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fly with someone elses wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SwAnVcobelI/AAAAAAAAAyM/r-Fy7KVE49A/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SwAnVcobelI/AAAAAAAAAyM/r-Fy7KVE49A/s400/Picture1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404362802261097042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you give a man the healthy body to live in, but not the soul to live on&lt;br /&gt;how can you allow a man your love, but not the values you live by&lt;br /&gt;how can you provide the shelter of safety but not the peace in mind&lt;br /&gt;how can you make the man yours and not make the world you respect his?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he cant fly on your wings, and neither can you...but you can weave for him, his feathered wings. you can give him the wings and power to fly. you can and you should tell him to soar the skies with his head held high. he should have the same respect as you, he needs to live like you, he will value the same principles as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not because he needs to, not because he has to. but because that is how a man lives his life, that is how you live your life and that should be how he lives his. with dignity and courage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-5287956073764852535?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/5287956073764852535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=5287956073764852535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-8863568493496213940</id><published>2009-11-14T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:04:28.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orthros no Inu...</title><content type='html'>i guess, i have always kinda like/love Tackey... from his Majo no Jouken to Taiyo wa Shizumanai... i have enjoyed his shows... and his recent Orthros no Inu interest me from the start even with the less than stellar ratings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the looks, maybe its the brooding expression, maybe its the intriguing and engaging story plot that he is so used to choosing...maybe its the looks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i have always enjoyed him, even though it never seems to be the acting style?! haha but judge for yr self... he is rather good~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show started off with him being the 'bad' guy though i never really saw him as that (it was lauded as his virgin role as a villain) but his reply towards how he view the character might have clouded my judgement from the start but i had a nagging feeling that he was not the real bad person.. he was in locked up for god's sake(for allegedly killing 3 people, his playmates from orphan, no less)&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i keep feeling there is lots we dont know abt the guy and right up till the end, i can still say the same... still he cares for what he cares, he is sharp and analytical. he picks up things fast, he has great sensitivity towards his surroundings and emotions, he knows how to create a tight and knotty situation and get out safely. he manipulates (oh yeah~ he does that a lot), he makes uses of pple's strength and weakness, he is mean, possibly even evil but he does things for a purpose, he ignores for a cause, he reasons, he argues and he uses his own sense of logic, understanding and knowledge of the world to carry out his actions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says, protecting someone isn't literally about getting rid of all the dangers for the person, it is about making the person feel strong, even without you by the side... and i agree fully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says to (his mirror image) person-with-hands-that-can-kill-with-a-touch that everyone that strives towards living does so with the clear revelation of death so that power to kill is the hands-of-gods, rather than his hands that can heal with a touch...and somehow constructing this in a sentence makes much more sense than when first spoken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says why save the dying guy who threaten him (with a gun to save his Alzheimer stricken wife) and his wife when it will only mean more pain for them since it will retrieve their memories of their tragically lost child... and while that seems harsh, those who love and lost might agree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so you see... a good show that attempts to balance logically engaging and confusing reasons with trilling stories... never an easy story to tell since it gets dull, dry and heavy easily but it got me intriged till the finals hasnt it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-8863568493496213940?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/8863568493496213940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=8863568493496213940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/8863568493496213940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/8863568493496213940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-52806988020071138</id><published>2009-11-13T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:00:48.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the LIST</title><content type='html'>you know...pple keep talking about the list... about the list of characteristics, of goodness you are looking out for your better half... some say the love map mirrors that of your parents, others talk about it all the time and follow it religiously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say bullshit (and shit, in my book is NOT a bad word. it is another word for crap or whatever that comes out of that arse hole) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say these magic words in a roomful of guys and i swear everyone is gone in a min.&lt;br /&gt;' all those married, in a relationship, serious or non, all those gays, bisexual, all those emotionally unavailable, clear out of the room' and i swear, there are all gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, no list required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what kind of qualities i am looking for in a man, i know what i need. adn you either end up with someone substandard and make do with what you have or you try the hell to change them into what you want. and neither works as you like ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or so i exaggrate. but you know i am right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-52806988020071138?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/52806988020071138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=52806988020071138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/52806988020071138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/52806988020071138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/11/list.html' title='the LIST'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-5425148972408346038</id><published>2009-11-12T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:06:19.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>바보라서</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g94bCjb16Xs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g94bCjb16Xs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i am always disinterested in learning a new language is that i know i know nuts over new language...i cant just learn a new language and be satisfied that i know how to converse and talk to pple in the country...i need to be able to feel at ease, to feel comfortable and really completely used to a language. to be able to converse is one thing, to be able to express yourself, your feelings is another... so while my chinese is deteriorating at an alarming speed...i am still savoring over the times i can express my jumbled-up thoughts in chinese and find comfort through them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while i understand and know and can identify that babo or pabo means fool or idiot..i need to know and understand why Baboraseo is I'am a fool...cause it makes sense to me when i say I am a fool or 我是傻瓜/傻蛋/傻子/蠢蛋（you get the drift) to put the noun and person infront of the description... but it doesnt make a whole lot of sense to do the yoda thing and say fool, i am... i mean as a language i need to know the structure, the usual way of speaking and thats hard for me... that is unease for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while i appreciate and can admire how people are always enthusiastic about a new language... for me i cant fathom the need to be trades of none...maybemaybe there is a tiny hope that it will be easy to master, easy to get the hang of but really, unless necessary, i would like to stick to my native languages..not because of anything but cause these exotic languages are beautiful and lovely..and they deserve much better than me, than my half hearted attempt or half baked skills...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-5425148972408346038?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/5425148972408346038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=5425148972408346038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5425148972408346038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5425148972408346038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='바보라서'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-5437002902015862619</id><published>2009-11-04T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:16:52.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.This.Is.It.</title><content type='html'>..CP this is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt a lot from it, first things first but am tired so i will consolidate my thoughts and get back to ya soon on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: questions asked&lt;br /&gt;outsourcing considerations, cost only?&lt;br /&gt;capacity of factory &lt;br /&gt;bottleneck of factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.mj. this is it...&lt;br /&gt;zz monster was rushing me w.r.t that long-over due date... &lt;br /&gt;but i felt sad that we are watching it in the movies. he doesnt want to be remembered by his rehearsals right? our last memory of him shldnt have been a 60% effort, cause he is worth much more than that... &lt;br /&gt;he is technical, pushy for details, perfectionist and at one point i really feel that thats what it meant to be a legend. you can ask and demand for perfection...and as gentle as he was, he was not afraid to ask and seek and find the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;to stretch them a bit at a time, to push for more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he shldnt been seen like that and also not in this manner... we shld be shouting our guts out and not immobolized in our seats and sit thr it... it isnt bad but thats not what he is about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a true born performer... he is a genius with his musical abilities, to seek out the most effective beats ('let it simmer a bit longer'), maybe only 99.9% of his audiences can spot that but no, he wasnt going to let it fall...&lt;br /&gt;he performs so long that he knows what a performer needs. hardwork, great eye for details.. he doesnt stops cause he is great. he continues on just because he is great...&lt;br /&gt;i like that passion. i seek such passion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-5437002902015862619?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/5437002902015862619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=5437002902015862619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5437002902015862619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5437002902015862619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/11/thisisit.html' title='.This.Is.It.'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-1901895905305392435</id><published>2009-10-12T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:11:09.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..truth be told</title><content type='html'>it was my fault. i shld not have let that slip by me. i should have insisted on looking through, on taking on everything... fact is, sometimes it gets hard, you get lazy, execuses get aplenty but i thought i was going to die of embarrassement today. the presentation was horrid and so was the report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blood boiled just looking at it. and it was my fault for not trying harder. not that everyone else was blameless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to go get some work done, work off that pent-up frustration on editing some reports and do work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a completely unrelated note. i just saw a (bad quality) video on the wizarding world of hp theme park.. the still pictures were super and it reminded me v strongly of edinburgh castle for some reasons... v un-american for a US theme park.. v british-like for some reason( i guess that's good since hp is v english... kies i shld leave my vamphiredairies,twilight rambling for some other post) &lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, wldnt &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; be strange when the world ends and what is left are just artifacts and ruin civilizations (like those you see of rome and what not now). i mean woa~ that wld be weirdly looking for the aliens... i mean what will they think of humans aye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-1901895905305392435?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/1901895905305392435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=1901895905305392435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1901895905305392435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1901895905305392435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth-be-told.html' title='..truth be told'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-7690435802210868653</id><published>2009-10-11T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T05:11:43.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry pple cant get the short verison...but its def worth it~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uz0GOlLoeBQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uz0GOlLoeBQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see trees of green, red roses too&lt;br /&gt;I see them bloom for me and you&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself what a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see skies of blue and clouds of white&lt;br /&gt;The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself what a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Are also on the faces of people going by&lt;br /&gt;I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do&lt;br /&gt;They're really saying I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear babies cry, I watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;They'll learn much more than I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btwbtw, NPH's emmy songs are great as well~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-2802670524651297316</id><published>2009-09-25T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:54:48.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eyeing on..again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SryPPqYaHUI/AAAAAAAAAyE/MjtpFKcR4Vs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SryPPqYaHUI/AAAAAAAAAyE/MjtpFKcR4Vs/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385336753665744194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USD 30 from limoges j.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platinum Plated Sterling Silver Brilliant CZ 2 Piece Wedding Set SKU# : 18460&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: need to start work but...sv,gw reward awaits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-2802670524651297316?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/2802670524651297316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=2802670524651297316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2802670524651297316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2802670524651297316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/09/eyeing-onagain.html' title='eyeing on..again'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SryPPqYaHUI/AAAAAAAAAyE/MjtpFKcR4Vs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-7346157218662435063</id><published>2009-09-23T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:02:45.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know i know..SYTYCD!!!!</title><content type='html'>this is like the show you HAVE to watch if you ever watch anything.. i know i know i said that i heart, i love lots of show. but this is raw talent, this is right-in-yr-face kinda reality teevee that just blows you away. it makes you wanna learn bollywood one min, ballet the next and hip hop the next next.. and the greatest thingy? it has great lovable host, not-irritating judges, lovelylovely choreographers and you can just youtube at the end of the seasons to find your fav couples and dance routine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/29vsN44Sn7Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/29vsN44Sn7Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good song but not the greatest i wanna see to dance to but boy watch it on repeat and it just bang! cool leaps (!!), great twists, love the tiptoes and effortless hopping around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4yrmoV9EBM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4yrmoV9EBM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah makes you wanna watch some bollywood ya. thats what it is about! the beats, the hopping, the life and energy. makes me soo wanna learn indian dance... has a thing for the leg bells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7TbBy-kFcE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7TbBy-kFcE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;makes me fall in love with a song that i really dislike..enuff said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yc9-nTC9A2g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yc9-nTC9A2g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love the song... kinda melodramatic, the kind that i swore to keep away but boy is that good!!!&lt;br /&gt;butbut arent you abit busy throughout, listening to good songs, thinking the mtv of the song, looking at the great dress katee is wearing, seeing the dance routine and just wondering how does that hair stick up so neatly after all that?! i mean really i was super distracted (yaya i know it doesnt take much to do so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i love the crispy-i-can-see-ya-pimple-! vids*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the side note. i was observed to be a careless, talkative and probably not thorough girl... true true but i enjoy silence just as much as well... i really enjoy sitting there with someone, enjoying the company but not feeling the need to talk at all... maybe its cause i dont know you well, maybe its cause i am not comfortable, maybe its cause i dont want to embarrass myself with my blabbing, or maybe i am just comfortable in my own skin to not feel the compulsion to shoot off my mouth all the time... maybe i enjoy yr company just like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna feel like this all the time~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-7346157218662435063?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/7346157218662435063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=7346157218662435063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7346157218662435063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7346157218662435063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-i-knowsytycd.html' title='i know i know..SYTYCD!!!!'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-7686512337031898362</id><published>2009-09-16T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:27:20.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我的世界...</title><content type='html'>我的世界很小，很小。小小的世界里，容不下太多人。 &lt;br /&gt;朋友好难好难才能走进来，但相同的，一旦走进来了，就好难才能走得开！&lt;br /&gt;最近好想打开胸怀，让大家都走得进，但似乎不容易。 所以，我们拭目以待吧,朋友!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-7686512337031898362?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/7686512337031898362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=7686512337031898362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7686512337031898362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7686512337031898362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='我的世界...'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-6136545868147104632</id><published>2009-09-15T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:57:42.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I mean is it just me? or did anyone find the performance and insane fashion disrespectful? I mean it was meant to be a tribute to a king but drunkard (who is later bombed with criticisms and have to announce that he is taking a break) is allowed to roam around, artist that cant seem to look past her desire to shock and awe people is allowed to stage disturbing 18th century play... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these as a tribute to one of the greatest performer?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that they cant seem to look beyond themselves, stop for once, believe that the world revolves around them and actually be humble, plain and simple to a show and pay their respect to someone who has burnt his life for performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is just amazingly weird and irritating.. especially when people joked and mock the drunkard and forget that the same disrespectful attitude was shown by another?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do better and learn from the words....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-6136545868147104632?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/6136545868147104632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=6136545868147104632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6136545868147104632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6136545868147104632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-mean-is-it-just-me-or-did-anyone-find.html' title=''/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-2585254709597254139</id><published>2009-09-10T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:50:27.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>qorkqorkqork = codename for workworkwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZZ6GrzWkw0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZZ6GrzWkw0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really... i need to stop taking vv to sch... cant work effectively.. sigh... brains and hearts not in sync....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get the priorities right. I so need a job interview, get resume and CV send out and looked at&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus on my classes, stop falling asleep, start being more active and ASK meaningful questions&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some lazy bones moved cause muscles are yelling and screaming, not sure over what. and I need read up more on the things that will equip me to do best in what I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I need to finish reading level 2 notes (for my fac mod) as a level 4 senior, S**T, what have I been learning?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to listen to that mantra ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: btw i have watched GLEE (never guessed that Finn-cute-guy is 27 and waiting for SUPERNATURAL (STOPSTOPSTOP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pp/s: gosh i have never seen such a clearclear, crispy-I-see-yr-pimple kind of video quality... Mr President sure knows how to use modern tech...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-2585254709597254139?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/2585254709597254139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=2585254709597254139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2585254709597254139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2585254709597254139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/09/qorkqorkqork-codename-for-workworkwork.html' title='qorkqorkqork = codename for workworkwork'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-8040367197779442395</id><published>2009-09-06T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:12:45.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...new shows...</title><content type='html'>The 10 most anticipated new shows are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NCIS: Los Angeles (CBS)&lt;br /&gt;2. FlashForward (ABC)&lt;br /&gt;3. Glee (Fox)&lt;br /&gt;4. V (ABC)&lt;br /&gt;5. The Vampire Diaries (CW)&lt;br /&gt;6. The Good Wife (CBS)&lt;br /&gt;7. Three Rivers (CBS)&lt;br /&gt;8. The Jay Leno Show(NBC)&lt;br /&gt;9. Trauma (NBC)&lt;br /&gt;10. Stargate Universe (SyFy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to my fav spoilertv website...i am sure there are more that i dont know abt like modern family, cournety cox'e new show (with a familar guy from an old show i watched~lol too many to rem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was looking thr them.. wahahahha its super interesting... good wife has logan from gg!! woa~ and carol (aka george clooney's love interest) from ER.. NCIS has McVet from grey's or robin from batman and robin.. flash forward has voldemort's younger bro, glee has that usual uglybetty/pushingdaisy theme going for them, vampire diaries is soooo twilight lengthen version...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking nice~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-8040367197779442395?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/8040367197779442395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=8040367197779442395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/8040367197779442395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/8040367197779442395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-shows.html' title='...new shows...'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-399096844289467791</id><published>2009-09-04T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:54:18.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling~~</title><content type='html'>i reckon, starbucks or biz sch frappachino or mocha freeze is like falling in love. &lt;br /&gt;it gives you a high. sugar or caffine or chocolate-y. whatever.. at first&lt;br /&gt;then it seem to weigh on you, tiring and draining yr energy...&lt;br /&gt;before it drops a bomb on you and kapooo... yr brain is in overdrive and running non-stop like a hamster on a wheel.&lt;br /&gt;tired as you are, you cant rest or sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the same with love isit? even though i never experience it :)&lt;br /&gt;its sweet rush at first&lt;br /&gt;then the nitty gritty and small things get to you&lt;br /&gt;and at the end, even when you want to let go,it doesnt go off?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, worse is, you look back and think you can do better than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-399096844289467791?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/399096844289467791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=399096844289467791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/399096844289467791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/399096844289467791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/09/rambling.html' title='rambling~~'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-5005675540998929117</id><published>2009-09-03T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:58:09.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...you belong with me....</title><content type='html'>You're on the phone with your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;She's upset.&lt;br /&gt;She's going off about something that you said&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz she doesn't get your humor like I do... &lt;br /&gt;I'm in the room&lt;br /&gt;It's a typical Tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like&lt;br /&gt;And she'll never know your story like I do'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she wears short skirts&lt;br /&gt;I wear T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about the day when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk in the streets with you and your worn-out jeans&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hey isn't this easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down&lt;br /&gt;You say your fine&lt;br /&gt;I know you better then that&lt;br /&gt;Hey whatcha doing with a girl like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by and waiting at your back door&lt;br /&gt;All this time how could you not know&lt;br /&gt;Baby... &lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh'&lt;br /&gt;I remember you drivin' to my house in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;When you know you're about to cry&lt;br /&gt;And I know your favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;And you tell me about your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I think I know where you belong&lt;br /&gt;I think I know it's with me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought just maybe&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its when i listen to such songs, these high school drama when i wonder, why cant my sch days be normal and like that too? somewhat sweet, somewhat bitter but a whole lot of youth and vibrance... that's what being young means right? to fall in love, to fall out of love, to have your heart broken even if that's not what you wish for, to feel the fluttering of butterflies in stomach, to feel your heart beating so fast... that's what youth feels like isit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a completely unrelated note (or not~), why does it feel harder and harder, so much more tiring to lead a discussion, to know your stuff and lead the rest towards that... gosh i feel old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-5005675540998929117?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/5005675540998929117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=5005675540998929117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5005675540998929117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5005675540998929117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-belong-with-me.html' title='...you belong with me....'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-3255744172429984475</id><published>2009-08-22T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:48:46.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SpAq8VTL3NI/AAAAAAAAAx8/_E2GanqA0mM/s1600-h/claddragh+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SpAq8VTL3NI/AAAAAAAAAx8/_E2GanqA0mM/s400/claddragh+ring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372841571451133138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               he said: you can never completely know a person.&lt;br /&gt;               she said: but you can know what she or he is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking for a fairy tale. a happily ever after. I know that it takes a lot of work and effort. It is a constant struggle. that sometimes, you feel like giving up and calling it quites. that it cant be rosy and sweet all the time, that sometimes you get so tired of the nuances and small unimportant things. that everything seems pointless...&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I really understand what is required in a relationship...or for that matter how to act and get along in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I do know what I want and what I need to do in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason that I should get into one if there is no utility and benefit from it. if all I get is grief and sadness then there is no way I am getting myself into the mess. I want someone to be there for me. To trust, understand and respect me even when he doesnt always agree, even when I am not always perfect. In the same trend of thoughts, what I am needed to do is to stand by him, to make him a better person than he can ever be, alone or with someone else. To make him a bigger man, to trust in him, to invest in him, to make sure that he continues to be as great as he can be, with or without me. that to me, is a strong lady, and that is what I strive to be always, if I am ever in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont need the chemistry, the spark.. all that crap. I think I heard that &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; miles above ground. in the middle of nowhere. from watching &lt;em&gt;he's just not that into you&lt;/em&gt;, from justin long's character.. that all these chemistry, all that love at first sight, all that fluttering hearts and sweating palms are all crap. sure you get nervous. who wouldnt get nervous when you are meeting a stranger whom you know will be featured heavily in your life, whom can control your emotions, now till a long time. but all that talk about being not suitable because there is no chemistry, no passion. that's bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, I can tell Buffy now, doesnt need hurt and pain to make it feel more real. Love needs effort, needs your commitment to do well. to feel real, to feel the passion and fire. Because you are willing to give your all to make sure that everything is worth it, to make sure that he is the person that you are going to spend the rest of your live with, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is why there is passion and undying promise to continue on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That heart, that tenacious determination, that unfaltering faith and belief are what make it beautiful, thats what make it..love. Love can fade. Love can suddenly vanish. Love can becomes less and less like what it used to look like and become more and more like what responsibility feels like. But that heart. that faith cant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-3255744172429984475?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/3255744172429984475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=3255744172429984475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3255744172429984475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3255744172429984475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/08/rambling.html' title='rambling....'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SpAq8VTL3NI/AAAAAAAAAx8/_E2GanqA0mM/s72-c/claddragh+ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-5246174965753513521</id><published>2009-08-17T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T05:46:53.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did i not say lately?! I loooooove smallville. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies fine fine I loooooooooove clois.. I am really! with the weight of the world on his shoulders, and being the woman behind him...  OMY!!!! I think I speak on behalf of many many smallville fans, that we have waited soooo long for them to get together... I really hope thats their true true love scene (not the crap like in bones, though I still love emily and david~) cause its been sooo long!!! and hopefully its like in the 1st few epp... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am looking forward to this since lois came to the show and I have said a lot of time, that I watch smallville for Clark and Lois, the awkward moments, the sparks, the connection, the wow factor, the chemistry, the brewing undercurrent. hark, whatever you call it... I have watched sooo long for this.. I hope they make it perfect. Why is it that we find it boring to see how couples manage their relationships? it is not alway exciting only when they fight and quarrel! it is fun when they are all lovey and dovey too! We can do sweet and nice scenes and be happy with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Tom IS superman. I love whoeverwhoever (I know I know, I use to dig him in the 1st movie~) but really, after 9 seasons, it IS Tom.. and ditto for Lois, kate was unbelievably weak and unworthly of such a feisty character...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-5246174965753513521?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/5246174965753513521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=5246174965753513521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5246174965753513521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5246174965753513521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-i-not-say-lately-i-loooooove.html' title=''/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-1525585122276431166</id><published>2009-07-10T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:04:32.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music's magic power!</title><content type='html'>.my fb nic at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting here, tired like hell after a week's of work but just sitting here, just comfortable in bed with vv and listening to the fray's never say never and i feel the world is a happier place for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening and let it wash all over me and letting it heal and smooth and message my tired soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.music.love.life.blessed~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-1525585122276431166?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/1525585122276431166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=1525585122276431166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1525585122276431166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1525585122276431166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/07/musics-magic-power.html' title='music&apos;s magic power!'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-7842444151424811397</id><published>2009-06-30T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:46:17.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.music.love.life.bliss~</title><content type='html'>.thats the nic for fb for the moment. fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stumbled upon old acquaintances' blogs just now... people are weird, aint we? if its all pink and rosy, we get jealous and want the best for ourselves or think its just a front. when its bad, you are snickering and counting your lucky stars... however childish, however mean, i am glad for who and what i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granted, &lt;br /&gt;1) i &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; take my families for granted.. i am not always treating them as they should be treated. when tears fall, the words of encouragement are thin, cold and useless.. when hearts are broken, the pain is not felt. i argue too much, flare up too often, i sulk over trival matters...&lt;br /&gt;2) my work is not as mentally exhausting as my friends' who spend their days and nights in the office. i dont think work should define me, now that the time is ripe for other meaningful life development but as study defines my life as long as i am a student, i want my work to be featured heavily in later stages. i hold on to the unwavering belief that while work should be pleasurable and enjoyable (throw in great people, good environment and high-potential pay as bonuses), it doesnt mean it wouldnt be hard, long and heavy. that is why there are so many perks, the pay, the people, the company's values. you need to be able to pull your weight around. while i know we do tend to want the world and power when we graduate and why that it is not possible. However i do appreciate meaningful job existence, purpose in the tasks and a strong path towards the sky, peppered with a health dose of reality...&lt;br /&gt;3) despite years of work to became a more ideal me, that has yet to materialize. the moment i see a glimpse of hope and a tiny expression of that idealism, it disappear with my next wilful act... i do need to take my life more seriously, to &lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt; that "this is it". there isnt second take, there isnt second chance, this is my life.live it. you would think i would have learn that by now...&lt;br /&gt;4) failed my SCI test for the 3 days crash course on General Insurance... but to be fair, i was drained from the start of the internship to memorized for the test and i seriously think that marketing modules have encourage the smoking and fumbling through papers, reports rather than memorizing them dutifully... also, the passing grad was approximately 7/26 (+/-4) and i did pass the current internship company's internal accreditation (Business Acumen~)&lt;br /&gt;5) i dont (has never and is still not) spend enough time with the ones i love most and those that love me the most. i dont say that often, i dont show that often, i dont feel them often even if there are in my heart. time is precious. we are wasting our youth and time &lt;br /&gt;6) i am stuffing myself silly with food and sweet things. I dont seem to feel, or at least my stomach doesnt, the need to stop feeding, to feel fulfilled and content unless the meals ends with chocolate and sweets. i dont move enough and extra calories are just a step closer to the Grim Reaper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see there are only 6 exceptions and huge as there are... i think i am fairly happily blessed. i am in my last uni year and despite all the complaints, all the dreading (of bidding modules and getting them..) i am looking forward to year 4 when i will be working super hard and striving all the way... i love the way it made me feel alive even when it took away lots of my fav alone time, plenty of family bonding... i wanna feel alive and breathing strongly for each breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy, beyond the pursuit of boys, partners, shopping, the bags (and clothes and food). problems and worries that plagued me last year/months are still stalking me sometimes, too close for comfort....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet looking at how these people face their problems, their worries, their situation, i feel so much more blessed than they are. maybe because i have been through a lots of bad patches when i feel like them, beaten, down and hugely because i am always positive than negative/half filled rather than half empty...&lt;br /&gt;maybe bestie may disagree. cause i complaint toooooo much, nagged tooo much, dont seem to appreciate the success (i dont think that is a weakness though btw)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did say i am happy about who i am, what i have done with my life (though i should have been here much faster if i have been more hardworking)and the people in my world... not that i am perfect right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont connect to people, i know that more and more. i can talk, i can joke and have fun but there seems to be an barrier, to allow me to connect in terms of thinking, understanding and action with the rest of the population except old friends... and even them, i feel i havent been the best friend to hang around. and while this depresses me some times, i dont think it is something i can overcome (maybe i dont want to?!)as fast as it is needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i am happy. i love myself the most. and yet, as usual work-in-progess is still relevant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-7842444151424811397?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/7842444151424811397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=7842444151424811397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7842444151424811397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7842444151424811397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/06/musiclovelifebliss.html' title='.music.love.life.bliss~'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-7821653623350364252</id><published>2009-06-26T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:54:46.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope i am getting this right...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UgPKc9FUC6Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UgPKc9FUC6Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do these people know? know that they are part of an incredible piece of legendary history? &lt;br /&gt;For me, Jackson has always be the Wacko rather than the King. Simply because I was kinda born in the middle no men's land generation isnt? &lt;br /&gt;Which is a pity cause he is revolutionary in what he does. I do think the best kind starts young. Because they lost so much of their youth, sacrifice so much... they havent see life, havent lived.. there isnt a normalcy, there isnt a world where they arent mobbed, grabbed, revered and criticised...their lives revolve around and on the stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, the stage was and still is his home. how beautifully sad. it would have been best if he could have been seen in his concerts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at his past clips, of his dances, his moves, his attire, his fashion and he acts like he is the King. you looked at that and thinks no one can beat that... and no wonder his body gave in. to have burn your existence for performing, for the stage. i think he deserve some respect for what he does, no matter your taste in music, your preference in the type of talent. to have the will and passion to go through what he has been through. I dont think it is something everyone could have done it. Its not that the others didnt work hard. I am sure they do but his work, his legacy deserve a place somewhere not all can reach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-7821653623350364252?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/7821653623350364252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=7821653623350364252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7821653623350364252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7821653623350364252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hope-i-am-getting-this-right.html' title='i hope i am getting this right...'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-4303638077764800229</id><published>2009-05-03T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:28:11.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.blog.fb.twitter.from bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKxG2sXR1nE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKxG2sXR1nE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-4303638077764800229?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/4303638077764800229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=4303638077764800229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/4303638077764800229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/4303638077764800229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogfbtwitterfrom-bed.html' title='.blog.fb.twitter.from bed'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-6011675139346031738</id><published>2009-05-01T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:10:51.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't it true</title><content type='html'>She's starin' at me, &lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin', wonderin' what she's thinkin'.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's talkin', &lt;br /&gt;'cause talkin' just turns into screamin'.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh... &lt;br /&gt;And now is i'm yellin' over her, &lt;br /&gt;She's yellin' over me.&lt;br /&gt;All that that means&lt;br /&gt;Is neither of us is listening, &lt;br /&gt;(and what's even worse).&lt;br /&gt;That we don't even remember why were fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both of us are mad for... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(fighting for).&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(crying for).&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(whoahhh).&lt;br /&gt;But we won't let it go for&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'&lt;br /&gt;(no not for)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;This should be nothin' to a love like what we got.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, baby... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain... &lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'cause i can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;(cant sleep through the pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, i don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(mad at you), &lt;br /&gt;And i don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(mad at me).&lt;br /&gt;No, i don't wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(mad at you), &lt;br /&gt;And i don't want you to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;(mad at me)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh no no no... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it gets me upset, girl&lt;br /&gt;When you're constantly accusing.&lt;br /&gt;(askin' questions like you've already known).&lt;br /&gt;We're fighting this war, baby&lt;br /&gt;When both of us are losing.&lt;br /&gt;(this ain't the way that love is supposed to go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaaaaaaa... &lt;br /&gt;[what happened to workin' it out].&lt;br /&gt;We've falled into this place&lt;br /&gt;Where you ain't backin' down&lt;br /&gt;And i ain't backin' down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell do we do now... &lt;br /&gt;It's all for... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby this love ain't gonna be perfect, &lt;br /&gt;(perfect, perfect, oh oh).&lt;br /&gt;And just how good it's gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;We can't fuss and we can't fight&lt;br /&gt;Long as everything alright between us&lt;br /&gt;Before we go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we're gonna be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want this.. but i dont think it is possible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-6011675139346031738?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/6011675139346031738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=6011675139346031738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6011675139346031738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6011675139346031738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/05/ain-it-true.html' title='ain&apos;t it true'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-2449718261536680112</id><published>2009-04-25T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:45:08.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know..</title><content type='html'>do you know how special it is to be a judge on those singing reality shows? cause however applause, wolfcries and cheers amazing people with unbelievable talents get, they look straight at you... for apprasial, for a word of encouragement, a sign that they are special among the millions of others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-2449718261536680112?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/2449718261536680112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=2449718261536680112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2449718261536680112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2449718261536680112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-know.html' title='do you know..'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-3306384074971469051</id><published>2009-04-17T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T04:53:20.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omomomomomomomomomomo....II</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNU0KoBIIdE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNU0KoBIIdE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw it at megcabot.com(yess i like her stuff... some at least) and enuff said.. so much better than hsm and mr ze.. i mean seriously~ the girl/guy song. totally awesome... the guy is so much cuter than mr hmmm too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is she going to diva out after every rehearsal?! probably....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are ddd-doomed and their dropped jaws at others' amy winehouse rehab dance and song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.. i am doing both.. cause you cant win without me and neither can them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being part of something special make you special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song: just a small town girl, living in a lonely world...just a city boy, born and raised in south detroit.. he took the midnight train going everywhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-3306384074971469051?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/3306384074971469051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=3306384074971469051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3306384074971469051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3306384074971469051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/04/omomomomomomomomomomoii.html' title='omomomomomomomomomomo....II'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-1221596484358714264</id><published>2009-04-16T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T05:01:26.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omomomomomomomomomomo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/Sedi733U7jI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Zcc4sf-baUc/s1600-h/bones-cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/Sedi733U7jI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Zcc4sf-baUc/s400/bones-cast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325333865136713266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a hard time deciding on which one so i took both~ such easy relationship... they spend lots of time rehearsing on how to act more naturally, as if the ease ozes out :)* reminds me of an article i saw on &lt;em&gt;her world&lt;/em&gt; on how pple have work marriages these days since they work so closely with someone from work that they act like old couple even though in real lives, they have their own families... creepy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SedikOQv4eI/AAAAAAAAAxs/X-R6tpaShGQ/s1600-h/bones-booth-brennan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SedikOQv4eI/AAAAAAAAAxs/X-R6tpaShGQ/s400/bones-booth-brennan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325333458832056802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love prmoo pic more than set pic~ this look so lovely~~ parks, trees, relaxed bones and booth (with his most-likely-there cocky belt buckle, and colorful strips socks) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the new phrase... omomomom (looks like momomomo but its pronounced oh-mo-, short for oh my gosh/god/freaking goblin..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaies, as you can see.. this post is about BONES!! oh my gosh.. i have no idea why i am soooo obessively happy when i see it, like the time when i got super high each week from supernatural season 4 ( i still get high but not as crazy.. more of a sane fan who screams and shouts... :)* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, seriously who needs beer/drugs/whatever-that-pple-get-high-on when there are sooo many great teevee shows around?! i mean i know bones and i got on the wrong foot (on channel 5 actually, a rarity in recent times) but when i got to US, boy was I wrong and obessed with catching like 3 seasons all within a weekend i think (weekend of alarms maybe?) and it was just great~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are like super lots of pivoting epp.. like the one bones had to take care of a baby, the one when bones got knocked out in katrina-hit new orleans, the one with bones' dad on trial, the one booth got shot, the one they kissed, the one bones and hodgins got buried alive, the one bones (and booth) got kidnapped, the one when hodgins marriage proposal ended in failure but angela finally said yes, the one when ... so many memories~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now when i look at them again, i think of carolina~ maybe its stupid but its nostalgically sweet and warm when i watched parts/clips of it... sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i cant wait for the season finale.. i am serious!! bones and booth are taking the step into the open.. david (i love him in every series, man, he is such a brillant actor who just always seem to fall under the radar even if his series is rock solid, unlike flash-in-the-pan dramas like lost, prison break, desperate hsewives, pushing dasies.. etc) has always maintained that they are in a relationship, a very comfortable partner relationship like an old couple, just without the outright physically touchy feely and i totally agree.. beside the lack of kisses and hodgins and angela like physical interactions, they have cleverly interwined every element of a relationship into theirs, the gifts, the looks, the huggs, the comforting touch, the warm and fuzzy feel, the squabbling, the teasings, the chemistry.. everything.. it is one of the most successful playful interaction in modern teevee.. i mean i am not talking abt moonlight (i mean who heard of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;? lol kidding..or not~) or x files where the cases are tooo paranormal to get the facts str while keeping an unwarving eye on their relationship development.. i mean you have to decide which get stretch thin when you have so many aspects to work on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bones is v easy to understand, no CSI level and depth of science, no 24 kind of action, no gossip girl explosive and complicated romance, no grey's antamony kind of crazy plots (though booth has been halluciating rather freqently this season, first with ice hockey player and in a few epp, family guy guy) and interchangable relationships (alex and izzy, izzy and george and back to alex, george with everyone except yang)..it is v plain simple plans and crimes.. with a huge foundations on the relationship and feelings that translated into solid readings for FOX even on thurs (huge competition, with grey's, smallville [falling rates for cw i think], private practice[the only reason to watch is kate walsh and the girl who is cooper's gf], supernatural [!!] etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo excited abt the final parts when they have to face up with the bubbling feeling and emotions... and did i mention, i like stephin fry as gordon gordon wyatt! this week and the next are double epp weeks~ about time! if only the other shows that keep us waiting all the time can be as generous as well~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-1221596484358714264?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/1221596484358714264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=1221596484358714264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1221596484358714264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRZgGd6AV0w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one shinning moment... scratch that.. its an entire season of grit, sweat, eyes-on-the-end, hard hard work, sweet revenge and perfection. i am so proud and so happy for the boys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-22921305649626339?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/22921305649626339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=22921305649626339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/22921305649626339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/22921305649626339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/04/need-i-say-more.html' title='need i say more?'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-4057730438902219574</id><published>2009-04-01T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:29:34.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>败犬...女王!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ibG8JpIBIq4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ibG8JpIBIq4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是败犬...吧？个性十分像剧中的杨谨华，不过我应该对IKEA的家具较得心应手...&lt;br /&gt;败犬有什么不好？一样活得逍遥自在，过得充实快乐，那比较重要不是吗？&lt;br /&gt;女王/公主也好，败犬也罢...幸福，惜福更可贵...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-4057730438902219574?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-6994007627273593787</id><published>2009-03-18T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:10:36.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my, is it already mid-march? :)s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-6994007627273593787?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/6994007627273593787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=6994007627273593787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6994007627273593787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6994007627273593787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-is-it-already-mid-march-s.html' title=''/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-5474100119611389294</id><published>2009-03-10T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:47:09.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is there a time when you listen to a song and wish you were dancing?&lt;br /&gt;is there a time when you hmm to a song and wish you were back there?&lt;br /&gt;is there a time you fall asleep in front of your work and dream about nothing and everything?&lt;br /&gt;is there a time you are in neverland and wish you could stay there forever?&lt;br /&gt;is there a time when you are a dreamer and not a doer?&lt;br /&gt;is there a time when you wish beyond hope and got what you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;is there a time when you pray beyond belief and was rewarded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be in those times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-5474100119611389294?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/5474100119611389294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=5474100119611389294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5474100119611389294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5474100119611389294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-there-time-when-you-listen-to-song.html' title=''/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-4733326899740687030</id><published>2009-02-15T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T04:07:47.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>意外...回忆</title><content type='html'>意外的在课本中找到要记录下来的感慨.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牛奶蜂蜜，香肠培根， 面包煎蛋。原来温暖幸福可以那么简单.&lt;br /&gt;湖边散步，小路晃荡，雨天懒床，知足的小快乐天天拥有.&lt;br /&gt;食指钻戒，教堂婚纱，新家双人床，原来归宿的幸福长这样.&lt;br /&gt;双肩依偎，溺爱拥抱，微笑甩头, 窝心的鼓舞我也给得起.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-4733326899740687030?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/4733326899740687030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=4733326899740687030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/4733326899740687030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/4733326899740687030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='意外...回忆'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-3400435047436574714</id><published>2009-02-14T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T02:57:26.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>frame of mind</title><content type='html'>my nick of the moment is tranformers ll. borders. music. books....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i wanna go borders and spend the whole day there reading, loafing around... i wanna a hot coffee, good food (salad maybe?), a good book in hand, and wonderful music~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another plus side, i will be bringing the kids out in june-ish when transformers are out!! ohmy this is my first time and i am so pumped up! i am serious... i love to take them out every holiday so it will mean a whole lot about this one time movie so we can see how that goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really will take them out. you have to keepy our promise to kids and i would love to see how i handle them for an entire day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-3400435047436574714?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/3400435047436574714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=3400435047436574714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3400435047436574714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3400435047436574714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/02/frame-of-mind.html' title='frame of mind'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-2226144833814465166</id><published>2009-02-02T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:44:59.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 random things about me</title><content type='html'>was sorely tempted to do this as i see it spread around fb.. sadly i dont have 25 friends that i want to share with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love my family.. even though i love to be left alone a lot of the times&lt;br /&gt;2. I have 2 mums, 2 dads, 4 sisters, 3 brothers, 2 nephews and 2 nieces (1 pending in march~) even if many of them are not related to me by blood or by anything else except memories and love&lt;br /&gt;3. I procratisnate too much but I always get them done when it is needed&lt;br /&gt;4. I love music, mostly english though I think I am an expert in old chinese songs&lt;br /&gt;5. My first ever concert is Boys II Men one in UNC and I certainly hope it will not be the last... I want to watch Mayday and/or Linkin Park alone or with bestie one of the days&lt;br /&gt;6. I am normally a law abiding student, though I did climb over a high fence in a skirt when I was in college... in my defense, the main gate was ridiciously far away and I was rushing to hand in an important project&lt;br /&gt;7. Most of my clothes are bought by my sis, mum, aunt or grandma... most of the ones I got myself are my fav..&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't love travelling because of the work involved before and after... but I absolutely love the long haul flight, especially from Spore to Japan Norita...&lt;br /&gt;9. I love fine weather, nights and stars.. but I want to walk in the rain for the longest time (but not caught in one)&lt;br /&gt;10. one of my fav day would consist of lots of teevee (mainly gg), no homework pressure, no family, just myself, green fields, blue skies, endless new books and nice music&lt;br /&gt;11. I absolutely &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; going to movies, borders and sometimes shopping alone,.. though I get tired at the end of the day indulging in my fav activity..&lt;br /&gt;12. I love the trailers before movies and get grouchy when I miss them if I am out with someone (which is always)&lt;br /&gt;13. My gulity book pleasure is meg cabot's book for teens and teevee is one tree hill *hides in shame* lol&lt;br /&gt;14. I use lots of lol, !!!, haha, in my informal writing and mean most of them... those that are not are used to defuse an awkward situation&lt;br /&gt;15. I love harry potter books because they make me cry and teach me so much about love, life and all... the first book I remember crying over is MingFong Ho's the clay marble. song is Westlife's soledad&lt;br /&gt;16. My younger days boy band obession was westlife, I have all of their albums till their 2nd...I love quarrelling with bestie over who was the better boy band, westlife or A1&lt;br /&gt;17. I think titanic, the notebook, pearl harbor and a walk to rem are beautiful love stories&lt;br /&gt;18. My dream is to go UK-manchester, old trafford and scotland edinburgh castle.. man u and hp fans will understand why&lt;br /&gt;19. I want to bagpack.. in the past, I want to do so in Europe, now I want to do it in US but maybe I need to get my car license first (which my gift in losing my way will definitely be a constant challenge)... probably alone. I heart alone time though they can get depressing in cold wet places (like NY) with pressure to do tourisy things instead of being in hotel room with teevee..,&lt;br /&gt;20. I love and am proud of my ability to speak and read chinese (even traditional ones) as I had been from a chinese sch with great and fun teachers... I write in chinese to calm myself down sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;21. I talk to myself all the time...I imagine there is another one of me beside me, talking, advising, hugging, protecting and loving me...&lt;br /&gt;22. I wish I can talk to bestie more often... that we can be bestie for life.. that I will be her bridesmaid, her kids' auntie...&lt;br /&gt;23. I will take care of children one day.. but definitely not mine cause they will be tortured to death by me&lt;br /&gt;24. I like to name my things, laptop as vv, mobile as (tmost prob permantantly) Dan, UNC bear as mr cuddy... I attach (too much) feelings to non-living things like the lift in my block, the old fridge in my kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;25. I attracts all kinds of insects but I hate/fear them.. if you are in a mosquito infested place with me, you will be safe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-2226144833814465166?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/2226144833814465166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=2226144833814465166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2226144833814465166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2226144833814465166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 random things about me'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-7468718514927705425</id><published>2009-01-30T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:39:50.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ta-dah 2~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SYOr2zD2OmI/AAAAAAAAAw4/j3qZU7pESQA/s1600-h/IMG00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297266544625465954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SYOr2zD2OmI/AAAAAAAAAw4/j3qZU7pESQA/s400/IMG00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SYOruIvtIbI/AAAAAAAAAww/j-3sSwz3uiU/s1600-h/IMG000101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SYOrnWR4GjI/AAAAAAAAAwo/X3oInVPDlLo/s1600-h/IMG000101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297266279201643058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SYOrnWR4GjI/AAAAAAAAAwo/X3oInVPDlLo/s400/IMG000101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for bestie,whom i have been pestering to see my phone..wahahah you have to forgive me. its been 3 years since i have a new phone~~ so it will be another 3 years before i will pester again with another new one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-7468718514927705425?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/7468718514927705425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=7468718514927705425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7468718514927705425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7468718514927705425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/01/ta-dah-2.html' title='ta-dah 2~'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SYOr2zD2OmI/AAAAAAAAAw4/j3qZU7pESQA/s72-c/IMG00009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-715826998803579861</id><published>2009-01-29T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:43:21.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ta-dah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SYH4WKDP25I/AAAAAAAAAwg/dO6nSFRv1rU/s1600-h/IMG00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296787696303201170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SYH4WKDP25I/AAAAAAAAAwg/dO6nSFRv1rU/s400/IMG00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SYH3q4hM2kI/AAAAAAAAAwY/a6B-FHiq0pQ/s1600-h/IMG00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296786952862620226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SYH3q4hM2kI/AAAAAAAAAwY/a6B-FHiq0pQ/s400/IMG00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SYH3fiH3vSI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/z9UWmYU6tqI/s1600-h/IMG00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SYH3R4iUeDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Eg7a1s4DZ_A/s1600-h/IMG00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296786523370584114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SYH3R4iUeDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Eg7a1s4DZ_A/s400/IMG00005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;new phone in the house!!! samsung sgh(again) i780.. nice~~ same prob with the old phone i think.. cant see well under direct sun, no 3.5mm normal audio jack, 2 mp camera (yes i hear you bestie, thats low~) with no autofocus, flash and anything fancy (not even the small mirror for self protrait but i think i am rather apt with taking my own shots)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but other than that, this tough chick is handling it well! wifi (!!!nice i hope i have better luck getting online in sch!!!), touch screen (which bestie have since forever...lol), stylus (hmmmmmmm..), cute wall pic (UNC ROX) and hopefully i will learn to use the mobile MS officetoo~~ .. its fun playing around (slacker!) but a pain in the ass trying to manually type the nos. in cause my nos. are saved in the old phone and not in the SIM card... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-715826998803579861?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/715826998803579861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=715826998803579861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/715826998803579861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/715826998803579861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/01/ta-dah.html' title='ta-dah!'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SYH4WKDP25I/AAAAAAAAAwg/dO6nSFRv1rU/s72-c/IMG00002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-6178117289023096622</id><published>2009-01-04T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:54:29.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...wars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SWDNmGG4wTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/70tM3CFtOMU/s1600-h/ballerina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287452016891183410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SWDNmGG4wTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/70tM3CFtOMU/s400/ballerina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try to leave a light on when I’m gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even in the daylight, shine on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when it’s late at night you can look inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You won’t feel so alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light On. David Cook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A mother is not the stongest. They say women are strongest when they become mothers. When they have a child to look after, when they will do anything to protect the one born out of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, a mother is strong. She is strong because her young needs her. But a child has a life of his own. He will go on from there and fulfil his destiny. He is born out of her but his life remains his alone. There comes a time when he has to be responsible for all he has done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A woman, before she becomes a mother, needs to be a wife, a partner, a soulmate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A woman is strongest when she becomes a wife. Because she has relished her rights to cry when she wants to, she has taken a path that should have no turning point, just the road towards light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A woman is strongest when she makes the man that stands beside her, stonger and better than she can ever imagine. Stronger than herself, better than he can ever achieve on his own and with any other. A bigger man. Someone that can continue to be who he is, to become best, to acheive more even when she is not around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I once commended that Padmé Amidala is weak... I must confess, I only watch very little of the movies, missing the much vital &lt;em&gt;Revenge of the Sith &lt;/em&gt;because I hate to watch something when I know how it will turns out...bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was told, in shock by fans that she is one of the strongest lady seen. She is powerful and calm, a queen, with immense control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, she is powerful but to me, she is not seen as strong, now that I have seen the &lt;em&gt;Revenge of the &lt;/em&gt;Sith. She is far from that when she is in love. Her love for Anakin is not strong enough for him to carry on with life when she dies. She cannot live her children's lives for them but she isn't even strong enough to live her life for them. Her death separates them. There are countless possibilities if she has been strong enough to stop Anakin from his road to darkness, if she had the will to live on for her babies and train them well, if she can still pull Anakin back into light with hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A woman is strongest when she makes the man better than he is. And a woman must be that before she becomes a mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-6178117289023096622?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/6178117289023096622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=6178117289023096622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6178117289023096622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6178117289023096622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2009/01/wars.html' title='...wars...'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SWDNmGG4wTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/70tM3CFtOMU/s72-c/ballerina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-5295468523332224883</id><published>2009-01-03T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:20:48.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah blah...</title><content type='html'>I cant belive I have never talked about this...lol teevee shows!! (not in any order..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSCC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just started. Ended my viewing of season 2 but missed lots of part though...&lt;br /&gt;Thomas and Summer are brillant in their performances!! Dislike Sarah Conner for some reason or another... I think mothers who are burden with too heavy a load tend to irrate me for some reason.. remember Sara Fitzgerald in my sister's keepers (that coincidentally will be out in movies soon I think.. pity Ryan Gosling is being pulled out)?&lt;br /&gt;love the relationship and dilemma~ watched the ep in shuffled style so it can get a little confusing (but there is always wiki!!)&lt;br /&gt;the plot is not as strong even for a non-terminator fan who havent even seen any of the movies... (T4, that is not related, will be released in summer 09 looks fun though, with Christain Bale as John)&lt;br /&gt;nice cast interaction and different attemps on how to tell the story.. lack of connectivity has been said to be the problem but I think is the deviation from the main plot (the 3 dots, jesse/riley? god these are irritating) that is really the prob..&lt;br /&gt;mostly this happens to shows in season 2/3 but is too soon for TSCC since its S1 is only 8 ep long (cut short by WAG strike)&lt;br /&gt;Not too much to look forward to since Sarah was left injured in cliff-hanger mid-season while looking for 3 dots and Riley (and hence Jesse) looks set to continue to be around for a while.. but Cameron is always nice to look forward to (and her interaction with John) and kyle will be around in the 1st upcoming ep (I think)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, started watching it on teevee (instead of the lappie for a change) when it aired.. mid season 1 but couldnt get it at all... only till I started watching it in details when I was in UNC... not too complicated show.. like typical CSI/Cold Case shows, it follows the one murder or in this case one bone per ep.. interesting concept and I has been wanting to get the books that it is based on but deviate much from..&lt;br /&gt;so with a best-seller author and anthopology on set as consultant and occassional guest star, you know the cases will be interesting and method fresh.. unlike most criminal shows, it's emphasis is on bones and booth chemistry ... but the writers want to keep the relationship tension taut while giving enough to satisfy the fans. According to reviews, they dont want a repeat of moonlight but rather the x-files mulder and scully success... tough balance, if I may say but the interactions and small things are what keeps it going...&lt;br /&gt;Tiny wonders like more interaction, usual on &lt;em&gt;Bones&lt;/em&gt;, more on booth's past when it returns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghost Whisperer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woa, one of my parents' and grandma's fav supernatural/ghost shows on teevee, real easy to follow plot though it does comes with weird, out of the ordinary ep like the one with the cyber gaming one recently&lt;br /&gt;that is the real cbs winning formula on fridays (incoming competition from re-scheduled TSCC and dollhouse, see below)&lt;br /&gt;nicest and most normal (hmm except for the upcoming/next ep on teevee) relationship on teevee.. the love between Melinda and Jim/XXX (see upcoming ep for more details..lol I was really really shocked to see it and that how new it was on teevee in Spore... lol) is, as I told my mum, trouble/problems-free (again up till now) one seen..&lt;br /&gt;sure it's a bummer when your wife can see ghosts and have to help them cross over, meaning lots of work taken back home.. but they seem to handle it really well... how they go on after the incident will really depends on the writing which can be a challenge since the plots have been simple but, really to be able to handle the corpse in the relationships (pun intended..lol) till S4 is pretty impressive too... so nice anticipation all in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;House M.D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, this is the show, together with The office (which I dont watch since I believe its on teevee but without proper subtitles to a british comedy, I really cant understand the laughs.. friends, nanny was hard on a 5/6 years old but this can be hard on a 20 year old one too...lol) that I have not heard anyone say any bad things about before...&lt;br /&gt;I heard its many people's fav when I was in US so I caught it too...lots of seasons to catch up on so I kinda watched it real quick. which if you have seen one ep, will know you wouldnt gain the whole picture&lt;br /&gt;Its nice medical drama with dry/satire/depreciating humor.. much more medical than grey's, Scrubs and ER (ohf. that is one long one that is ending on a high I heard)&lt;br /&gt;Nice interaction till S5, still cant really accept the new people in the team but they seem to be sticking... but its the best show for FOX for a reason.. the cases are always new and exciting... like cameron and chase relationship passionately when I first started. Personally, I love romance in my show but the story trail seems to have gone cold, with only occassional treats for fans..&lt;br /&gt;Not too much to look forward to when it returns (except House and Cuddy budding relationship which I dont feel too much abt and Wilson/House interactions) but its a solid bet as always if you want quality writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grey's anatomy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this is like on a rollarcoster ride.. one season we are up, the next we are down... we are now currently on the recover route (wish I could say the same for the economy and job market)&lt;br /&gt;S1 was nice, lost me on S2 and 3, re-joined on end S4 till S5 but it's been a bumpy ride..&lt;br /&gt;Love Sandra Oh's character but hate the fight with Ellen. Hate the new comers (Saddy's character, it took me a wiki moment to remember was the my fav hate character from Alias) love Mark Sloan and the budding underground romance with Lexie&lt;br /&gt;Never have much feel abt McDreamy and Meredith... strange since their on-off-on-off and currently on (that will be permantly) is the central but I have never been too much of a passion fan of Ellen. Love Addison (not too much Private Practice.. Addison, like her show deserve a placing as a Surgeon in a reputable hospital, not cooped up in a confined area)&lt;br /&gt;Not too much of a fan of Dead Denny and Izzy (she is fun to watch though) but like JDM enough(he got to be one of the few that has the most screen time as a dead lover... he is killed off in Supernatural too..lol).. like Karev and his character development and also Miranda Biley. Never been too much of a fan of Eric Hahn...her kill off got to be one of the worst on teevee.. though Burk is a real competition..lol I like Burk and what he is for Yang..Not much on Callie either...&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Derek's mum (the mother from Judging Amy, Judging Amy is now coincidentially at Private Practice..lol) after the break and prob more of Mark and Lexie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supernatural&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have a soft spot for the Winchesters cause I have seen both in their debut/early shows Dean as Eric in Days of Our Lives, yes I am that old..in Dark Angel (oh my took me forever to figure him out then) and also in Smallville.&lt;br /&gt;Sam as Dean (hahaha, Dean's character in Days actually has a twin called Sammy... insider's joke) in GG (another classic fav shows of mine)..&lt;br /&gt;So, complicated plot that my mother was never interested, no matter how I tried selling it... really tight and connected.. I think it has to do with how the writer has a plot in mind from the start and is following the route (thus ending in a season or 2 from now.. sob sob).. at least with a general idea of what each season is abt and extend the cases from there...&lt;br /&gt;Neat lines (Dean is a gem with jokes, funny faces and pranks), solid plots with a strong continuty that people commend is lacking in TSCC (it can be hard on those that didnt start from S1), great interactions.. v little romance and girl presence (the writer says its a road trip kinda format for a reason)&lt;br /&gt;this season has been one awesome ep after another.. I rem starting in Aug08 and watching the first ep when Dean was ripped from Hell and hurl back into Earth.. mind blowing.. I was totally converted with this season.. obessed for a while..&lt;br /&gt;New things to look for, more Castiel and Dean interaction, more brotherly bonding/chick flick moments and my wishful thinking that they will change Ruby character (aka Jessie McCartney's ex) back ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smallville&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: Lois.&lt;br /&gt;She is the main reason I watch this and sometimes Clark (interaction with her) and Green Arrow.. Can never stand Lana, never been a Lex or Chloe fan&lt;br /&gt;With Lana and Lex departure, Lois and Clark has been gettting lots of screen time... great for shippers like us.. :)s&lt;br /&gt;it has been around for 7 seasons for a reason, being one of the solid for CW. they are gearing up for 1 or 2 more season renewal (others can only pine for one ep by a time, one season by a time) even with Gossip Girl being hailed as the new fav for CW...&lt;br /&gt;looking forward for more lois but she seems to be MIA-ing for the first few ep after the break (I will be absent then) doomsday has been greatly anticipated by fans but I am just ok with it since the plot hasnt been excellent.. whats more with his affactions/obessions for chloe..&lt;br /&gt;I alway hung around for Lois and its fascinating how one person can carry the weight of the entire show.. she is excellently brillant as Lois which was why I hated Kate's protrayal of Lois in the movies.. She is too weak an actress for such a strong and festy character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brothers and Sisters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, have been watching this on-off.. the Spore version is tooo censored.. all of kevin sceen times are almost cut off and I think that maybe why teevee might not get more B&amp;amp;S since Kevin marries Scotty and their relationship is central to the show...one of the most comfortable/cringe-free same-sex relationship I can stand on teevee.. never like Erica and Callie one&lt;br /&gt;The lines are extremely funny and smart.. which can be hard when there are many writers on the show that works on different ep... but the justin rebecca thing was really bad.. I was rooting for it (only two young artist there with nice chemistry) but it seems like the whole S1 was a waste and the plot was just a round-a-about, especially since the writers incorporated it in because of the intensity between the real life actors (they might have broken off just as their reel screen couple got together)&lt;br /&gt;Smart lines continue to be a welcome, but other than that, cant think of any thing that makes me want to see it real bad and ryan's appearance wouldnt help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OTH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soap opera, with weird and sometimes out of touch plot... gulity pleasures still and it has been raking in regular viewerships for CW...&lt;br /&gt;I like Haley and Nathan interactions immensely when I started though recently it has been rather blant.. never a huge Lucas maybe due to the distain for the real person's love life nor a huge Peyton (really dislike her at some points) fan&lt;br /&gt;but brooke has been really good... her character development is the best among all. the rest seems to be constant or decreasing as season goes....&lt;br /&gt;Havent been too attentive with the ep so nothing much to look forward to unless you count peyton's revelation on what's causing her to be ill and Lucas's movie.. brooke's storyline is much better though and seeing how she may carry on with Owen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgoodgoblin.. that is a long list... bear in mind these are the currents ones that I do regularly watch..!! too much~&lt;br /&gt;anyways there are others like &lt;em&gt;pushing daisies&lt;/em&gt; (canned already, vo by the same guy who does hp audio books!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gossip girls&lt;/em&gt; (really not my type, cant understand the hype.. its like 4 to 6 characters and they rotate partners every other season/episode),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;scrubs&lt;/em&gt; (brillant but too many seasons to catch up on),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost, desperate housewives, prison break&lt;/em&gt; (three of which I have totally been lost in the plots), &lt;em&gt;ugly betty &lt;/em&gt;(can only say soap opera, though I alway enjoy humor of Mac and Amanda and interactions of Betty and Daniel)...&lt;br /&gt;I have seen episodes or part of episodes at least (utube clips~) of those above.. tell me I am not too much of of teevee person. peef~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the WAG writers strikes threw most of the plots into a mess, many came back messier than possible (personally: &lt;em&gt;Grey's, B&amp;amp;S, Bones, TSCC&lt;/em&gt; or so they say, ), some came back better than ever (SUPERNATURAL, need I say more?!)...&lt;br /&gt;then some jerked back into the new sesason in Aug08 after the summer break that has absoulately no shows except for re-runs and So You Think You Can Dance... and other similar dance reality shows that in my opinion not as good as SYTYCD... hit the brakes every year (I didnt know that!) for the mid season/christmas break that is just wayyyy tooo long.. these damn breaks are always during term breaks!! arg~&lt;br /&gt;now there are talks about an actor strikes though I think chances are slimmer.. sigh, people keep the creative juicies flowing.. am dying with cliff hangers..&lt;br /&gt;am not too much of a review person... I usually takes what is given/writers do... but have been reading more forums and seeing reports that usually cloud your viewing but still, these are general thought about shows and their viewing potentials...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, not too clear abt any new shows except sci-fi dollhouse (Joss Wheldon + Eliza.. need I scream more?!!!) and not too clear abt the new episodes either.. just know they all start when my sch starts (some are even in Feb...wohot good luck to the fans) and with new schedules for FOX shows (&lt;em&gt;House, TSCC, Bones&lt;/em&gt;) and some shuffling.. show biz is a big business..lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-5295468523332224883?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/5295468523332224883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>书。。。</title><content type='html'>说过吧。。。 我很爱很爱看书，言情中文小说、英语激昂人心的书籍、浪漫安抚的句子、扣人心弦的事迹，我都爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢跟着步伐，开心地笑、沮丧地振振有词、温馨地幻想。。。跟着笑着，跟着哭着，跟着闹着。。像舞者随着旋律跳跃、旋转、弯腰， 心情总能轻易的被拨弄着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生气地懊恼着，生气地呐喊着，心理默默地想着，活着真美丽~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;注：本人热爱并长期搜寻的一本是：檀月(沐风) 的 恶女的探戈。。。呵呵&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-8453962434030239141?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/8453962434030239141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=8453962434030239141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/8453962434030239141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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screen&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be holding my own breath, right up 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Until that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone wants to feel like someone caresS&lt;br /&gt;omeone to love with my life in their hands&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me like that&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody wants to do it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone&lt;br /&gt;There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;And dammit this feels too right, it's just like deja vu&lt;br /&gt;Me standing here with you&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be holding my own breath, could this be the end&lt;br /&gt;Is it that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't give up, looking for a diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;You never know, when it shows up, make sure you're holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint it true... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-7038075265433491954?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/7038075265433491954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=7038075265433491954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7038075265433491954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7038075265433491954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/12/song.html' title='~song~'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-1860610488704135704</id><published>2008-11-25T02:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T02:08:21.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>. i .miss. my hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SSvOWW6mT-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/uOWn5jt3FJY/s1600-h/IMG00135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272534672271101922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SSvOWW6mT-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/uOWn5jt3FJY/s400/IMG00135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mister Cuddle!! all washed up, smelling fresh, clean and dry~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SSvNbhwktLI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Rohz27jWRUo/s1600-h/IMG00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272533661569561778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SSvNbhwktLI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Rohz27jWRUo/s400/IMG00008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; long hair, dark, richly voluptuous nails colour and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; ring~(so tempted to get another one!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-1860610488704135704?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SSvOWW6mT-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/uOWn5jt3FJY/s72-c/IMG00135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-281307853479326489</id><published>2008-11-13T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:56:42.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.prime. commentary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SRxb_sxW1EI/AAAAAAAAAvA/zRhKFVTDn7c/s1600-h/cartoon-obama.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268186814024700994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SRxb_sxW1EI/AAAAAAAAAvA/zRhKFVTDn7c/s400/cartoon-obama.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never like to publicly commend on the happenings in the US. Firstly because I have met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; many wonderful American friends and how I think if I were them, I wouldn't like to see a ignorant Singaporean comment on my country and secondly, I have never thought that I knew enough not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this time, its a little different. I have been following too long to look at an article and not have an own opinion of my own...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read with interest about a news editor article on the US election: a cry for McCain... It set me thinking... is the saying: the pen is more powerful than the sword really true in this case? can it be that -gasp- we made a mistake after all? can it be that we have been swayed and blinded by the general media... that after months and months of primary caucus and general election campaign that we continue to be taken in by the liberal media? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did ask myself more than once, if my views on him was colored (no pun intended) by the glorifying efforts of the media.. there were hundreds of media (including all the heavyweights that I looked for when I want to be in touch with US news) that were backing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;obama&lt;/span&gt; and only less than a hundred that were endorsing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mcCain&lt;/span&gt;... was it that we were to quick to judge, to put him on a pedestal, to pray for hope and change that he promised but may never materialize?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I would be kidding if I said I never doubted or waver... (if you were asking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;manu&lt;/span&gt; or hp, my answer would have been much firmer)... there were too much at stake. to not have questioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; my point. If it wasn't this time of the business cycle. If it wasn't the long primary caucus that trained him to become more aware of the duties, shortcomings and challenges. If it wasn't for the long and tiring drive to the top, if it wasn't such a long time I was hooked on to political news on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reuters&lt;/span&gt;.. I would have been persuaded by the article.. but it wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; to believe that everything promised and spoken will be adhere to. I wasn't going to make myself believe that as much a man he is, he will not switch sides on important issues, tap dance on vital issues. There isn't time for him to be trained for the job. But unfortunately, this wasn't a time for someone like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mcCain&lt;/span&gt; either...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The change the article felt was missing, to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to health care reforms, energy changes. The change was about not sticking to old Washington ways of handling situations, was about not following on 8 years of tax policies, system of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;laissez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt; that was doomed to head to disaster... the change was the departure from what has been done in the past 8 years... while there might be the mistaken extrapolation to mean evolutionary difference from the entire history.. we all know that is not possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The criticism of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ambiguous&lt;/span&gt; change has been brought up many times...(if that came as a shock to the editor who seem to think the media thinks the world of Mr president-elect) As much as the media do favor him, there remains many reservations and considerations from the start... it might be also nice to note that he wasn't even the ideal nominated candidate of his party when the primaries started about 1+ year ago somewhere in that article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;McCain did himself a disfavor when he choose an unknown that clearly wasn't effective in dealing with the media (and that is a positive statement, not a normative one) she had the greatest opportunity to showcase herself when she started with a clean sheet but she obviously missed her shot. So while it is an undeniable fact that media bias was real (and do you not think it has not been exploited by the McCain camp? when especially they did all they could to squeeze every possible sexist accusations that ever existed)... the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mcCain&lt;/span&gt; camp did make the job so much easier to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;obama's&lt;/span&gt; entire focused campaign was simple: change (yes, you can), hope and anti-Bush. McCain was a bit more messy. they couldn't decide if they wanted to show he was experience and 'that one' wasn't (which flew right out of the window when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;vp&lt;/span&gt; was elected), or that he had questionable definition of country loyalty and patriotism (who can forget that unforgettable 'palling around with terrorists'), or if they were the change (you betcha!) or the experienced... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is not to say that by leveraging on what your precedent has failed rather on what you can achieved like the winning camp did(I have to admit, even I found it irritating to hear anti-bush chants for the 100001&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time) is the best strategy but if you look from his point of view, whatever that gets you to the seat is the most effective one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and while it is definitely not nice for the voters... there are so many websites that clarifies the difference in policies stands, so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;webpages&lt;/span&gt; that are myth-hunters or hearsay-busters.. that it wasn't possible to have no stand of your own.. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hilary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;clinton&lt;/span&gt; has clawed her way through, busting his every stand and positions... so he, to me, came out of it to be a stronger candidate (which he did badly need) after that painful internal party fight.. he risked the danger of drifting rather than unifying the party but eventually he won them over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;McCain, as I did mention, is an admirable person to me. His unfaltering faith and loyalty is so strong, people feel proud to be his countryman (though his words can get a bit cheesy and arranged at times). The pain he endured, the pain he was willing to bear for that sense of pride is breath-taking.. and yet, he disappoints over and over again with his actions (I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;perceived&lt;/span&gt; his pick of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;vp&lt;/span&gt; as the worst).. he said he was the maverick, and yet he bowed to his party over and over again. He 'endorsed' Bush after a very public display of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;disaffection&lt;/span&gt;(which his aide said that was what he said in the public, guess what he say behind) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he chose to take the dirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;politician&lt;/span&gt; route (not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;obama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; do any of that but it was refreshingly bare) and smearing game that everyone was just sick of... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and while the concession speak may be beautifully graceful (he was graceful when he endorsed bush as well), that side of him was buried in his blinded attempt to win at all cost.. he forgot about that side of him when he allowed himself to be all rattled up in debates and speeches... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we do know. if we hadn't had such a long route to the White House, maybe we wouldn't had. But we do know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-281307853479326489?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/281307853479326489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=281307853479326489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/281307853479326489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/281307853479326489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/11/prime-commentary.html' title='.prime. commentary.'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SRxb_sxW1EI/AAAAAAAAAvA/zRhKFVTDn7c/s72-c/cartoon-obama.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-3143896621291493009</id><published>2008-11-09T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:16:04.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>. elections .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SRc045srfoI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qGJ92RZzIXU/s1600-h/Vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736441398623874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SRc045srfoI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qGJ92RZzIXU/s400/Vote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it been a long ride. I can say that, cause I have been reading every interesting (i say interesting, because there are articles out there that are downright idiotic and useless) articles on the elections on reuters and possibility nyt. I followed, I looked over thecourse of many months, from the nail-biting democratic primary, right down to the really nail-biting election. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and was it historical. It wasn't just that he was the 1st African American president.. to me, it was cause America was on the edge of a huge mess and there was still a lingering hope that someone can bring them back to the older days. There is a possibility of recovery, a faint sight of light... He promised hope and change. In days where bleak conditions make it seem harder than usual. He said we can, and we will. In times when we doubt everything and everyone. He brought the will to fight back, the strength to soldier on. And that to me, is historical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubted his abilities, his experience, more than once. I said Democrats might have it easier if they had Hillary instead of him. Because, fighting against the idea of a frighteningly fierce and capable woman being the president might be easier than fighting against the idea of an inexperienced and black man. Because fighting one front might be easier than fighting against two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw each and every of the significant gaffes and strokes of brilliance. I held my breathe as I waited for the votes to be counted at the primaries and the election on 4th. I was warily hopeful. I feared someone out of touch, someone without experience and general intelligence will be chosen instead. His opponent is admirable. I have met many amazing Americans that support the republicians. But, just like how an ineffective teacher can be a great person but just inefficient in the profession of educating, a nice person who had an admirable past can be a crappy leader in time of crisis too... and a nice and lovely multi-tasking mom can be a great person/mom but not necessarily so in a place so near to the power seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that everything is settled... there is a sudden sense of loss... what do I look at each time I keyed in my favourite news website. Suddenly, the daily routine of looking at the news seem redundant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly me, there is still the change and hope we are promised of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-3143896621291493009?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/3143896621291493009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=3143896621291493009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3143896621291493009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3143896621291493009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/11/elections.html' title='. elections .'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SRc045srfoI/AAAAAAAAAu4/qGJ92RZzIXU/s72-c/Vote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-7385817864896442695</id><published>2008-10-15T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:10:10.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.hurl.spew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SPYQ0-eh-xI/AAAAAAAAAuw/mRHb3WfyX-0/s1600-h/97461205gx4.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SPYPXKlJZZI/AAAAAAAAAuo/MKgSnFL1nO0/s1600-h/12551693jd2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257406505653200274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SPYPXKlJZZI/AAAAAAAAAuo/MKgSnFL1nO0/s400/12551693jd2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SPYPMkVXmbI/AAAAAAAAAug/T_0d9_-UXfw/s1600-h/97461205gx4.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just spent like 30 minutes complaining to my mum abt %^&amp;amp;*(#@ pple in school..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are those sticky girl/boyfriends that clog up the very narrow corridor in the crumpling building...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those that stroll down the park, enjoying the scenery and (I suspect, knowingly) cause a traffic jam behind them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are those that dont know people actually need to concentrate and listen to lecture cause that's what students are in school for, and continue to talk, eat, laugh as loudly as possibly, even as you stare and stare till your eyes are popping out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those that never ever remember their phone ringtone/alarm/sms alert/god-knows-what are not nice enough that they have to share with the whole lecture/tutorial group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are those who are persistent stubborns who insist on typing their sms/appointments with the freaking annoying key pad sounds on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are those that expects you to update them on the meeting progress even if they are the nth person who come in and you have been updating (non-stop) since forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are those who expect you to help them with things she/he and even -datah!-you don't know, just cause it's ALWAYS a bigger deal that she/he don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are people that just havent learn the art or too conceited and think the sun shines out of their butt to even fake an attempt to listen or follow others' advise - You have half a mind to say: I told you so. But that would mean you actually care when you don't give a d**m. it's not worth the effort. They are not worth the effort...&lt;br /&gt;there are those that ask for help whenever any little thing pops up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are those that expects you to listen to crap and actually agree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are those whose priorities you never understand-studies, activities or just being a know it-all-pain-in-the-arse? you can never figure that one out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there are those who spends her time whining instead of doing work cause she is soooo sick that the going is rough and irritated with #$%^&amp;amp;*( people that she needs to start blaming and stop being a weak idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enuff said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont think I ever complained about annoying people in UNC (go tarheels!!) maybe its the environment, the change in mentality, the change in pressure point... but it's ironic how they believe in their own individual freedom of speech/actions... but take care to respect others' rights at the same time.. while we can be so selfish with the idealogy of rights and freedom (in general) yet be so generous when it comes to abusing others' rights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-7385817864896442695?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/7385817864896442695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=7385817864896442695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7385817864896442695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SM0fqkEsbkI/AAAAAAAAAfY/tzpB-5i8lAM/s72-c/CIMG1341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-6993387329372514545</id><published>2008-09-11T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:12:43.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.pre.sents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SMlRhH3jLiI/AAAAAAAAAfI/koITNDxfpPY/s1600-h/IMG00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244812870539226658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SMlRhH3jLiI/AAAAAAAAAfI/koITNDxfpPY/s400/IMG00020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SMlRTbeGvmI/AAAAAAAAAfA/tUtnyum11Yk/s1600-h/IMG00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244812635283045986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SMlRTbeGvmI/AAAAAAAAAfA/tUtnyum11Yk/s400/IMG00038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-6993387329372514545?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/6993387329372514545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=6993387329372514545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6993387329372514545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244810878642724514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SMlPtLeanqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/In_FMJm04QI/s400/IMG00030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SMlPjfuLVwI/AAAAAAAAAew/JdYGpqGsX_E/s1600-h/IMG00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244810712278849282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SMlPjfuLVwI/AAAAAAAAAew/JdYGpqGsX_E/s400/IMG00029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SMlPXUk2H2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/oZazvnxs3bY/s1600-h/IMG00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244810503128489826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SMlPXUk2H2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/oZazvnxs3bY/s400/IMG00028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SMlPIyNmorI/AAAAAAAAAeg/vLO_fmlMfzk/s1600-h/IMG00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244810253386031794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SMlPIyNmorI/AAAAAAAAAeg/vLO_fmlMfzk/s400/IMG00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my bestie said, I hadnt blog for a while .. so this is for her~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kinda knew she would be calling me when it strikes 12.. but she manage to top it up by calling to let me know that she is outside my house~~~ :)s it was great!!! awfully chocolate cake, key necklace (!!!!!!) and best of all, her presence on the strike of 12 :) arh~ bestie friends for life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats one great story you tell you grandkids when you are old and wrinkly...wahahahahhaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;old girl, thanks for everything~ all these years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-1813208110349256734?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/1813208110349256734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=1813208110349256734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1813208110349256734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1813208110349256734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/09/happiebirthday.html' title='.happie.birth.day.'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SMlPtLeanqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/In_FMJm04QI/s72-c/IMG00030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-1506658678843361762</id><published>2008-08-18T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:37:28.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i once read.. the universal conspire to help those who has the will to focus on what they want. everything falls in its place and every one in its path will provide help and support. i saw that in places you never thought possible... yet i don't see it in places where i need to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the appeal process, at its best, is one that allows you to interact more with your school officers, till the point you know who are the ones that are efficient and helpful from those who are less aware if students problems. the appeal process, at its worse, is a glimpse of hell. i have never been dead so i cant possibly image how horrible it can be.. but the appeal process sure comes close. the nail biting anxiety, the hair pulling insanity, the brain eating agony.. the world crashing desperation, the explosive Armageddon... it eats up your mood and energy, making you grouchy, mindless and terribly upset. it sucks away your optimistic feelings, your positivity, especially with people taunting you... i need more than phelps and the games to take my mind off worrying matters.. i need his courage and imagination to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon me while i go puke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-1506658678843361762?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/1506658678843361762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=1506658678843361762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1506658678843361762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1506658678843361762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-once-read.html' title=''/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-314551662367720493</id><published>2008-08-18T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T06:49:59.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new room...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SKl9wCcTXoI/AAAAAAAAAeY/a_Lpyiz_yEo/s1600-h/IMG00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235854306037685890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SKl9wCcTXoI/AAAAAAAAAeY/a_Lpyiz_yEo/s400/IMG00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;inspirations, ambitions, bravery, dreams and hopes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-314551662367720493?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/314551662367720493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=314551662367720493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/314551662367720493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/314551662367720493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-room.html' title='my new room...'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SKl9wCcTXoI/AAAAAAAAAeY/a_Lpyiz_yEo/s72-c/IMG00002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-8965630193554343108</id><published>2008-07-30T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:09:39.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dark knight</title><content type='html'>my sister and i are really different... she has problems going to the theatres and enjoying the story (together with interrupting me with lots of questions)...&lt;br /&gt;yet, to me, its a wonderful experience. i absolutely love watching movies though i dont do it often (i think thats why i love it more..) i love going to the movies alone, with no one familiar and watch the adv before the start ( i go crazy when we missed it today, i looove looking at yet-to-be-released shows.. trailers are super fun) i love doing it at my own pace, to enjoy the movie with no one to influence my thoughts abt the movie ( am always tempted to ask pple abt their thoughts when watching with someone else) i enjoy the small details of the movies, to laugh when its funny and get tense when the music starts... i absolutely love it.. i have watched all 5 hp movies on my own and i intend to continue the tradition for the last 2.. exciting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder... if the dark knight is not a hero? maybe what oldman said said was right. he is a guidance angel, but why cant a hero hide behind a mask? can you not be a hero if you hide in the comfort of darkness? spiderman had the problem, so does hellboy and batman. do we have to look behind the mask to know that he is worthy of our trust and respect? sometimes the mask tells us more abt the person that what it doesnt... if he is as unworthy, then why do good behind a mask? why the no expectation of rewards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think the only reason he took the blame for the cruel deaths was his way of self-destruction upon rachael death. yet i dislike how dent craved upon her death more, dislike how the love dent put on the pedestal, proved to be nothing more than obsession more.. nothing is more pitiful and painful to look than the destruction of the mirage of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not strong, but i find fault with ladies in movies that does not have the ability to steer their man in the correct path.. that are unable to fall in love with a man and let him live the way he had upon their deaths... with no regrets, no anger, just peace and calmness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain? no i dont believe in that. excuses for the weak minded.. maybe there is a difference between doing the right thing and being a righteous hero... maybe sometimes you have to scoop that low to uphold the high values you hold.. but that doesnt mean you should start being a killer, villain because of that.. it is a mere reason for those who set out to do right and end up being tempted to do wrongs.. the circumstances do not force you to become something else.. the circumstances force you to define what kind of person you are (capable of). a right man (i didnt say a hero) does what he feels is right, what he knows is right (unless you are a psychopath) even if he cant be... that is the courage needed and what i think the dark knight symbolizes.. not the fear it instill in criminals, the respect he earns, not the deals he done, the inspiration for his city...but rather, for the courage to fly down the skyscrapper, to come between the cars with his Lamborghini, to blast in front of the firegun with his batmobile (really really cool speed...), to have the courage to bear, to tolerate, to understand the burden when all he wants is to leave it, to do the things we cant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-8965630193554343108?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/8965630193554343108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=8965630193554343108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/8965630193554343108'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SHrPnzC0b-I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/aJwmOWrPKvs/s400/CIMG0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice pretty white dots...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-9205256890979445401?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/9205256890979445401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=9205256890979445401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/9205256890979445401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/9205256890979445401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/07/nice-pretty-white-dots.html' title=''/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SHrPnzC0b-I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/aJwmOWrPKvs/s72-c/CIMG0705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-392802075109134490</id><published>2008-07-05T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:17:04.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;David Phillip Vetter ,a boy from Shenandoah, Texas, United States suffered from a rare genetic disease now known as severe combined immune deficiency syndrome (SCIDS) and was forced to live in a sterile environment all his life till the last dying moments. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He is better known as the bubble boy, a term coined by the media, and possibly the doctors and authorities involved. To me, he is more. He was isolated from the rest but his intelligences, mind, soul and spirit are earth-bounded. His worries, thoughts, nightmares and dreams may seem different at first glance. Yet the common theme of self-identity and the phrase of growth remains painfully similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"The great scandal of the Bubble Boy was that he was conceived for the bubble. The team that did this didn't think through this very well. They didn't consider what would happen if they didn't find an immediate cure. They operated on the assumption that you could live to be 80 years old in a bubble, and that would be unfortunate but okay."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hope when given freely for existing problem is reckless optimistic, a hope when given with care for the same problem can be timely morphine.But a hope when given to a situation not existing is definitely a fool's gold, an illusion waiting to tumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The researchers and his parents tried to give him as normal a life as possible so formal education and television was allowed ... Yet for a boy who longed to participate in the outside world that he could see out the window and on television, he wondered :"Whatever I do depends on what somebody else decides I do. Why school? Why did you make me learn to read? What good will it do? I won't ever be able to do anything anyway. So why? You tell me why."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there is no answer an outsider can reply isit? The path to enlightenment while not necessary lonely is alway alone. Forced realization can never bear the fruits of wisdom like how the roots of painful growth is always maturity in thoughts and discipline. He may never have realized the cold consolation that his parents and the doctors whom abandon him held on to years after his passing could have only been that thousand of children was saved by him. That his life purpose was answered by science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not what he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of whether he had consent to the life of experiment and lab object, his purpose in life was not to provide research for the scientists. His purpose, to him was only to enjoy the simple miracles and wonders of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that should have been enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet boy, born to a lifetime of condemnation to alienation, obedience so it would be easier on the people who started this all.. confined to the jails of sanity, the nightmares of conformity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of his original doctors, John Montgomery, said at the meeting that if he had the chance, he would conduct the same project with another child. "How many more?" he was asked, to which he replied: "Until I determined that there was no more information to be gained by such a thing, or if the outcome was certain." Montgomery said in 1997, "At the time, we were encouraged by everything we knew. If people didn't take chances, none of us would be here. Columbus would have stayed in Spain and would have been selling tortillas, because he was warned he would sail off the edge of the earth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A choice when taken willing is a chance, a chance of adventure and change. Yet, a choice and a decision when made without consent is blinding ignorance. How many times have we heard "It's for your own good" when the ending has never justified the means? The love from his parents and doctors, may be irrefutable for all we know, yet the selflessness when needed went unanswered. The care and love may be given for all that is not recorded in the books, yet the genuine touch of a humanity and the generous spirit was never given freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Daddy, I will agree to anything to feel better." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;David's response to a direct question from his father on whether he wished to be taken out of the bubble after he turned too ill for treatment in the bubble, few months after receiving his elder sister's unmatched and viruses infected bone marrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, his wishes unheard, his consents ignored, his rights deprived and dignity brushed aside. Too late for regrets and blame... and so we lived in blindfolds, certain that our actions, if given a chance to right the wrong will still remain. Living in the darks, with our eyes and minds closed to a life of possibilities and rightful hopes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the boy who lived with a purpose, even if he didnt know it while he was alive for 12 short years... we remember the lessons...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-392802075109134490?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/392802075109134490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=392802075109134490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/392802075109134490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/392802075109134490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/07/boy-who-lived-with-purpose-even-if-he.html' title='the boy'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-7708998464120034056</id><published>2008-07-03T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:56:31.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>当世界安静下来...思索着的回应...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;不知道　不明了　不想要　为什么　我的心 明明是想靠近　却孤单到黎明&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;温柔-还你自由版...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢的书籍很多，但要找到心意的不易。喜欢&lt;em&gt;楼雨晴&lt;/em&gt;的，&lt;em&gt;席娟 &lt;/em&gt;的...总是能从文字中有一番领悟。 喜欢青梅竹马的剧情，老掉牙但那心心相印。熟悉的气息总有荡气回肠的感觉。 &lt;em&gt;楼大 &lt;/em&gt;的&lt;em&gt;爱情海洋（续篇），近水楼台先得月 &lt;/em&gt;是心中的佳作。 刻苦铭心的爱得肝肠寸断？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢办公室恋情给予的幻想空间，天马行空的构思是醉生梦死的大脑最有效的麻醉剂。 就因遥不可及所以有趣...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢欢喜冤家的逗趣、爆笑场面。因为写实的让心燃起希望，尽管缈茫无际，但人性的软弱仍相信着...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢久别重逢的大团圆结局，因为不信无疙瘩，无忌讳的继续相爱着。 再坚韧的情感，破碎了就像捏碎的心， 无法平复。像蠢蠢欲动的情不能跨越时间的拱桥、波涛汹涌的心悸穿越不过逐渐远离的心...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢棋逢对手的尖锐顶撞，不能被衡量的爱也一样不能被计算。 能被掌握的爱像加了糖浆的甜点，做作、毫不自然...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢浪子回头的曲折与争扎。因为努力争取过的爱情是通往婚姻的阶梯。而努力认真的人，靓丽无比。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;而爱情本來就是种考验　当耗尽所有激情与好奇...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;罗密欧与朱丽叶 ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-7708998464120034056?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/7708998464120034056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=7708998464120034056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7708998464120034056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7708998464120034056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='当世界安静下来...思索着的回应...'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-2470253208799959029</id><published>2008-07-01T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:27:05.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*gulps*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know I know, I am (technically) not a teen or tween anymore (whatever that means) .... but I have to confess, I enjoy the &lt;em&gt;Princess Diaries&lt;/em&gt;, alway have.... I have spend so many times at borders pouring over the books (never quite to buy them type, unless they are like &lt;em&gt;hp&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;jodi&lt;/em&gt;'s&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;paulo&lt;/em&gt;'s style) and every time I visit the place and actually spend time on the series, they will def be a new book from the series...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the diary style is just so engaging...though I think as I grow up, I am more concern about the plot-the fate of &lt;em&gt;Mia&lt;/em&gt;... and I would rather see it in the form of partial narrative, partial diary style so we can actually know what &lt;em&gt;Tina, Lily, J.P., Boris&lt;/em&gt; and most importantly &lt;em&gt;Michael&lt;/em&gt; felt/think/knows before Mia makes the mess of the situation and finds out the harsh way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I like novels that look at characters from different angle, v much like the novel style of vintage point... which may explains why I love &lt;em&gt;hp&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;jodi&lt;/em&gt;'s comforting style. the prob in real life is that you can never really know what the other party is thinking of you/world views etc, the small, subtle reaction, hurt, delight, the fleeting tug of the heart... so its nice to look at the situation in different angles and I personally think &lt;em&gt;jodi&lt;/em&gt; is a genius at this~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was rather upset when I read &lt;em&gt;Princess Mia&lt;/em&gt;, the book saw the end of her relationship and longest-time friendship and it was just hard to read man. I have never read the books as religious as I did for hp, I browse, read, skip, re-read, forget, re-browse... you get the drift. but I have alway like the friendship and her relationship, although not her over-compulsive need to over analysis and be over sensitive and suspicious (hmm that seems to the trend of the young girls in &lt;em&gt;meg&lt;/em&gt;'s books) about a lot of things but mainly over her relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sometimes I wonder, years of friendship... is it so vulnerable? so unable to withstand the test? as you age, the amount of friendship you can grasp on, seems so much lesser than before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh and on a cheery note.. bestie is coming home!!!!! FINALLY~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-2470253208799959029?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/2470253208799959029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=2470253208799959029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2470253208799959029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2470253208799959029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/07/gulps.html' title='*gulps*'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-7074016685253485835</id><published>2008-06-25T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:31:14.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>香水。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;是&lt;em&gt;mayday&lt;/em&gt;一首收录在&lt;em&gt;为爱而生&lt;/em&gt;的歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;深深爱上一种 奉献的哲学 献上快乐 献上伤悲 献上自我 献上世界 。。。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;就让我活到脱轨 就让我爱到脱线 就让我为爱而生一千世纪无间轮回 为你献上快乐伤悲 为你献上我的世界&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;迷惑，迷惘着。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么是对一个主题的执著，的坚持？我不曾有过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着他们对于音乐的热衷，热烈的共鸣， 我疑惑。五个爱玩、爱闹的大男生，看似玩世不恭，看似得过且过，但却对生命有着无穷的爱恋，无比的尊敬，无畏的热忱。为所爱的，燃烧着、疯狂着。。。 看似醉生梦死，看似死行尸走肉，但活得比任何人都尽兴，都洒脱。因为为爱着的而走火入魔，而献上了所有，是我没拥有的哲理。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;不明白，怎能有比自己生命、自己所有而更伟大、更有意义的宗旨？为自己更巨大的命运而生活着，而燃烧着生命的蜡烛。用尽一切绵力也要拥护的，耗费所有也得守护的。他们一首首歌颂着的，我不解。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;谁说成长过程容易的？茁壮成长的不只身高与体重，而是心灵，心智。疯狂茂盛的并非桃花而是对于人生旅程总总的智慧花卉。该认真探讨的不仅适宜的举动，而是人生的真谛与意义。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;仍然在浓雾中。即使在清醒的猎物也曾是疑惑的目标吧~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;即使多了解前面的路该如何是好，也有深陷迷雾，海市蜃楼的权利~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;所以饥渴的沙滩游人， 迈向绿洲的路途吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;再多的支援之手，不如自救的毅力，再坚韧的摩天大楼 ，不比坚定不移的自治。再炽热的热带岛屿，也不及心中熊熊烈火。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;锁定目标，勇往跨近，一直向前走，，一直向远方奔去，在回头时，会有我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-JVkFDQPvo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-JVkFDQPvo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-7074016685253485835?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/7074016685253485835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=7074016685253485835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7074016685253485835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7074016685253485835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_25.html' title='香水。。。'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-7291404306924179991</id><published>2008-06-23T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:01:49.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>六月天的点滴。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;很喜欢用华文写下自己的思绪， 一直以来。一块块的，四四方方的字像老友般，总能安抚不规律的心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近很迷&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mayday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;。 应该说是又再次迷上那五个长不大的大男孩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很喜欢他们的歌，字字句句，有平静的魔力，让无病呻吟的心渐渐的找到靠岸的港口。让焦虑的心逐渐平复，让渺小的自己更渺小，更无能。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近又有反省的时间，有自我发现的空闲。闲下来的自己开始胡思乱想，开始静下心看看，想想，胡闹一番。认为是每每必经的途径，但不会减少每一回的焦虑与忧郁。因为经过这些才能一步步跨近想要成为的自己，所以甘之如饴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但太过沉浸于自我陶醉，自我呻吟只能最终造成对于其他事物的忽略（像就差那么一丁丁错过最好友的老生日 -.- 醉生梦死的日子还真容易忘了日期 *吐舌、好险*）， 而&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mayday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;的歌总能唤醒沉睡的意识，埋在地底下的恒心。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很难想象拥有四个有默契的知己的欢乐与泪水，四个嬉戏、胡搞的老友，多难的。真令人羡慕。 真令人得好好反省。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近真迷&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mayday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多好。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-7291404306924179991?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/7291404306924179991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=7291404306924179991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7291404306924179991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7291404306924179991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='六月天的点滴。。。'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-5453990103789344866</id><published>2008-05-24T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:46:11.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding! photos take forever to load and organize~~sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjvDBGgiPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6QwS9phtquw/s1600-h/CIMG0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjvDBGgiPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6QwS9phtquw/s400/CIMG0461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204172204540987634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjufxGgiOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ygCSiG57I-U/s1600-h/CIMG0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjufxGgiOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ygCSiG57I-U/s400/CIMG0440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204171598950598882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjt3BGgiNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GfP-zwxCKQI/s1600-h/CIMG0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjt3BGgiNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GfP-zwxCKQI/s400/CIMG0421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204170898870929618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjsuxGgiMI/AAAAAAAAAdw/g1t3oUx2Evw/s1600-h/CIMG0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjsuxGgiMI/AAAAAAAAAdw/g1t3oUx2Evw/s400/CIMG0415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204169657625381058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjrYhGgiLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/PKb4-BQS-7E/s1600-h/CIMG0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjrYhGgiLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/PKb4-BQS-7E/s400/CIMG0081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204168175861663922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjqpxGgiKI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Sg1rxtgMFVU/s1600-h/CIMG0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjqpxGgiKI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Sg1rxtgMFVU/s400/CIMG0192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204167372702779554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjqCxGgiJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/oyAoMQf2eM0/s1600-h/CIMG0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjqCxGgiJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/oyAoMQf2eM0/s400/CIMG0347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204166702687881362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjnShGgiII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/98pni2JXtgA/s1600-h/CIMG0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjnShGgiII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/98pni2JXtgA/s400/CIMG0259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204163674735937666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjmYBGgiHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/E-PVsFx2Fyc/s1600-h/CIMG0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjmYBGgiHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/E-PVsFx2Fyc/s400/CIMG0061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204162669713590386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjloxGgiGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4YAP2JSkeyg/s1600-h/CIMG0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjloxGgiGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4YAP2JSkeyg/s400/CIMG0232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204161857964771426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDji4hGgiFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/LL2tPthLx44/s1600-h/CIMG0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDji4hGgiFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/LL2tPthLx44/s400/CIMG0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204158830012827730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weddigns are great! Warm. fuzzy. pretty. and tiring~ have been to 5 weddings as of now... each have been great and memorable.. and i may have another one coming along later this year again... ohhhhh ~ its alway nice~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-5453990103789344866?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/5453990103789344866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=5453990103789344866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5453990103789344866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5453990103789344866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/05/wedding-photos-take-forever-to-load-and.html' title='wedding! photos take forever to load and organize~~sigh'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDjvDBGgiPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6QwS9phtquw/s72-c/CIMG0461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-548228091082493848</id><published>2008-05-18T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T07:35:15.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>french manicure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDA-gDnKoLI/AAAAAAAAAcw/pEg1vnoR3Ik/s1600-h/CIMG0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDA-gDnKoLI/AAAAAAAAAcw/pEg1vnoR3Ik/s400/CIMG0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201726290059239602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arg~ its really hard.. but really pretty~ lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-548228091082493848?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/548228091082493848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=548228091082493848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/548228091082493848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/548228091082493848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/05/french-manicure.html' title='french manicure!'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SDA-gDnKoLI/AAAAAAAAAcw/pEg1vnoR3Ik/s72-c/CIMG0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-1451593649599062340</id><published>2008-05-17T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:51:01.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SC_RZjnKoKI/AAAAAAAAAco/KPNJp2FUeeQ/s1600-h/IMG00104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SC_RZjnKoKI/AAAAAAAAAco/KPNJp2FUeeQ/s400/IMG00104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201606331622662306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at unc-ch coker arboretum~ one of the most sureal place on campus... bright day, warm sun, spring flowers. recipe for a perfect day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SC_RHDnKoJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/EBQL_wt6hDY/s1600-h/IMG00131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SC_RHDnKoJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/EBQL_wt6hDY/s400/IMG00131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201606013795082386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my fav outfits in NC, wore this to boyz II men concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SC_QUDnKoII/AAAAAAAAAcY/qPe_hWO-RMY/s1600-h/IMG00169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SC_QUDnKoII/AAAAAAAAAcY/qPe_hWO-RMY/s400/IMG00169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201605137621753986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone: say helloooo to mr cuddle~ buffy has her mr gordo.. and this is mine~ wohot if you can see what his shirt (that is hidding his fat fat tummy, like me!?) says it is: cuddle with someone from carolina...) think he is like the last left on the shelf.. super soft with long arms for cuddling and sideway head, lol either its a flaw or cause i stuff him in my book bag for way too long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-1451593649599062340?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/1451593649599062340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=1451593649599062340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1451593649599062340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1451593649599062340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/05/nc.html' title='NC'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SC_RZjnKoKI/AAAAAAAAAco/KPNJp2FUeeQ/s72-c/IMG00104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-3828469400495874938</id><published>2008-05-14T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:17:36.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am back</title><content type='html'>the plane from Norita to Spore was full of Singlish-speaking Sporean so I felt like I was in Spore before I actually was.. as I said 20 hours of flight from Detroit to Spore (not counting NY to RDU and RDU to Detroit which is about 3 more hours) is no joke. love the flight hate the aches and most of all the spring water on planes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an leaving unpacking tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me reunite with my bed. hello my bed (I havent slept on it for abt 6mths) and hello Carolina bear ( am missing CH and its people)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye chaotic NY and lovely lovely CH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-3828469400495874938?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/3828469400495874938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=3828469400495874938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3828469400495874938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3828469400495874938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-back.html' title='am back'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-3012797874872316441</id><published>2008-05-09T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:16:40.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long over due~ in ny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SCUFV3VMyKI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/zqZMNUxXGx8/s1600-h/IMG00146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SCUFV3VMyKI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/zqZMNUxXGx8/s400/IMG00146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198567218057365666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like the ring but it is alr scratched cause of all the moving i have done and even with my normal day work~ lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SCUE5HVMyJI/AAAAAAAAAcI/c6FwB5IfMyA/s1600-h/CIMG0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SCUE5HVMyJI/AAAAAAAAAcI/c6FwB5IfMyA/s400/CIMG0570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198566724136126610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this at 35 :) nice good qty cloth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SCUEfnVMyII/AAAAAAAAAcA/dSZTjwxArYA/s1600-h/CIMG0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SCUEfnVMyII/AAAAAAAAAcA/dSZTjwxArYA/s400/CIMG0563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198566286049462402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nce but 16+, not toooo worthy since its really ok-ay qty cloth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-3012797874872316441?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/3012797874872316441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=3012797874872316441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3012797874872316441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3012797874872316441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-over-due-in-ny.html' title='long over due~ in ny'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SCUFV3VMyKI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/zqZMNUxXGx8/s72-c/IMG00146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-7887089791817215574</id><published>2008-04-26T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:35:25.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boyz II men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SBQCQRWgQaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Q12FFi6NY48/s1600-h/Boyz%25202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SBQCQRWgQaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Q12FFi6NY48/s400/Boyz%25202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193778748823978402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday, [down] on bended knees, I'll make love to you, water runs dry, a song for mama, end of the road..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so many great classic songs from Boyz II Men... before all the N'sync, all the backstreet, the westlife, there was them.. and after them, they are still here... 16 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were on a 6 week tour in Europe a week ago and but they were "glad to be home"... and I am so glad I went to their concert... with the right attire too (short sleeve sequin, shorts and flip flops, great in hot weather and for standing throughout the concert)... it's a great one.. a great virgin concert.. linkin park, rock bands like mcr, click five.. or mayday, jazz or slow ones like michael buble would have been a great experience (they are the ones I would love to go for my bd, with bestie...) but for the 1st one, the 1st special one, I can't pick a better place or band for the experience... and I don't even need a camera.. I took many mental pictures.. that may fade with time, may distort with memories .. but will always be around.. no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a classic band, a band that I hear often in my fav music station, a band that is so american and so loving and heart warming.. its a concert that even kids can go to.. there were many black kids there.. and I think its a great influence... with right role models and all.. and the band even told the audience to whip out their cell and call the mothers when they sang the song... with cell phones amidst the dark dean dome, it looks so beautiful...just like how I always, will always love those many think are cheesy dance moves.. so clean cut, so in-tune with the songs and so so boy-bandish that I absoultely love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine days from nashville, new york open for them at 8, with some great songs and also a fav band song: story of the girl... beautiful~... we waited a while while people streamed down nearer to the stage to dance and scream there... and many took the time to take photo with Roy Williams (coach to tar heels men's basketball).. poor guy, cant even get to a concert without getting mobbed.. lol. but I understand his celebrity-like status in UNC.. there were even body guards by his side for heaven's sake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the organisers came up and talk abt springfest. a festival event is set up for the students (free! paid for the tuition fees and all I believe) as the year comes to a close so there is proper closure.. it has been a amazing academic year, with trips to different parts of the US (my sis may favor Europe over any other place because of her frequency there.. and the many many cities she has been so fortunate to visit but there is no doubt that mine is the US, the thinking, the culture and beautiful people are just breath-taking.. I don't know about Europe but the idea of freedom, progress, hope and optimism here is something that is unique and beautiful) and I cant think of a better time and band to end the year... lol~ it's been such an experience.. and I can't tell you how fortunate I am in NC chapel hill.. there is NO better place to be in..not california, not washinton,boston,NY, belgium, Sweden, Norway.. I mean they are pretty places to be in, but if you are looking for a mixture of tranquillity, study, party, drinking and family culture, action and peace, there is only chapel hill.. it can be boring but it is a uni culture.. through and through.. very american... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to all the amazing hits from their Legacy: Greatest Hits Collection album and it's great.. I am so glad I went there. a perfect end to the beginning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-7887089791817215574?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/7887089791817215574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=7887089791817215574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7887089791817215574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7887089791817215574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/04/boyz-ii-men.html' title='boyz II men'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SBQCQRWgQaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Q12FFi6NY48/s72-c/Boyz%25202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-277890185470522106</id><published>2008-04-25T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:25:34.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>claddagh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SBKEihWgQZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/T8y2lRFgzPo/s1600-h/L947718552L.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SBKEihWgQZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/T8y2lRFgzPo/s400/L947718552L.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193359048914780562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SBKEcxWgQYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_bYtao6swJI/s1600-h/L778917898Lsept.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SBKEcxWgQYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_bYtao6swJI/s400/L778917898Lsept.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193358950130532738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SBKEVhWgQXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/nfPK4b_-FhM/s1600-h/L604717066L.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SBKEVhWgQXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/nfPK4b_-FhM/s400/L604717066L.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193358825576481138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-277890185470522106?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/277890185470522106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=277890185470522106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/277890185470522106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/277890185470522106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/04/claddagh.html' title='claddagh'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SBKEihWgQZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/T8y2lRFgzPo/s72-c/L947718552L.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-4350012206645413223</id><published>2008-04-23T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:49:21.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed</title><content type='html'>I feel so happy~~ to receive gifts from someone who cares, to feel their care and concern, to remember the happie times.. suddenly all the tireness I felt all day just disappear... :) its nice to be remembered.. I will remember to do the same as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-4350012206645413223?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/4350012206645413223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=4350012206645413223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/4350012206645413223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/4350012206645413223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/04/blessed.html' title='blessed'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-6900988893082721558</id><published>2008-04-22T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:04:16.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one shining moment.. you knew you were alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Npp0N7cjr-k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Npp0N7cjr-k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball is tipped &lt;br /&gt;and there you are&lt;br /&gt;you're running for your life&lt;br /&gt;you're a shooting star &lt;br /&gt;And all the years &lt;br /&gt;no one knows&lt;br /&gt;just how hard you worked&lt;br /&gt;but now it shows... &lt;br /&gt;(in) ONE SHINING MOMENT, IT'S ALL ON THE LINE&lt;br /&gt;ONE SHINING MOMENT, THERE FROZEN IN TIME&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;But time is short &lt;br /&gt;and the road is long&lt;br /&gt;in the blinking of an eye&lt;br /&gt;ah that moment's gone &lt;br /&gt;And when it's done&lt;br /&gt;win or lose&lt;br /&gt;you always did your best&lt;br /&gt;cuz inside you knew... &lt;br /&gt;(that) ONE SHINING MOMENT, YOU REACHED DEEP INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;ONE SHINING MOMENT, YOU KNEW YOU WERE ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Feel the beat of your heart&lt;br /&gt;feel the wind in your face&lt;br /&gt;it's more than a contest&lt;br /&gt;it's more than a race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it's done&lt;br /&gt;win or lose&lt;br /&gt;you always did your best&lt;br /&gt;cuz inside you knew...&lt;br /&gt;(that) ONE SHINING MOMENT, YOU REACHED FOR THE SKY&lt;br /&gt;ONE SHINING MOMENT, YOU KNEW&lt;br /&gt;ONE SHINING MOMENT, YOU WERE WILLING TO TRY&lt;br /&gt;ONE SHINING MOMENT....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-6900988893082721558?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/6900988893082721558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=6900988893082721558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6900988893082721558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6900988893082721558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-shining-moment-you-reach-for-stars.html' title='one shining moment.. you knew you were alive'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-6307566010906952338</id><published>2008-04-14T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:25:27.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smiles</title><content type='html'>things that make me smile today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alarm that works. me waking up before it's time to. great weather (we are back to the coldness!). good walk/stretch. people talking/walking around me in the quad. 2shirtless boys laying on the field (you've got to hand it to them). people who have trusted the weather forecast and wore shorts/sleeveless and shivering (I know I know, mean!but it &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; tickles you abit). girl who tripped over the loose brick pavement, like me (what? it's not mean! she and her friend was laughing too! so technically I am laughing with them and not at them.. anywaies I do that all the time too.. so no biggie). givng away my first acct. to unc friend. listening to linkin park and reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-6307566010906952338?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/6307566010906952338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=6307566010906952338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6307566010906952338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6307566010906952338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/04/smiles.html' title='smiles'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-3675849471904788579</id><published>2008-04-12T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T04:54:12.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDq5tv2A38k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDq5tv2A38k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i am such a huge hp movie fan.. i am more of the book one but it seems to be the only decent LP &lt;em&gt;Leave of all the Rest&lt;/em&gt; video (there don't seem to be a offical MTV from LP video channel)am listening to park's album (I know its really old.. but I am itching for a good concert and am hitting myself for missing them in Spore the 2nd time again~~~sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-3675849471904788579?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/3675849471904788579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=3675849471904788579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3675849471904788579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3675849471904788579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/04/songs.html' title='song'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-5197068760935260048</id><published>2008-04-11T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T17:59:52.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SAAIoTeAofI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DMUO_OedtYU/s1600-h/IMG00046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SAAIoTeAofI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DMUO_OedtYU/s400/IMG00046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188156259244745202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilson library got to be one of the most exquisite library on campus.. with rare books and state collections, the interior is really nice (the chandelier!!), like some mansion's library... sigh and the best thing is, when you are inside, the room can be dark one moment, bright the next cause the room is facing the sun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SAAIazeAoeI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/fK6XmNmWQls/s1600-h/IMG00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SAAIazeAoeI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/fK6XmNmWQls/s400/IMG00055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188156027316511202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other side of UL (another new place I found, usually v packed though~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SAAIKzeAodI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GQ-97NEHy6A/s1600-h/IMG00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SAAIKzeAodI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GQ-97NEHy6A/s400/IMG00056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188155752438604242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in student union (where we saw chelsea clinton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was all over the main campus today.... sigh... was in wilson lib till they closed at 5pm. forgot to leave my bag behind (*stick tongue out*) and so I went the Undergrad Library aka UL to print some stuff that I have to complete by this weekend... sigh~~ got chase out again by 6pm and decided to go the the student union.. think its a fri so the area was really empty. normally its packed and all~~ some times can hardly find a place with plugs to sit and discuss projects... finally decide to go and get some grocery at this store near the cafe where I usu get my dinner cause I was too tired to go to Harris Teeter this or next week(next week is laundry day again, unless I am feeling hardworking and decide to do it this week~) so decide to buy some food cause I have nearly wipe my dorm clean.. don't want to be like scott (he ended up eating mustard instead of drinking water when he was really hungry...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups, got Oreo golden cookies, milk pudding, bubble gum, bread (those good whole wheat ones *smiles*), some really cheap nissin cup noodles and 2boxes of breakfast bars :) abt 20 bucks, not too bad for a on campus store :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-5197068760935260048?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/5197068760935260048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=5197068760935260048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5197068760935260048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5197068760935260048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/04/wilson-library-got-to-be-one-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/SAAIoTeAofI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DMUO_OedtYU/s72-c/IMG00046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-2383047678018651701</id><published>2008-04-09T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:25:58.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_16kzeAocI/AAAAAAAAAbA/aGusoEH8txY/s1600-h/IMG00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_16kzeAocI/AAAAAAAAAbA/aGusoEH8txY/s400/IMG00041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187437118510637506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_16fTeAobI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nxnHIIFbPkk/s1600-h/IMG00040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_16fTeAobI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nxnHIIFbPkk/s400/IMG00040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187437024021356978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another steal~ really classy looking i personally think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-2383047678018651701?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/2383047678018651701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=2383047678018651701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2383047678018651701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2383047678018651701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-steal-really-classy-looking-i.html' title=''/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_16kzeAocI/AAAAAAAAAbA/aGusoEH8txY/s72-c/IMG00041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-555129943285557984</id><published>2008-04-09T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:19:28.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_15JDeAoaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/4lbYRGa3vD0/s1600-h/IMG00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_15JDeAoaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/4lbYRGa3vD0/s400/IMG00038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187435542257639842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the back~ macy ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_15CDeAoZI/AAAAAAAAAao/c-2MYgfOm7w/s1600-h/IMG00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_15CDeAoZI/AAAAAAAAAao/c-2MYgfOm7w/s400/IMG00037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187435421998555538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total steal at USD 14+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_147zeAoYI/AAAAAAAAAag/mgTvNBVuV_k/s1600-h/IMG00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_147zeAoYI/AAAAAAAAAag/mgTvNBVuV_k/s400/IMG00036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187435314624373122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_14zDeAoXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/HpkRgBU8dfU/s1600-h/IMG00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_14zDeAoXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/HpkRgBU8dfU/s400/IMG00033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187435164300517746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the fav~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_14ljeAoWI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/43dhSsPn0RU/s1600-h/IMG00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_14ljeAoWI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/43dhSsPn0RU/s400/IMG00024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187434932372283746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-555129943285557984?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/555129943285557984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=555129943285557984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/555129943285557984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/555129943285557984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/04/clothes.html' title='clothes'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_15JDeAoaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/4lbYRGa3vD0/s72-c/IMG00038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-7673773404687190152</id><published>2008-04-08T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:29:58.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nice song~~</title><content type='html'>beening derived of my daily doses of crazy djs (class 95, 95% class, 5% wicked Glenn, Flying Dutchman, WTS Vernetta, Jean, Yas, non-stop hits, 987 Young, Desiree, Shann and the Muttons), never-leave-me-by-a-moment-fm-receiver (really bad habit, should try getting rid of it?), I haven been getting by with min music in my life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that it happens often, music have been a huge part of me, no matter the young me who can hum the chinese songs whenever I switch on the radio (yes I am that good *smiles*) or the older me that listen to linkin park while attempting maths problem, the late teen who listen to david bedingfield and other love songs during olevels or the uni me who listen just to get people off my back (whenever I am feeling anti-social, which can be pretty much of the time)... I dont think music have left me long enough... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, I get by with youtubes...really troublesome when you need to loop the same song when you are sleeping, you have to put the lappie really close (now I sleep beside it), sometimes with older songs I have in vv (aka lappie) especiallt after fb took all my fav songs off~~ arg! I had some great songs there~~ all my current fav...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been listening to this taiwan soundtrack this couple of days.. really nice :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;风轻轻 我听见你声音 &lt;br /&gt;你对着我叮咛 要注意自己的心情 &lt;br /&gt;雨轻轻 我听见你声音 &lt;br /&gt;你拿着伞靠近 为我遮着风挡着雨 &lt;br /&gt;一点点想哭泣一点点想着你 &lt;br /&gt;你的爱很珍惜 我总依赖着你的记忆 &lt;br /&gt;你就像风在说话 &lt;br /&gt;顺着我方向 &lt;br /&gt;你就像海中的波浪 &lt;br /&gt;陪着我成长 &lt;br /&gt;我明白你的回答 温柔的对话 &lt;br /&gt;爱情其实没有办法 &lt;br /&gt;不被感动吧 我不说谎 &lt;br /&gt;雨轻轻 我听见你声音 &lt;br /&gt;你拿着伞靠近 为我遮着风挡着雨 &lt;br /&gt;一点点想哭泣一点点想着你 &lt;br /&gt;你的爱很珍惜 我总依赖着你的记忆 &lt;br /&gt;你就像风在说话 &lt;br /&gt;顺着我方向 &lt;br /&gt;你就像海中的波浪 &lt;br /&gt;陪着我成长 &lt;br /&gt;我明白你的回答 温柔的对话 &lt;br /&gt;爱情其实没有办法 &lt;br /&gt;不被感动吧 我不说谎 &lt;br /&gt;你就像风在说话 &lt;br /&gt;顺着我方向 &lt;br /&gt;你就像海中的波浪 &lt;br /&gt;陪着我成长 &lt;br /&gt;我明白你的回答 温柔的对话 &lt;br /&gt;爱情其实没有办法 &lt;br /&gt;不被感动吧 我不说谎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song... the actress who acted in the drama sang this and its really nice I personally think... sigh~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for a concert... any nice one coming along? rather, any nice cheap one coming along... *cheapskate* lol~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-7673773404687190152?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/7673773404687190152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=7673773404687190152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7673773404687190152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7673773404687190152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/04/nice-song.html' title='nice song~~'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-6616680605837340020</id><published>2008-04-07T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:54:34.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>indeed~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/njJRWTV0TBI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/njJRWTV0TBI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-6616680605837340020?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/6616680605837340020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=6616680605837340020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6616680605837340020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6616680605837340020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/04/indeed.html' title='indeed~'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-2651099698434924360</id><published>2008-04-05T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T11:25:49.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>college basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_holBJWflI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Fbr2SyOhRt8/s1600-h/CIMG0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_holBJWflI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Fbr2SyOhRt8/s400/CIMG0330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186009956089232978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camera (the lights) everywhere ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_hoXhJWfkI/AAAAAAAAAaA/UY1cvCYPGMU/s1600-h/CIMG0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_hoXhJWfkI/AAAAAAAAAaA/UY1cvCYPGMU/s400/CIMG0355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186009724160998978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flags...wish 2008 one was up there~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_hoLhJWfjI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ngqZKjOiNNs/s1600-h/CIMG0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_hoLhJWfjI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ngqZKjOiNNs/s400/CIMG0356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186009518002568754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_hn5RJWfiI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6SfHUIhzx78/s1600-h/CIMG0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_hn5RJWfiI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6SfHUIhzx78/s400/CIMG0396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186009204469956130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camera everywhere.. at a point whenever the camera went, the cheers start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_hnnBJWfhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mCzUbu01EN8/s1600-h/CIMG0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_hnnBJWfhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mCzUbu01EN8/s400/CIMG0411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186008890937343506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard to take a decent picture of anything.. tried a dozen modes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_hnMRJWfgI/AAAAAAAAAZg/OagW3DBp2A8/s1600-h/CIMG0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_hnMRJWfgI/AAAAAAAAAZg/OagW3DBp2A8/s400/CIMG0426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186008431375842818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird camera mode.. really in carolina blue aint it.. the entire stadium was essentially in blue anyways, blue bathroom doors, blue seats and cushions, blue flags hanging everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_hnABJWffI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NXOoAru6KBM/s1600-h/CIMG0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_hnABJWffI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NXOoAru6KBM/s400/CIMG0433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186008220922445298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the carolina blue ice cream~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_hm0BJWfeI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3PTrUbQTK3A/s1600-h/CIMG0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_hm0BJWfeI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3PTrUbQTK3A/s400/CIMG0441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186008014764015074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dean dome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing about sports, even if you don't play it, even if you can't understand all the rules (the fouls never make much sense to you), even if you don't have that gift to take part in the magic, even if you don't watch it being play on tv/live... it has this natural ability to make you feel this sense of belonging, to make you feel like you are part of something bigger and stronger than who you really are... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have been a proud supporter of manchester united since the treble (if you are a fan, you know when that is, if you are not, then forget it...) and it is NOT because of db.. gosh... before he was sold, I was so sick of trying to tell people that he is not the reason I like manchester... he was the reason why I noticed the team and come on, after the world cup 98 and the treble later on, it's &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt; not to know who the red devils are.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with them so much , through the best, the worst, the ugly, the disappointment, the frustration, the anxiety, the glory, the honour, the pain, the saddness. The arrival of promise(wayne, ronaldo, nani, anderson, erwin), the departure of legends (ole, roy, ruud (?), teddy, cole, yoke, peter), the blossoming of legacy (wayne, ronaldo), the disappearance of favourites (db, nicky, neville), the anger of new owners (malcolm), the speculations of retirement, the upsetting of morale, the plunging in faith, the vanishing sense of hope, the generation of hype for more silverware.. I have been through all of that and more..half way around the globe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not raised there, not seen the old trafford, not been any where near the theatre of dreams... just like how it is not all the players' boyhood dreams to play there, not the first club they have been with and yet they play with all their pride...and I support with all my might..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college basketball is some thing the US students are more interested in than the soccer.. and somehow, I think I am beginning to see why.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more I see it, the more different these 2 are.. closer to the values I hold, college basketball is (sounds like yoda for a second there... don't I...lol if you get what I mean *nudge, nudge, smile, smiles*) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that place is not just the place they play for, it is not &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; a team, it is more than that, a community, a school for the boys, &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; place they live, spent most of the time at, the place they make friends, have meals, study, have fun, practice together.. Unlike football clubs, the college means more to them in these 3/4 years.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the game review...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game ended horribly.. it was a playing catchup all along(yes since the 1st sec) there was bad defense (sometimes none to speak of) there was bad attacking (even if the nine hundredth times showed that their 3-pointers were all off, the turn overs are not working, kanas defense were much tighter and more effective, the lose balls were punishing them too heavily, the jumpshots are their best chance, the fouls are not the way to win a game, at least not against a strong, admirable team that plays rough, tough and dirty) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it was all that, not forgetting the(probably)1st in history 28 points gap (at least in NC's tournement this season), the sloppy first half and last several minutes of 2nd half..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan, but I am not blind, not in the eyes, nor in the mind or heart.. I judge, I criticise, I speak poorly of my team's performances.. but I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; give up on them, never lose my faith in them, never lose hope, never abandon them nor ditch them in troubled times.. because I know the team I chose to fall in love with and support is more than that.. we crawled our way back from the 1st half to a really close 4 points gap.. but could never get close enough to kill the game eventually.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sad, disappointing and the atmosphere was immediate.. those who left early, the dejected that slowly streamed out of the dean's dome, the angry shouting afterwards.. it is heart-wrenching to say the least, like all loss are... but we win some, we lose some, just that some losses are worst, more heavily penalty than others, more heart breaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it must be harder on the players.. cause we cursed, we swore, we blamed, we cried at the injust, shouted at the fouls, cheered at the goals, grinced at the lack of defense.. and they? they are right in the middle of all of these... and it must be hard on individuals like hansbrough, green and ginyard.. to have it all, to earn all the credits, the praise, the tropheys, the mvps, the cheers and yet lose in the big games, to not win the vital match, to not be able to celebrate the ulitmate glory as a player with his team.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like how roy, ole, scholes, beckham, giggs never won with their country, just like how zidane never got that world cup in his last year...all great players have that moment of anguish.. but I wish only the best for the boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to go watch some clips of man u matches so i dont get too upset... need something to cheer me up... other than a finance project or problem set..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-2651099698434924360?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/2651099698434924360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=2651099698434924360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2651099698434924360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2651099698434924360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/04/college-basketball.html' title='college basketball'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_holBJWflI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Fbr2SyOhRt8/s72-c/CIMG0330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-4860043564161699154</id><published>2008-04-03T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:17:23.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>talk.. talks..talking....talked...</title><content type='html'>lol~~ went for the J&amp;J CEO Mr. William Wheldon talk and hear him speak about the company's credo.. was mildly impressed as I always lean towards P&amp;G when it comes to the retail consumer group companies.. but J&amp;J is part of many childhood and it is a great place I think, especially with its extensive R&amp;D arm and all.. a great place to work for, especially after apparently a zillion interviews with the staff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met cloe and kim, was very happy to see them.. they are very generous, telling me that we need to exchange address before we leave cause we may visit each other one of these days... call us, they say, even if its 10 years down the road...lol~~ had a great reception at the forbidden dining hall( cause apparently lots of seniors, till now, didn't realise that they can go in for events and all..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decide to skip Pilate's class (my fav!!) to go for another talk with the girls... they have a korean american guy (kelvin han) who is in the kenan-flagler investment club and they have invited Morgan Stanley NY branch people to come down for a talk.. it was great opportunity, not one you get everyday so I was glad I went.. learn so much from the talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people are from the equity research analysis arm of MS and they were great.. their job sounds totally cool but once again, if you are not interested in investment banking, private banking or wealth management, the career office apparently takes you as invisible.. (there are just too much emphasis on these areas that the rest are naturally neglected..) there are hardly any marketing or even in this case an aspect of the financial institution.. man.. it's going to be an uphill battle.. but what's life without some struggle. challenge and battle wound right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_VyaBJWfdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Wsq4qURodvU/s1600-h/CIMG0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_VyaBJWfdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Wsq4qURodvU/s400/CIMG0293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185176337296817618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, might as well put this up.. the picture of my dessert (usually I will only get one slice each time I visit the cafe~) sis: just to make you drool.. one is the cheesecake stick (the cafe has the best cheesecake... the other cakes are not as good) and the other one is the lemon pie.. nice but very sweet.. I love the crust and all~~ and decide not to take the huge part of the cream and lemon pudding like stuff~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_VxqRJWfcI/AAAAAAAAAZA/RW_4nxXpvQ8/s1600-h/CIMG0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_VxqRJWfcI/AAAAAAAAAZA/RW_4nxXpvQ8/s400/CIMG0318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185175516958064066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the MS people... I managed to get the girl's name card and the rest contact number as well but they are probably too busy to &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; reply me.. oh wells~~ one of the guy look soooo much like Michael Vartan, the cute CIA agent from the teevee show &lt;em&gt;Alias&lt;/em&gt; (see I told you, I have watched like all the American tv shows that Channel 5 ever aired at some point in time... sigh~~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_Vw0hJWfbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-OidLfVQhx4/s1600-h/CIMG0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_Vw0hJWfbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-OidLfVQhx4/s400/CIMG0309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185174593540095410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the forbidden dining hall.. if you see carefully, there is a painting of a hunted deer at the end... apparently it was more bloody when it was first painted, with the deer's gut all out and exposed... the painter wanted to portray the real hunting experience (in a dining hall no less~~) but Mrs Kenan-Flagler took one look and asked the painter to alter it... so the deer's gut are all "sew up" but you can still see the difference in colour of the deer~~ (as told by my global marketing and consumer behavior professor didow~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_VwdRJWfaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/eSJ7FpKHO3I/s1600-h/CIMG0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_VwdRJWfaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/eSJ7FpKHO3I/s400/CIMG0305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185174194108136866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great reception! I didn't even have to get other stuff for dinner... that's white wine I think.. but not really my cup of tea.. I am still a tiger girl~ the finger food are great though~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_VwIRJWfZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UTpsF3Yzk0E/s1600-h/CIMG0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_VwIRJWfZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UTpsF3Yzk0E/s400/CIMG0299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185173833330883986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wheldon talking.. :) he is rather impressive, worked in MS as well~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well~~ will put up McColl (aka kenan-flagler building name) next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-4860043564161699154?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/4860043564161699154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=4860043564161699154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/4860043564161699154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/4860043564161699154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/04/talk-talkstalkingtalked.html' title='talk.. talks..talking....talked...'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_VyaBJWfdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Wsq4qURodvU/s72-c/CIMG0293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-5271743626444111004</id><published>2008-04-01T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:05:23.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_J8TBJWfYI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Tr7vXxaF-20/s1600-h/IMG00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_J8TBJWfYI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Tr7vXxaF-20/s400/IMG00003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184342787223879042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Epili Sagar, Laura Chiu, Jane Ng and me.. I recalled Epili saying what a girlie frame this was... this was taken just after we presented the 1st time and was waiting for the results.. :) what memories.. I was on the same flight back with Epili and what a good company he was! slept throughout and we only talked during the waiting period... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rem my first post on this webbie is about the texas trip... sigh how time has passed... if texas was on the exchange list, given what has happened there.. I would have gone to UT... I miss texas, just like how I will miss UNC (more!) when I leave on the 13th May... Sigh.. never saw much of Texas beyond the 5th ave and the courtyard hotel but it is a pleasant place to be in, large space, huge lands and nice buildings (not tooo tall one though, my hotel was the highest in the neighbourhood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little reminiscing cause I just received an email informing us the the NUS Mcgill team is 2nd place!! WE rock!! (1st place is difficult cause we won last year and there is an unwritten rule that the same school dont usually get 1st place 2 consecutive years) and one of the teammate from texas is on the team... I emailed to congrats him and he wrote back fast saying he " have been so lucky to be part of the two teams that performed the best this year in case competitions"( I am on one of that team!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told him of my plan to go for loreal next.. hopefully he will be interested as well? lol he is a great asset the case study, fast thinker, good debater and a great teammate to have, great fun, lots of jokes. I think we are a great team :) and as I told him, one thing that I always say about my texas trip is that I have good team mates.. it don't mean we see eye to eye all the time. but we dont waste time arguing, fighting among ourselves (heard some teams that collaborate well in practice did &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt; in the real competition... what a waste~) we respect each other, make time for fun, joke around, didnt take offense and just soak in the moment and have lots of fun! We may not all know each other... the 2 girls knew each other (they went to UT together and was delighted to go back there~~ I know I would) but the rest are all new faces... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being happy to be selected on the team and being so strange to the new faces.. took a few meeting and kinda overnight practices to get use to each other and start joking around...we were most comfortable during the actual competition~~ 60 crazy hours, 50+ on thinking about our idea, 2 hours(?) on the actual ppt slides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh hope to meet them soon.. the 2 girls are graduating soon~~ We dont talk much after the case but I hope to see them around.. It is fun while it last and like what the instructor said in his first practice.. Is it important that you have chemistry and click really well in a team? To which, I answered, as long as we all have our eyes on the goal (to do well after spending so much effort on practicing, spending a week before school close for the final exams, we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to go there and achieve something), we will get there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-5271743626444111004?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/5271743626444111004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=5271743626444111004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5271743626444111004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5271743626444111004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/04/texas.html' title='texas'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_J8TBJWfYI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Tr7vXxaF-20/s72-c/IMG00003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-3119060147625521234</id><published>2008-03-31T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:58:06.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_HAuRJWfXI/AAAAAAAAAYY/bA9Y2-zLCDM/s1600-h/IMG00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_HAuRJWfXI/AAAAAAAAAYY/bA9Y2-zLCDM/s400/IMG00012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184136547189292402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another event... took the flyer from the table with stickers... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_G-9hJWfWI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/czdY0vn7EfY/s1600-h/CIMG0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_G-9hJWfWI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/czdY0vn7EfY/s400/CIMG0423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184134610159041890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some supporters who follow her in her stops in NC? she mentioned she see some familiar faces in the crowds.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_G-0RJWfVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/uMUOm3uFmDM/s1600-h/CIMG0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_G-0RJWfVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/uMUOm3uFmDM/s400/CIMG0361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184134451245251922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the posters she was pointing to when she reminded everyone the time to vote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_G-ohJWfUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/f0CfoDYeOgE/s1600-h/CIMG0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_G-ohJWfUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/f0CfoDYeOgE/s400/CIMG0333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184134249381788994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got 2! this was chloe's btw.. I took mine before I left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am glad that I came to the event cause it's not everyday you get to see politics up close and personal.. was commending to my friend that it's the best time to be in NC.. what with the NCAA tournament (my teammates were in UT when they won NCAA football and they said the street went wild... I am seriously thinking of going to the union to watch the game UNC vs Kanas.. may be packed but should be fun), the 5th year in Iraq (apparently NC is a state concerned about military as there are a huge number in the army... like how Iowa is concerned about NAFTA, NC is apparently big on Iraq), the spring after the credit/mortgage crisis (so that the prof have just enough time to incorporate into the syllabus), the election and how NC has become more important than usual... it is always good to head to the US for exchange but now the best place to be in exchange got to be NC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she made an effort to connect with the students, as part of the young woman voters (she says at 28, she may be older than most but nevertheless, she is part of the group) but she seems really tired at the start.. enthusiastic level wasn't up though the thoughtful public speaking PR tactics were still visible. the eye contact, the small jokes, the 'gosh' whenever she had to pick a question from the floor, the exclamation that a question was a good one/one not asked before ( in response to the question is a vote for hilary a vote for bill, she said she heard that often but never quite like that/ his [the person who posted the question] words, not mine)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she really does believe in her mother's campaign (not just because she is my mother").. she was excellent with the facts, energy statistics 9she spent a good amount on that), the in-depth research, the detailed but somehow lack of focus (tired maybe?) answers.. nevertheless impressive with the number game she tosses out.. I mean, she must have field thousands of such questions all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the idea of a universal health plan (and her story of how a sick and pregnant woman, as told by the sheriff in one of the states she and her mother been to, died because she was unable to afford insurance of the hospital fees 2 times in a week..) and the of economic independence so that at least it means the US has the moral voice to oppose their creditors of their blotchy human rights, IP issues.. I like the idea of a ready-to-lead-from-day1 commander in chief, the idea of lessening oil reliance (on mid east, former soviet union) , of developing green industry (solar but not nuclear which "everyone wants but not in their own backyard" ) even though friedman's doubts, I am not sure anyone will be able to obtain anywhere near what he has envisioned... (challenges in that industry seems insurmountable).. I like the idea of ending the genocide on Darfur, the awareness to Sudan, the push of diplomatic policies in all the countries in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am nor sure about the the Iraq pull-out, the determination to come home now, the lack of time line for energy plan for the 10 cities ( it "depends upon the scientists, not the idealists") except for the 2025 (I think?) time limit.. I am not sure about her flip-flop stand on NAFTA (maybe it's &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; politics) the vote for hilary=vote for clinton.. some one commended that she wasn't sure about the seemingly changing campaign stand, from being experienced to about change (to which she seems to fumble and say abit clumsily that to her the campaign is not changing, it is about the stand towards issue and the rest doesn't matter, what it is most important is the issues, a great answer btw...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure about the seemingly lack of economic reforms, the engagement of SEA (what I am most concerned about) and not just China, India or Taiwan so I am not sure if I am ready to be a volunteer yet.. the image of I am an independent woman contrast too greatly with the endorsement from her husband, the strong backing from him... he may be too good an asset to give up but there must be a way for them to tap on his popularity but not be seen like they are too reliant... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chelsea too a great stand though, a strong one on finding out more about who to vote for ( and ultimately to vote instead of being passive) from the debates and websites... and her stand to criticize President Bush seems to coincide with her dad's ( he went as far as not talking about Obama at all) and mum's decision to target their harsh words to "outsiders" rather than suffer backslash from supporters that do not like inter-party spats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as she was pulling votes for her mother, she was raising awareness that everyone eligible can make a choice and a difference by voting... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see Senator Barack Obama before I leave.. I want to hear him inspire me, just like how Eve inspire me (mentioned how she did her best to get people to come down and the sale of her tees by student body vice president Mike Tarrant)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-3119060147625521234?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/3119060147625521234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=3119060147625521234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3119060147625521234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3119060147625521234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-thoughts.html' title='after thoughts'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_HAuRJWfXI/AAAAAAAAAYY/bA9Y2-zLCDM/s72-c/IMG00012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-3421111655642261381</id><published>2008-03-31T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:03:11.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GlzBJWfGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/QJdHWFpARnA/s1600-h/CIMG0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184106941979720802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GlzBJWfGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/QJdHWFpARnA/s400/CIMG0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;siyng and chelesa clinton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;posted by siying HEHE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-3421111655642261381?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/3421111655642261381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=3421111655642261381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3421111655642261381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3421111655642261381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/03/siyng-and-chelesa-clinton-posted-by.html' title=''/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GlzBJWfGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/QJdHWFpARnA/s72-c/CIMG0578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-1624326253687858990</id><published>2008-03-31T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:01:06.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinton Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GvNhJWfTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/vdsESzy_MVU/s1600-h/CIMG0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GvNhJWfTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/vdsESzy_MVU/s400/CIMG0575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184117292850904370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she took like tons of pictures with everyone, some requested for a hug (which she says in surprise that "hugs are always good") and this lady took many good pictures of Ms Chelsea with her PDA phone... nice tech~~ someone commented that she must be sick of taking so many pictures (which was why I was rather hesitate to take one with her... the poor girl must have taken enough to last a life time) but she smiled and says something in the line of liking to take them as you get to meet interesting people (referring to one guy who came in a pirate hat) truth be told, she was more friendly and more energized during the short meeting session than she was on stage... especially in the initial stages when you can see she is really tired... her voice was flat and her answers were all number games rather than what she believed in.. in the later stages she seems better but caught a glimpse of her rubbing her forehead.. man she has been campaigning hard... a one person even turned into a family affair... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GueBJWfSI/AAAAAAAAAXw/4FxNr5gbelE/s1600-h/CIMG0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GueBJWfSI/AAAAAAAAAXw/4FxNr5gbelE/s400/CIMG0565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184116476807118114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at her left, clinton campaign senior advisor (if i dont recall wrongly).. a cute girl from the university paper (hmm DTH maybe?) was wanting to ask her how she enjoys NC/Chapel Hill and he answered on her behalf as she was busy taking photos with us.. his reply was that she is enjoying herself (what else?) and has been to many NC cities and how it has been a great experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GuLxJWfRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/SH_YRZoC7nc/s1600-h/CIMG0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GuLxJWfRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/SH_YRZoC7nc/s400/CIMG0576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184116163274505490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_Gt2BJWfQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9CGpGNBGR0k/s1600-h/CIMG0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_Gt2BJWfQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9CGpGNBGR0k/s400/CIMG0334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184115789612350722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd before the start...it was raining, else it would have been beautiful to do it in the Pit... so the cafe was busting at the start...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GtvhJWfPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/loI3RKlSaqQ/s1600-h/CIMG0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GtvhJWfPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/loI3RKlSaqQ/s400/CIMG0561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184115677943201010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GtMxJWfOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/LwpqUrIBqxM/s1600-h/CIMG0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GtMxJWfOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/LwpqUrIBqxM/s400/CIMG0552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184115080942746850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got closer to the stage as the time passed and people leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GsghJWfNI/AAAAAAAAAXI/F1spOo7_YFA/s1600-h/CIMG0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GsghJWfNI/AAAAAAAAAXI/F1spOo7_YFA/s400/CIMG0473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184114320733535442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can see, thats the girl with the poster saying something like there is a question here...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GsNRJWfMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ELhOQf41ZVI/s1600-h/CIMG0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GsNRJWfMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ELhOQf41ZVI/s400/CIMG0469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184113990021053634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second storey was packed as well, there was even a mic to allow people to ask questions from there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GrbxJWfLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/R5Dic5TRPvU/s1600-h/CIMG0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GrbxJWfLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/R5Dic5TRPvU/s400/CIMG0405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184113139617529010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was around at 2+ it wasnt too crowded, when I rushed in at just over 3, it was packed... the event was supposed to start at 3.15 but was delayed for an hour cause her flight was delayed..she came in from Peace College from Raleigh (http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5j_-7rQ1pPFlgZWWuy5mNXJX_Ff-QD8VOMVT02) which is usually travelled to by car rather than a plane....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GqsxJWfKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/B-a1jBxTgXU/s1600-h/CIMG0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GqsxJWfKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/B-a1jBxTgXU/s400/CIMG0381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184112332163677346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current vice president of student body, who talked about how Eve tried her best to get political people to come over in anticipation of the NC primary which "is important, for once"..lol in his hands is a Eve's tee, with Eve's dance party in front and The world's our dance floor (i think) on the back... very pretty, wish I know who is benefiting from the sale of the tee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GptxJWfJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LVzXRx-OrDA/s1600-h/CIMG0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GptxJWfJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LVzXRx-OrDA/s400/CIMG0345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184111249831918738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with the crazy guy standing in front of us. I am only good with taking pictures of myself, with more than one person in the frame, I have problems, which is why you cant see me (well you can if you look really closely...lol at the right hand side...lol)he was talking with his friends and he noticed we were taking pictures, so he came to join us.. funny guy, name's seth I think, from listening to his group of friends making liberal jokes ( as in stereotypical liberals jokes... lol .. not that I know any but I can understand the sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_Go2xJWfII/AAAAAAAAAWg/VkAQOMwj-24/s1600-h/CIMG0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_Go2xJWfII/AAAAAAAAAWg/VkAQOMwj-24/s400/CIMG0342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184110304939113602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and cloe (from Seoul, Korean University- she is very nice, suggesting that we should get together for dinner/lunch some time soon before we all leave UNC, she even offer to let me stay in her house if I am to visit Seoul *smiles* I, on the other hand, offered to take her around Singapore if she comes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GohRJWfHI/AAAAAAAAAWY/F_aGXCtZ0fw/s1600-h/CIMG0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GohRJWfHI/AAAAAAAAAWY/F_aGXCtZ0fw/s400/CIMG0346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184109935571926130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tar heels voice entertaining us with 3 songs (I only recognise the 1st song, Everything by Buble, the other 2 are nice church-y songs *smiles*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies, allow me to gush for a while.... lol.. I was wondering when will they come.. finally they did... well as close as it gets I think.. may prefer his dad(?) but she was cool as well... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a total coinciding that I saw she will be coming.. I was seeking shelter from the rain just minutes from my economic class and decided to go to the undergrad lib (sis: the one you all been too). was in the bathroom (gosh I have so much trouble calling the toilet bathroom)and was looking at the posters pasted on the door (they have to most interesting events pasted on the door~~ and I saw Chelsea Clinton event in the Pit on the 31st March... and I was like isn't that over? How come I didnt see that poster before (mind you, I visit the undergrad lib often, if not for the nice sofa, the computers.. and also the bathroom often too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I realise it's today!hohoho.. I knew I should have took that cammie (camera) this morning! ( I was actually staring at it, wondering if I should take it or not, decided there was no need to) sigh shoot myself on the foot... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so had my quiz, met my teammate (who is a super cheer leader in our famous basketball team, she travels with the teams to the games.. ie she gets prime seats to the games~~) for a while to discuss how to tackle a case with no questions...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a quickie lunch (like in 10 minutes, cleared a plate of rice, mac and cheese and coleslaw.. super american stuff oh..and a pizza) and took like 10minutes to walk all the way back to my dorm to get the camera.. and sammie (ie my spore cell with a camera so I have some pictures there as well when I am back) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did I mention I do believe its the start of the rainy season here in chapel hill so I was never dry the entire day? heavy rain, small drizzle, sunny showers, cloudy and dark downpour.. all in a day ~~ dramatic (such a understatement)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-1624326253687858990?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/1624326253687858990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=1624326253687858990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1624326253687858990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1624326253687858990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/03/clinton-campaign.html' title='Clinton Campaign'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_GvNhJWfTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/vdsESzy_MVU/s72-c/CIMG0575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-9056263574809700540</id><published>2008-03-30T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:58:50.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>revision~~ sort of..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_A0ExJWfEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/aqnfR9YvCtg/s1600-h/IMG00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_A0ExJWfEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/aqnfR9YvCtg/s400/IMG00009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183700427620121666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_AzzhJWfDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wX5sPVee-hQ/s1600-h/IMG00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_AzzhJWfDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wX5sPVee-hQ/s400/IMG00010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183700131267378226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures of revision session at the student union.. could be more efficient if I hadn't been sitting at the sofa near the huge flat screen tv showing kanas and davidson game... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun though, to see them root for davidson... in Jacobs said cause "[davidson] is a tiny college, should always support the underdog" or as Yong Tae(I do think that's how you spell it cause he is korean and 28, with a black korean girlfriend who works as a personnel that test the waters in Raleigh~~ who I inferred from the boys' conversation is the daughter of a professor in UNC) says they are rooting also probably because Davidson may be a easier rival to win over to get into the NCAA March Maddness Finals.. No harm, to alway let others get rid of the difficult opportants for you.. after all, I am alway on the lookout for Liverpool to whip arsenal, chelsea to be whip by others too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, with all the distractions, moans/groans/cheers and not forgetting the idle chat in between, I think it was a good study session.. definitely looking forward to my next one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_A2-BJWfFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DsesjNN2L4s/s1600-h/img10749724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_A2-BJWfFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DsesjNN2L4s/s400/img10749724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183703610190888018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Curry of Davidson walks off defeated here, but is still recognized as the region's outstanding player. (courtesy of NCAA webbie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-9056263574809700540?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/9056263574809700540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=9056263574809700540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/9056263574809700540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/9056263574809700540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/03/revision-sort-of.html' title='revision~~ sort of..'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R_A0ExJWfEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/aqnfR9YvCtg/s72-c/IMG00009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-6880001973517323792</id><published>2008-03-28T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:53:25.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adventure is a life well lived, adventure is the humble search for truth, the compassionate love of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the choice to be excellent, to be excellent with a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study hard and work hard. Play hard, keep an open mind. Take pride in yourself, in your school, in what you produce and the way you help others. If you make a mistake, make sure you learn from it and never give up. Stay strong to the finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be that... and more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-6880001973517323792?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/6880001973517323792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=6880001973517323792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6880001973517323792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6880001973517323792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/03/study-hard-and-work-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-1162718138503592064</id><published>2008-03-28T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:45:58.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part I, II, III, IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DkhNT3IhlpQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DkhNT3IhlpQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OGSc01gmWBc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OGSc01gmWBc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pWkPAWcrwRo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pWkPAWcrwRo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/piYrXC7Vt2U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/piYrXC7Vt2U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-1162718138503592064?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/1162718138503592064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=1162718138503592064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1162718138503592064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/1162718138503592064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-i.html' title='part I, II, III, IV'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-4132811463391458191</id><published>2008-03-28T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:02:27.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know it when the signs are here... (no no I am not talking about mopping the floor though the same can be said about &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; as well...) you know when the clothes are disappearing... (*shrugs* girls are good with match-and-wear, we will get by with the limited amount of clothes we have, the years of mathematical application of permutations and combinations are really handy by now)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know it even as you try to hid the growing piles in the closet, behind the huge luggage, away from sight (what you don't see, you don't know)... but &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;... you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when the inevitable is coming when the socks are missing... and in cold days, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; just does it... (in warmer days, I still have to think of my pilates classes, I kinda like wearing socks during classes, but that can be tricky when I am wearing my heels... hmm does that mean the inevitable comes later *smiles*)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know it when it's laundry day... sigh... 2 weeks worth of clothing and I can't push it back any longer... (2 weeks is usually the max, 1 if I have to do the bedsheets and all...) and since I don't have a room mate ( I have suite mates that watch teevee from 3am till 7am and who comes in &lt;em&gt;loudly&lt;/em&gt; at 4.16am.. I think that is enough, thank you very much~~lol), I will carry the backbreaking bags of clothes myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually not as bad as it sounds..Lots of things aren't... It's the idea that puts you off, more than the doing.. Mind you, I am not saying laundry is all fun...though I was really looking forward to doing laundry when I first came (I even did it once every week!) but after a while, it kind of take too long (too many trips ) and really, who have all the time to keep running up and down every week when once every 2 weeks does just fine :) oh... word of caution... take everything you need, you don't want to keep running up and down just to get your detergent or OneCard (aka cashcard) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many friends I know put off laundry day as far as they can (both here and those international students back in Singapore) and if you have a room mate, you have double the laundry (of course double the hands as well) and it can get pretty messy without the laundry bag, whose socks, whose shirt.. whose really counting~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw another guy trying to stuff god-knows-how-long-worth-of-clothes in his mega huge boxing size laundry bag after toasting (that's what I like to call the dryer...) mind you, it's not those limply boxing bag, it's literally those that you can practice boxing with... wish I had my camera with me.. but I may not take a picture even then... might get hit in the face, especially with the amount of practice he could have had..lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighz... the small things that matters... clean clothes, good food,you really get to take care of yourself here.. it's nice. more than nice, it's fulfilling, like living :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2nzRJWe5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/GMW6ifZ-6WI/s1600-h/CIMG0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2nzRJWe5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/GMW6ifZ-6WI/s400/CIMG0294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182983245391100818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messy pile in closet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2nlhJWe4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/50BJufUSsMY/s1600-h/CIMG0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2nlhJWe4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/50BJufUSsMY/s400/CIMG0293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182983009167899522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messy pile on floor... (mum: this is just today's laundry, I don't pile them up on the floor on normal day~~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2oLxJWe6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/NU9l1JiqLjs/s1600-h/CIMG0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2oLxJWe6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/NU9l1JiqLjs/s400/CIMG0296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182983666297895842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fabric softener (courtesy of Mrs Terry, Scott's mum) it's super pleasant-smelling, not only my clothes but somehow I keep smelling them all over the place too.. but it's nice, to wear clothes that smell fresh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2osRJWe7I/AAAAAAAAAU4/FXnrCSb_3bw/s1600-h/CIMG0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2osRJWe7I/AAAAAAAAAU4/FXnrCSb_3bw/s400/CIMG0301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182984224643644338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed and all ready to go! It's is definitely heavier than it looks... but luckily I live one the 2nd storey.. so the long walk can only get that long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;2 hours ++ and many trips later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-28lBJWe8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/uf3XvDBS-eQ/s1600-h/CIMG0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-28lBJWe8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/uf3XvDBS-eQ/s400/CIMG0310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183006090322148290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laundry room... (toaster area, littered with dried fabric softener)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-283hJWe9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/deSU131Nx7o/s1600-h/CIMG0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-283hJWe9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/deSU131Nx7o/s400/CIMG0311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183006408149728210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laundry room with teevee.. for those bored of waiting~~ I actually watched my first live grey's here.. (but come to think of it, it is most probably a re-runs, heaven knows how long the strike was~~ finally my &lt;em&gt;bones&lt;/em&gt; will up on april again!!)&lt;br /&gt;the one with the door open (machine 13) is usually the one I use :)&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-291RJWfBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/z03ynSUb7IM/s1600-h/CIMG0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-291RJWfBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/z03ynSUb7IM/s400/CIMG0319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183007469006650386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-29thJWfAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/sHj2qKOWqPc/s1600-h/CIMG0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-29thJWfAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/sHj2qKOWqPc/s400/CIMG0318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183007335862664194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-29nxJWe_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/OovP0qh3uqM/s1600-h/CIMG0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-29nxJWe_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/OovP0qh3uqM/s400/CIMG0317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183007237078416370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-29hBJWe-I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9y9tLF84oLA/s1600-h/CIMG0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-29hBJWe-I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9y9tLF84oLA/s400/CIMG0315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183007121114299362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da-dah!! fresh, slightly damp (you have to toast it 2 times for it to be drier but really beside wasting 2 quarters and more trips and time, all you end up is elastic clothes.. I rather dry them myself thank you very much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2-UhJWfCI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_oIzLFg7SV0/s1600-h/CIMG0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2-UhJWfCI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_oIzLFg7SV0/s400/CIMG0321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183008005877562402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empty laundry bag... ah.. what bliss~~ until next time... &lt;br /&gt;(sigh the next time is in a week's time, my sheets are due next~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-4132811463391458191?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/4132811463391458191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=4132811463391458191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/4132811463391458191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/4132811463391458191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know-it-when-sighs-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2nzRJWe5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/GMW6ifZ-6WI/s72-c/CIMG0294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-8872927262684595303</id><published>2008-03-28T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T18:07:07.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sping, spring, spring ..it's SPRING! SPRING TIME~~</title><content type='html'>by popular demand from my sis...heheheh..this is the spring in UNC... one day, the trees are bare, the next flowers are blooming, covering them in the sweetest pink shades or purest white, the next day when you are rushing to get to class in 15 minutes (from HJ to kenan-flagler), you suddenly realise the trees are green! the flowers have silently fall off on the walkway, and when the cool wind blows, the roads are all full of petals (really really tiny white/pink ones that look like snow or stylefoam...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring is amazing... suzzane was telling me that in autumn, the orange trees looks really cool.. they turn from green to orange before the leaves all fall off to make way for freezing winter... but I think I fancy spring more... it's resemble life, vitality and heaven knows, we need more here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring! it makes you feel so good, the days are longer (always better!), the sky are brighter.. the clouds fluff-ier(finally the droughts situation are getting better!! weee~~ longer baths! just in time for hotter spring!), blue sky (the sky is always nice and blue but really in colder times, you don’t want to freeze your socks off just to admire the sky...all you can think of really is getting to a warmer building..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quads (aka the Polk place, where dad and mum saw the dogs fighting, aka the fields) are totally packed with people! really packed. I so need to get more pictures of the area .. and also the other famous UNC spring hang out place!! :) been wanting to get to the parks, walkways and field forever~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways here are some spring pictures... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2RKxJWe0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zB291XDCS-A/s1600-h/CIMG0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2RKxJWe0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zB291XDCS-A/s400/CIMG0392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182958360350587714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the 2nd level... HJ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2QvxJWezI/AAAAAAAAAT4/WPQ5t81Sdnk/s1600-h/CIMG0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2QvxJWezI/AAAAAAAAAT4/WPQ5t81Sdnk/s400/CIMG0384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182957896494119730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one the first thing I will see when I step out the dorm.. :) yellow pretty flowers.. on scrubs.. sigh .....spring &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; really here~~ to think a few days ago its still hugging-your-blanket-cold... you never get this at home~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2QgRJWeyI/AAAAAAAAATw/cOE3n9u48K4/s1600-h/CIMG0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2QgRJWeyI/AAAAAAAAATw/cOE3n9u48K4/s400/CIMG0390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182957630206147362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunset~ the days are &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; getting longer~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2PExJWexI/AAAAAAAAATo/EwwCYunyzdk/s1600-h/CIMG0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2PExJWexI/AAAAAAAAATo/EwwCYunyzdk/s400/CIMG0383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182956058248117010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view of the business school (on top the hill.. I like to think it's like a castle like building...)super near my dorm, except for the huge open space car park and 6 storey high indoor car park that I have to cross gosh~~ (I like to play the game of guessing the brand of the car whenever I walk through them every Tuesday and Thursday.. am getting better and better at recognising the symbol~~)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and &lt;em&gt;you know &lt;/em&gt;when it's game day.. the area is packed with cars (sis, there is actually a use/need for such a huge carpark!!) and there are orange traffic cones everywhere.. and everyone is walking down in Carolina Blue, with cute blue heels stickers on their cheeks while you are walking back up to your dorm...I am soo going to miss the basketball season.. so soak it in while it last~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2O4RJWewI/AAAAAAAAATg/0z-1Yiv7vS4/s1600-h/CIMG0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2O4RJWewI/AAAAAAAAATg/0z-1Yiv7vS4/s400/CIMG0381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182955843499752194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the road to dorm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2OZBJWevI/AAAAAAAAATY/KZbl-xpSnkc/s1600-h/CIMG0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2OZBJWevI/AAAAAAAAATY/KZbl-xpSnkc/s400/CIMG0377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182955306628840178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the trees to bloom...dorm sweet dorm~~ I dont usually go through via the main door cause it’s not where my room is located but I need to go through there when I am expecting mail( thanks aunt for the sweet postcard!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2OPRJWeuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/UtgBhwPV7Bg/s1600-h/CIMG0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2OPRJWeuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/UtgBhwPV7Bg/s400/CIMG0375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182955139125115618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2OGRJWetI/AAAAAAAAATI/M4ZCDCcWr0c/s1600-h/CIMG0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2OGRJWetI/AAAAAAAAATI/M4ZCDCcWr0c/s400/CIMG0371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182954984506292946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2NhxJWesI/AAAAAAAAATA/SUGpv3sWSzM/s1600-h/CIMG0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2NhxJWesI/AAAAAAAAATA/SUGpv3sWSzM/s400/CIMG0368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182954357441067714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turing the corner to dorm, with the short cut~~ where flowers bloom and where you stand in the cold when the fire alarm ring at 10am on a Saturday or 12 midnight on a Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2NDRJWerI/AAAAAAAAAS4/BenrD_fctus/s1600-h/CIMG0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2NDRJWerI/AAAAAAAAAS4/BenrD_fctus/s400/CIMG0364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182953833455057586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way back~~ HJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2MJhJWeqI/AAAAAAAAASw/bE5Ify6-c5g/s1600-h/CIMG0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2MJhJWeqI/AAAAAAAAASw/bE5Ify6-c5g/s400/CIMG0362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182952841317612194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way back... the dorm opposite mine.. looks really like an apartment doesn't it? HJ may not have these, being old and cranky and all.. but it’s the best...! happening.. ALL the time.. whether you like it or not..lol.. I am alr looking forward to Sat when NCCA Elite Eight starts at 9pm.. gosh I hope my friends dont organise the revision session then... I want to be in HJ to hear the shoutings! *smiles* (GO TAR HEELS~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2LixJWepI/AAAAAAAAASo/uhzonSE5tl8/s1600-h/CIMG0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2LixJWepI/AAAAAAAAASo/uhzonSE5tl8/s400/CIMG0358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182952175597681298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flowers~~ near the building you have to go to to settle your bills.. opps I think I clocked a dollar bill for a library book cause I totally didn’t realise I had it with me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2K4RJWeoI/AAAAAAAAASg/vB-5p1LiAKI/s1600-h/CIMG0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2K4RJWeoI/AAAAAAAAASg/vB-5p1LiAKI/s400/CIMG0341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182951445453240962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2UChJWe3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/Q97ep9CFPVY/s1600-h/CIMG0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2UChJWe3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/Q97ep9CFPVY/s400/CIMG0340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182961517151550322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful area near the kenan stadium and where my dinners are usually at..(Rams Head..lol) and and also where my fabulous Pilates challenge class is at... every Wednesday 7.15-8.15... always come out feeling I have work out alot~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2I8xJWemI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZvRNgi54wEY/s1600-h/CIMG0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2I8xJWemI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZvRNgi54wEY/s400/CIMG0338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182949323739396706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of the kenan memorial stadium... named after the philanthropist Mary Lily Kenan Flagler and her husband, Henry Morrison Flagler (I believe) who donated lots to UNC. Many buliding are named after them, Kenan-Flagler Business School, the Kenan Football Center and all... :) will try and get her protrait in business school next time... &lt;br /&gt;in case you can’t see it (like sis~~) it says TURN IT CAROLINA BLUE. they want the entire stadium to be in Carolina Blue when they are games~~ they started handing out shirts that says Turn &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; Carolina blue on game day at the stadium.. super cool~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2IpxJWelI/AAAAAAAAASI/wbqdINgi2ZI/s1600-h/CIMG0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2IpxJWelI/AAAAAAAAASI/wbqdINgi2ZI/s400/CIMG0337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182948997321882194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new navy heels with white petals on the walkway (on the way to Rams Head aka cafe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2RmxJWe1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/rkid31Wjmpk/s1600-h/CIMG0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2RmxJWe1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/rkid31Wjmpk/s400/CIMG0295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182958841386924882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis: my new sitting/sleeping place... lol super comfy sofa on the 2nd level of undergrad lib.. the area outside the lib is getting pretty.. will take more next time k ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-8872927262684595303?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/8872927262684595303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=8872927262684595303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/8872927262684595303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/8872927262684595303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/03/sping-spring-spring-its-spring-spring.html' title='sping, spring, spring ..it&apos;s SPRING! SPRING TIME~~'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-2RKxJWe0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zB291XDCS-A/s72-c/CIMG0392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-3873884358417770566</id><published>2008-03-21T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:09:17.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more more more~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P5uRJWekI/AAAAAAAAASA/CiAlEPji5yk/s1600-h/CIMG0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P5uRJWekI/AAAAAAAAASA/CiAlEPji5yk/s400/CIMG0475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180258569678125634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 9...Scott's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P5YRJWejI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zWZuVAVVJq4/s1600-h/CIMG0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P5YRJWejI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zWZuVAVVJq4/s400/CIMG0477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180258191721003570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 9, last day in wilmington.. on the way back :) outside scott's house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P48xJWeiI/AAAAAAAAARw/WKAiYnhrN1w/s1600-h/CIMG0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P48xJWeiI/AAAAAAAAARw/WKAiYnhrN1w/s400/CIMG0440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180257719274600994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 8 of spring break... back at wilmington... with my v fall-looking dress in Ashley High School (4 years) where Scott, Pearlie(middle name as oppose to first name of Scott's sister, named after her grandma..) and Suzy's high school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P4cBJWehI/AAAAAAAAARo/MDoNjhMHePw/s1600-h/CIMG0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P4cBJWehI/AAAAAAAAARo/MDoNjhMHePw/s400/CIMG0385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180257156633885202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3, last day in washinton.. on the way back from Rosslyn metro back to Inn of Rosslyn.. :) this was near the place we ask an Asian woman for directions...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P4GhJWegI/AAAAAAAAARg/7l_wusPU-dE/s1600-h/CIMG0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P4GhJWegI/AAAAAAAAARg/7l_wusPU-dE/s400/CIMG0373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180256787266697730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3, after coming back from the science museum(pay tickets but not much to see.. everyone was so tired, we were dozing off...lol)..H&amp;M!!!!!!!!!! for my sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P3ixJWefI/AAAAAAAAARY/eZJeEgxBzX0/s1600-h/CIMG0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P3ixJWefI/AAAAAAAAARY/eZJeEgxBzX0/s400/CIMG0312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180256173086374386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3, US Holocaust Memorial Museum...excellent exhobition.. but no picture taking so no pictures of any of the interior..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P2_xJWeeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qf3sgAcSOO0/s1600-h/CIMG0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P2_xJWeeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qf3sgAcSOO0/s400/CIMG0301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180255571790952930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3 in washington, walking towards the Burea of Encraving and Printing (where they print the greenback!!) from the metro... I think..too many street photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P2sRJWedI/AAAAAAAAARI/py6uQ5St0as/s1600-h/CIMG0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P2sRJWedI/AAAAAAAAARI/py6uQ5St0as/s400/CIMG0718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180255236783503826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2 the washington momument from the mall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P2ahJWecI/AAAAAAAAARA/FZvK2_i7wdw/s1600-h/CIMG0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P2ahJWecI/AAAAAAAAARA/FZvK2_i7wdw/s400/CIMG0699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180254931840825794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2, teh capitol from the mall(a patch of field...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P2CxJWebI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BwCkOVTS7HY/s1600-h/CIMG0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P2CxJWebI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BwCkOVTS7HY/s400/CIMG0615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180254523818932658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, walking to the national archives... super nice walkways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P1cxJWeaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_q9hyUp7ruE/s1600-h/CIMG0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P1cxJWeaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_q9hyUp7ruE/s400/CIMG0603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180253870983903650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2, the capitol, view from the supreme court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PynRJWeZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/KxwsotdjecY/s1600-h/CIMG0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PynRJWeZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/KxwsotdjecY/s400/CIMG0391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180250752837646738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2 the capitol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PyVBJWeYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_krdg0XoJvs/s1600-h/CIMG0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PyVBJWeYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_krdg0XoJvs/s400/CIMG0365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180250439305034114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2, on the way to the capitol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PxnxJWeXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HJSjlT2whak/s1600-h/CIMG0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PxnxJWeXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HJSjlT2whak/s400/CIMG0313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180249661915953522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2, walking on the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PxDBJWeWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fDnPE7Huy_4/s1600-h/CIMG0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PxDBJWeWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fDnPE7Huy_4/s400/CIMG0816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180249030555760994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1 food! in china town, finished the whole plate... hungry after the looong walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PwvRJWeVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_dIEh2XOo1c/s1600-h/CIMG0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PwvRJWeVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_dIEh2XOo1c/s400/CIMG0777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180248691253344594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1, the white house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PwWxJWeUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/XQ07heGg5OQ/s1600-h/CIMG0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PwWxJWeUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/XQ07heGg5OQ/s400/CIMG0668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180248270346549570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1, walking on street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PvuhJWeTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1AhkWhhVEAQ/s1600-h/CIMG0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PvuhJWeTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1AhkWhhVEAQ/s400/CIMG0478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180247578856814898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1 in washington, Simthsonian insitution National Air an Space Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PvFRJWeSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uOR8hCXwwj0/s1600-h/CIMG0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PvFRJWeSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uOR8hCXwwj0/s400/CIMG0380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180246870187211042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metro in wahington. abit blur... for sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PujBJWeRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WIVBAlAZDGk/s1600-h/CIMG0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PujBJWeRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WIVBAlAZDGk/s400/CIMG0568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180246281776691474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2, in the house scott's dad built.. super nice, a villa facing the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PuMRJWeQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5-HkCrvhCh4/s1600-h/CIMG0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PuMRJWeQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5-HkCrvhCh4/s400/CIMG0513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180245890934667522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2 at the light house on oak island near wilmington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-Pt2RJWePI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6Lp8AnUmsy0/s1600-h/CIMG0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-Pt2RJWePI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6Lp8AnUmsy0/s400/CIMG0293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180245512977545458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by popular demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PtlRJWeOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/XuvADvt3nh4/s1600-h/CIMG0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-PtlRJWeOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/XuvADvt3nh4/s400/CIMG0302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180245220919769314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1, at the beach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-3873884358417770566?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/3873884358417770566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=3873884358417770566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3873884358417770566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3873884358417770566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-more-more.html' title='more more more~~~'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R-P5uRJWekI/AAAAAAAAASA/CiAlEPji5yk/s72-c/CIMG0475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-7120485427483213970</id><published>2008-03-18T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:01:25.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hark the sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;HARK THE SOUND by William Starr Myers, class of 1897&lt;/STRONG&gt; 1. Hark the sound of Tar Heel voices Ringing clear and True Singing Carolina's praises Shouting N.C.U. Hail to the brightest Star of all Clear its radiance shine Carolina priceless gem, Receive all praises thine. I'm a Tar Heel born I'm a Tar Heel bred And when I die I'm a Tar Heel dead. So it's RAH, RAH, Car'lina 'lina RAH, RAH, Car'lina 'lina RAH, RAH, Car'lina RAH! RAH! RAH!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-7120485427483213970?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/7120485427483213970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=7120485427483213970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7120485427483213970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/7120485427483213970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/03/hark-sound.html' title='hark the sound'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-3758742076346995405</id><published>2008-03-18T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:23:01.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1KCbKVFwVQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1KCbKVFwVQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-3758742076346995405?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/3758742076346995405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=3758742076346995405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3758742076346995405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3758742076346995405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-2858968090872920933</id><published>2008-03-17T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:57:33.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>washington(day 5,6), wilminton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98hcqHz77I/AAAAAAAAAPI/NtkT77-j03Q/s1600-h/DSC04818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98hcqHz77I/AAAAAAAAAPI/NtkT77-j03Q/s400/DSC04818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178894872726466482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98hE6Hz76I/AAAAAAAAAPA/3m54G5t6Oes/s1600-h/CIMG0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98hE6Hz76I/AAAAAAAAAPA/3m54G5t6Oes/s400/CIMG0364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178894464704573346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98gxaHz75I/AAAAAAAAAO4/XxGDDHadx_A/s1600-h/CIMG0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98gxaHz75I/AAAAAAAAAO4/XxGDDHadx_A/s400/CIMG0552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178894129697124242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98f0qHz74I/AAAAAAAAAOw/QJtUz2f0myM/s1600-h/CIMG0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98f0qHz74I/AAAAAAAAAOw/QJtUz2f0myM/s400/CIMG0370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178893086020071298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98cm6Hz73I/AAAAAAAAAOo/5IWks0gZMiE/s1600-h/CIMG0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98cm6Hz73I/AAAAAAAAAOo/5IWks0gZMiE/s400/CIMG0326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178889551261986674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98biqHz72I/AAAAAAAAAOg/1HDtFdxMUsQ/s1600-h/CIMG0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98biqHz72I/AAAAAAAAAOg/1HDtFdxMUsQ/s400/CIMG0418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178888378735914850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98ayqHz70I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jfPSW7dBnRo/s1600-h/CIMG0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98ayqHz70I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jfPSW7dBnRo/s400/CIMG0295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178887554102193986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-2858968090872920933?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/2858968090872920933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=2858968090872920933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2858968090872920933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2858968090872920933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/03/washingtonday-56-wilminton.html' title='washington(day 5,6), wilminton'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R98hcqHz77I/AAAAAAAAAPI/NtkT77-j03Q/s72-c/DSC04818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-4882036409082525153</id><published>2008-02-28T23:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:10:27.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wonders of google</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvEtCJtHc_4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvEtCJtHc_4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-4882036409082525153?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/4882036409082525153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=4882036409082525153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/4882036409082525153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/4882036409082525153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/02/wonders-of-google.html' title='the wonders of google'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-6540575856024450284</id><published>2008-02-22T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:25:06.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R76Uv8ulCFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MfeR-c7tkoc/s1600-h/Photo-0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R76Uv8ulCFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MfeR-c7tkoc/s400/Photo-0124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169732973744162898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally managed to talk to bestest after months... been sooo long since I last saw her... :) had a good, nice, same-as-usual, nothing-like-we-are-half-way-around-the-global talk with her... just that skype keeps failing us... and it ended cause I had to go to sleep and she for her dinner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-6540575856024450284?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/6540575856024450284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=6540575856024450284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6540575856024450284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6540575856024450284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/02/bestie.html' title='bestie'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R76Uv8ulCFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MfeR-c7tkoc/s72-c/Photo-0124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-8119700400573019570</id><published>2008-02-14T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:49:51.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>hohohoho lack of posts~~ family been in Chapel Hill so no need for blogs~~ lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UWSsulCDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oVaFjk8xor8/s1600-h/11th+feb+dinner_with+adv+cf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UWSsulCDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oVaFjk8xor8/s400/11th+feb+dinner_with+adv+cf.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167060657977493554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday's dinner, pizza (new variety, sis, its like a pie with cheese inside... not bad but I never re-heat it so it can be better!!), cold pasta with sprouts, chicken, cauliflower with sprout... think it was a bit too much.. hard to really gauge accurately and I don't like wasting so ate till rather stuffed... and of course,who can forget Advanced Corporate Finance for a bit of dessert...yumm-ly undigestive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UXEculCEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Fem_0gT6cB4/s1600-h/13+%26+14th+dinner+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UXEculCEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Fem_0gT6cB4/s400/13+%26+14th+dinner+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167061512675985474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday and today's dinner, packed (with today's lunch!)divided into 3 meals~ mashed potatoes with alfredo sauce (aka cream sauce, with no ingredients), veg(that taste super like 梅菜, without the 扣肉, I am not sure how they do it without the dark sause and all.. but it sure taste very alike!), fried potatoes (yess, I know, lots of potatoes, didn't want the hard rice with gravy that day.. which come to think of, may be the reason behind me getting fatter! gravy~~) and lastly ribbon pasta with soup-y vegetarian mixed veg (onions, tomatoes, capsicum aka bell pepper and those nuts sold at theatre when we are young ... forgot what it is called)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been trying to study real hard in kenan-flalger.. was among the last few left in the grad lounge (yess they are mainly for masters and phD students but really the facilites there like the microwave, BOA ATM, vending machines and high bar chairs and too good to be missed...the microwaves are god-sent for my left over packed wraps from Lenior Hall aka cafe) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading progress not very successful but at least I forced myself to finish a chapter before I go back to dorm.. and since back, I have been spending my valentine day checking emails, emailing my families, talking, goissping, checking routine websites (there are alot ~~ sigh should cut down and stop wasting time~~), exercising, eating late dinner, mopping(ohhh~~ romantic...lol), decorating... you get the drift, basically doing nothing productive... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7USisulCAI/AAAAAAAAANg/gCjAxgJjehE/s1600-h/wall+all+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7USisulCAI/AAAAAAAAANg/gCjAxgJjehE/s400/wall+all+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167056534808889346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wall all decorated~~ the printing at my dorm is free for up till USD$40 and each printing cost $0.05, much cheaper than business school USD $30 allowance and $0.10 rate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UVn8ulCBI/AAAAAAAAANo/rK6cJqArGpA/s1600-h/part+1+wall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UVn8ulCBI/AAAAAAAAANo/rK6cJqArGpA/s400/part+1+wall.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167059923538085906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you are a bit short sighted (only a bit mei??) like my sis, alway need to zoom in... (sis: noi save your energy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UVx8ulCCI/AAAAAAAAANw/QwQ2UZbQ7w8/s1600-h/part+2+wall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UVx8ulCCI/AAAAAAAAANw/QwQ2UZbQ7w8/s400/part+2+wall.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167060095336777762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ditto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7USS8ulB_I/AAAAAAAAANY/R-_q2E9rZXg/s1600-h/14th+feb+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7USS8ulB_I/AAAAAAAAANY/R-_q2E9rZXg/s400/14th+feb+(7).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167056264225949682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly me, been trying to take tons of pictures on my own when I should have used the lappie's camera~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UR8culB-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/7q1GcdDc8qk/s1600-h/14th+feb+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UR8culB-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/7q1GcdDc8qk/s400/14th+feb+(6).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167055877678893026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair at school.. wearing my oldest and favourite hairband, with hair tied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7URP8ulB9I/AAAAAAAAANI/U38a3tFYIVs/s1600-h/14th+feb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7URP8ulB9I/AAAAAAAAANI/U38a3tFYIVs/s400/14th+feb.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167055113174714322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new clothing! from A&amp;F, my sister aka personalised shopper got this at a steal (9.90!!) I didn't wear this cause its V day (only realised it when I was blogging) but cause thurs was supposed to be my longest day and you always want your new clothes to be worn longer~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UP-culB6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/SV0rlGUci_A/s1600-h/13th+feb+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UP-culB6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/SV0rlGUci_A/s400/13th+feb+(5).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167053713015375778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me in dorm with gloves (hands in need of mositurizing!) I think the jacket is in duke blue and even with the footprint logo (tar heels~) I still dont dare to wear it out.. wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UQVsulB7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/AlAQuRlyTxE/s1600-h/13th+feb+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UQVsulB7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/AlAQuRlyTxE/s400/13th+feb+(3).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167054112447334322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tip toes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-8119700400573019570?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/8119700400573019570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=8119700400573019570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/8119700400573019570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/8119700400573019570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/02/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R7UWSsulCDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oVaFjk8xor8/s72-c/11th+feb+dinner_with+adv+cf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-5624431423806861947</id><published>2008-02-01T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:40:07.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>directions.maps.</title><content type='html'>gosh i am tired... that is why i stay in HJ during the weekend..anyways I never go out on semester time in Spore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the maps and plans as below.. please I hope its all nice and wonderful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R6LagXpwDII/AAAAAAAAAMg/Xfo8oTnv9Q4/s1600-h/CIMG0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R6LagXpwDII/AAAAAAAAAMg/Xfo8oTnv9Q4/s400/CIMG0290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161928372559809666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans for thurs and sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R6LavHpwDJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wbhkWnZbfCw/s1600-h/CIMG0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R6LavHpwDJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wbhkWnZbfCw/s400/CIMG0292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161928625962880146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan for fri(definite)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-5624431423806861947?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/5624431423806861947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=5624431423806861947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5624431423806861947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5624431423806861947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/02/directionsmaps.html' title='directions.maps.'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R6LagXpwDII/AAAAAAAAAMg/Xfo8oTnv9Q4/s72-c/CIMG0290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-3303274735249077437</id><published>2008-01-26T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:57:15.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5u6hnpwDHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/cdqHYgoeXmA/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5u6hnpwDHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/cdqHYgoeXmA/s400/angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159922884825582706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to say, application for both postcards and appeals are closed... the cards are written, going to be stamped (this monday hopefully) and sent to your respective homes' letterbox... please await it/them with open arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-3303274735249077437?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/3303274735249077437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=3303274735249077437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3303274735249077437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/3303274735249077437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5u6hnpwDHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/cdqHYgoeXmA/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-6907104331013094706</id><published>2008-01-25T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:38:33.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>map...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rU_XpwDGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_aHfLWVRAJM/s1600-h/the+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rU_XpwDGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_aHfLWVRAJM/s400/the+map.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159670508252302434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh... spend so long getting this on paint... hope it will be useful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rUNnpwDFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Q9mpOUo6vgM/s1600-h/CIMG0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rUNnpwDFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Q9mpOUo6vgM/s400/CIMG0295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159669653553810514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original map on a huge board outside the copy centre aka photocopying area (can you believe there is no machines in the libraries! I am sooo used to HSSML's machines..sigh.. and they charge taxes on copying as well.. oh gosh.. what would have cost like SGD2-3 cost USG5+ here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-6907104331013094706?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/6907104331013094706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=6907104331013094706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6907104331013094706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/6907104331013094706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/01/map.html' title='map...'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rU_XpwDGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_aHfLWVRAJM/s72-c/the+map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-2510025448569932332</id><published>2008-01-25T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:11:01.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>postcards</title><content type='html'>I was waiting to eat lunch with Suzy and Sasha (Suzy friend, nice girl with cute hair but she was not feeling well so was absent)... decided not to wait in the cold and went to check out the student store... they finally got some nice UNC postcards and some sweat shirts on sale :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay finally got some nice and not too expensive postcards.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please everyone, get in line, queue up and pick your choice.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice 1: Wilson Library... really intiminating library, in my opinion.. haven't puck up my courage to get in cause it looks so grand and solemn... its like for people who are really knowledgeable.. but will definitely go there once.. I mean its a Library... you know how much I heart libraries... &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rM0HpwDEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PzUNAvJWc9E/s1600-h/Wilson+Library.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rM0HpwDEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PzUNAvJWc9E/s320/Wilson+Library.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159661518885751874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back( with the UNC crest 徽章and the full name of the landmark-Louis Round Wilson Library or more commonly known as the Wilson Library..) It contains rare collections and is not as visited as frequently as the RB House Library or aka Undergraduate Library where I hang out the most as it is near Garner, where I take my Economic class and the Davis (main)Library) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rMA3pwDDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KAPhYzjkUx8/s1600-h/Wilson+Library+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rMA3pwDDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KAPhYzjkUx8/s320/Wilson+Library+back.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159660638417456178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice 2: The licence plate sample... really caught my eye first, this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rLdXpwDCI/AAAAAAAAALw/J3RbpJMy6X0/s1600-h/Tar+Hells+2+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rLdXpwDCI/AAAAAAAAALw/J3RbpJMy6X0/s320/Tar+Hells+2+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159660028532100130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back(Description: why it is called First in Flight, the Wright Brothers who invented the first airplane first flew in Kitty Hwark, NC on 17th Dec 1903...) gosh.. That got to be one of the best thing that happens... around the same position with invention of instant noodles (please do not laugh.. if you are living in a cold country where salad is more popular than noodles and soup... you will know... and you know how I love my soups...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rKzXpwDBI/AAAAAAAAALo/srtZ9-4vbzs/s1600-h/Tar+Heels+2+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rKzXpwDBI/AAAAAAAAALo/srtZ9-4vbzs/s320/Tar+Heels+2+back.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159659306977594386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice 3: The license plate ... need I say more? Though I have seen one car with a NC initials front license plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rKaHpwDAI/AAAAAAAAALg/mpRJgc2deu0/s1600-h/Tar+Heels+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rKaHpwDAI/AAAAAAAAALg/mpRJgc2deu0/s320/Tar+Heels+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159658873185897474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back(Description: North Carolina has been referred to as the "Tar Heel" state since Revolutionary War)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rJWHpwC_I/AAAAAAAAALY/sV4iu2iB-uU/s1600-h/Tar+Heels+1+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rJWHpwC_I/AAAAAAAAALY/sV4iu2iB-uU/s320/Tar+Heels+1+back.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159657704954792946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice 4: Dean E Smith Centre, &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; place for (basketball) games.. where DUKE-UNC rival will happen on the 6th Feb(when my family are here!)... playing on home ground hopefully will be an excellent start... it is super near my dorm, like at the corner, and of course near Kenan-Flagler Business School aka McColl Buliding as well... when there is game, you know cause the carpark from my dorm to the business school will be totally pack.. in the morning (even like 7+) it is pack too.. so you can't really cut across the carpark to get to McColl.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rIWnpwC-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/A9GfUdUDmYs/s1600-h/Dean+E+Smith.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rIWnpwC-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/A9GfUdUDmYs/s320/Dean+E+Smith.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159656614033099746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back(with the UNC crest and the full name of the landmark-Dean E Smith Centre, with 22k capacity and the Tar Heels home turf) it is named after the basketball team long-time coach.. who recently gave up the position(think a few years back only?).. He is still alive I believe, making a trip down to the new basketball museum that opened a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rH6HpwC9I/AAAAAAAAALI/ilF4iUSvT8k/s1600-h/Dean+E+Smith+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rH6HpwC9I/AAAAAAAAALI/ilF4iUSvT8k/s320/Dean+E+Smith+back.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159656124406827986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice 5: The Bell tower... It rings every 15 minutes (yes 15!) and at each hour, with rings longer, with another additional ring to indicate the time... i.e 1 ring for 1pm... at 12 noon and 5pm (not sure why, for indicating sunset??lol just kidding) the rings are really special and weird.. will catch a time to record a video and/or sound clip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rHEnpwC8I/AAAAAAAAALA/epVHLYR4uKk/s1600-h/Bell+Tower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rHEnpwC8I/AAAAAAAAALA/epVHLYR4uKk/s320/Bell+Tower.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159655205283826626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back( with the UNC crest and the full name of the landmark-Morehead Patterson Memorial Bell Tower or more commonly known as the bell tower)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rGuHpwC7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/3__5M4h-bTE/s1600-h/Bell+Tower+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rGuHpwC7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/3__5M4h-bTE/s320/Bell+Tower+back.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159654818736769970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice 6: All picture of the UNC famous landmarks (including the Old well and Bell Tower) really the cheapest among the rest at 25cent each...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rFx3pwC5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/T2QOj3n5NKo/s1600-h/All.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rFx3pwC5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/T2QOj3n5NKo/s320/All.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159653783649651602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back(can still see the price tag that I torn it from...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rGSnpwC6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZNg2ki9Ahds/s1600-h/All+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rGSnpwC6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZNg2ki9Ahds/s320/All+back.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159654346290367394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... finally posted finished... I was so going to write on each post cards.. when I thought why not post the pictures up and let everyone choose their favourite ones? :)and yes sis, you can have priority&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-2510025448569932332?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/2510025448569932332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=2510025448569932332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2510025448569932332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2510025448569932332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/01/postcards.html' title='postcards'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5rM0HpwDEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PzUNAvJWc9E/s72-c/Wilson+Library.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-5128490902064616067</id><published>2008-01-24T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:33:36.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dorm~~books~~pots &amp; pans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5lXCHpwC4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/NA_GinfyEw8/s1600-h/CIMG0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5lXCHpwC4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/NA_GinfyEw8/s320/CIMG0285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159250542055132034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5lWuHpwC3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8Yu4hG_4GoU/s1600-h/CIMG0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5lWuHpwC3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8Yu4hG_4GoU/s320/CIMG0284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159250198457748338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bag of pots and pans! luckily the bag didn't tear~~ else with 2 books, a backpack (with 2 books, one ultra thick one), I dint think I can manage back across the car park to get back dorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5lWF3pwC2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/G-3MkCsBl_s/s1600-h/CIMG0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5lWF3pwC2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/G-3MkCsBl_s/s320/CIMG0283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159249506968013666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5lV5HpwC1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ICh4cH3_PDs/s1600-h/CIMG0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5lV5HpwC1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ICh4cH3_PDs/s320/CIMG0282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159249287924681554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my closet (2 of them!) for drying things...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5lUvnpwC0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/F0cVsCmYaCM/s1600-h/CIMG0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5lUvnpwC0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/F0cVsCmYaCM/s320/CIMG0281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159248025204296514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my sis: the books (4, 2 of the same copies) came in this box.. priority mail from the &lt;em&gt;United States Postal Services&lt;/em&gt;.. I was sure you will be interested so took a picture, though you cant really see the recipient (not me, so it's fine if it cant be seen..wehe) it was sooo hard to get the book out of the box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5lULHpwCzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ylOU9wce19c/s1600-h/CIMG0280+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5lULHpwCzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ylOU9wce19c/s320/CIMG0280+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159247398139071282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shelf of knowledge... the books that I have gotten (one is in a library water proof plastic bag as it is a great novel that I will definitely love.. its too fragile without plastic cover and the other green one is the library book .. my parents will bring my copy over soon! together with 1 finance book and another reference book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised the lack of photos for the last 2 posts (usu try to put some pictures but I have been lazy, not taking my camera with me... talking about which, I hope my sis is not missing the camera too much.. it is usu a hobby of hers to take pictures, not me.. the times I have with the camera (not counting overseas trips ) are limited to helping my sis photo-take... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with meeting great people here... it has been really fortunate.. even though I should feel bad/awkward/uncomfortable about accepting people kind gestures, like my buddy and his family constant help in both picking me up, buying things for me, ensuring I am okay and buying me meals...especially since I don't know them before hand... yet they are still so kind to me... I think I am enjoying the help more than the feeling of awkwardness... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it feels bad to reject the host's generous hospitality and I should accept with grace and gratitude and reciprocate in other ways... It is not something I am too familiar with, rather like a new experience for me as I have always been able to do many things without much assistance in the past... beside my family and bestest or old friends and people close to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, in a whole new environment, you realise that it is easier ( not necessay or a have-to) to accept people's help and try to smile gratefully and sincerely... it makes life happier and the world a much nicer place to be in.. its not that you really need those nice gesture... you would die from lack of directions/help from strangers that you may not ever see after this but it certainly makes you a warmer person and the university experience a better/funner one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-5128490902064616067?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/5128490902064616067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=5128490902064616067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5128490902064616067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/5128490902064616067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/01/dormbookspots-pans.html' title='dorm~~books~~pots &amp; pans'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5lXCHpwC4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/NA_GinfyEw8/s72-c/CIMG0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-4624213331567153589</id><published>2008-01-22T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:16:53.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>receipt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5axZnpwCyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VnowcKLWm5E/s1600-h/CIMG0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5axZnpwCyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VnowcKLWm5E/s320/CIMG0279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158505476898425634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies hope this can be claimed by insurance? hohohoho but I dont have 19 dollars to mail back..lol maybe I will go ask where to make payment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-4624213331567153589?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/4624213331567153589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=4624213331567153589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/4624213331567153589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/4624213331567153589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/01/receipt.html' title='receipt'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5axZnpwCyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VnowcKLWm5E/s72-c/CIMG0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-240341744319746815</id><published>2008-01-22T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:35:38.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>again... again?!?!?</title><content type='html'>I think I am going nuts soon.Am turnign to a fire drill magnets what with the NUS economics mapping (yesss it has been nearly a month!) and the 3rd fire drill in exact week! I mean whats up with the fire drill?!?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was halfway in Global Marketing class (aka the class where the professor ask you to contribute alot like 30% class participation grades and goes through little textbook materials but you are expected to read at least 2 chapters a week? the one that I still hopeless like cause its marketing?)lol.. and then the damn alarms rang... again.. for the 3rd freaking time this week (recall: 1st time on Tuesday night , I was on my way to bath, 2nd time one Sunday morning when I was sleeping after talking with my parents) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am having phobias whenever I look at them (and they are everywhere!!!!) gosh... at least today wasn't as cold as the last 2 times... no wind and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda forget that you should left everything behind when there is a drill.. (kinda afraid people may steal cause the last 2 time, I locked my dorm doors so its safe) until I realised people walked out without any bags (mostly girls with small bags take their bags with them but others just left them in class)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, there is this international event in Kenan-Flagler (aka Business school ) where most international exchange students will go, introducing/answering questions local students may have with regards to our home universities or countries :) hope there are bottle water (need a stronger bottle !) and refreshments! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: there is no refreshments or bottles (sob sob, I think I left my v shaky bootle somewhere..lol so will be using the reliable metal flusk from Spore) but I got to see the programs that the school provides, not as much as NUS promise (I put promise, not provide cause the choices differ in each round and semester) but there are some very cheap and value-for-money ones :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-240341744319746815?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/240341744319746815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=240341744319746815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/240341744319746815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/240341744319746815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/01/again-again.html' title='again... again?!?!?'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-2505541404715751544</id><published>2008-01-21T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:47:29.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a steal!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5VYusYzRaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2S-GG2_ngQ0/s1600-h/CIMG0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5VYusYzRaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2S-GG2_ngQ0/s320/CIMG0283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158126507435181474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its plainer than the other one but its nice too! and do you notice the cute pokca dots at the collar (there are some at the end of the sleeves as well) definitely better than those you get at G2000 and definitely cheaper (SGD 15+ tax!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5VYbsYzRZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/YLcaXlsiHSE/s1600-h/CIMG0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5VYbsYzRZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/YLcaXlsiHSE/s320/CIMG0279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158126181017666962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not those silky material, more of those zara smooth high quality shirt material, with slight glitter effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohohohooh just back at Hinton James after a day of making friend(s), shopping,meeting prof and endless work (cause I pushed it till now...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally met my international friend through the program which I only sent in the participation form last monday I think, they took a while to find a host and she immediately emailed me and we set up a date to meet, talk about efficiency!! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is an America Indian, 31 years old I think (cause she said she married at 23 and come Feb xx they will be married 8 years!) and loves reading, watching movies (pay USD8 for movies in the mailbox, netflux.. I heard it before..not sure how it works before though..), travelling and adore kids... lol she is fun to hang out with I guess and I always think I mix better with people older than me(?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways we went to her fav store called New York and Company.. I got their reward card (discount at birthdays, not that I will be in US then) but not their credit card which they were pushing for (got 25% more discount on top of the steals...lol ) cause I dont need so many credit cards and I dont have that much cash too...lol anyways bought 2 shirts for USD 9.99 each, when they look like thy cost 60plus in Spore...lol its supposed to be USD 34-36 one but was on sale.. saw some nice wallets, nice dresses and shoes in that shop and also in banana republic (was on sale, with those shorts my sis like on for USD 24plus but it was still too ex with regards to what I just bought and also the material is checked woolen ones which was passe to her alr..lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to ask what bus takes me there from UNC (need to pay USD2 though) and maybe can take my family there/meet my internation friend there fro movies/more shopping/hanging around...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k need to get more work done~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-2505541404715751544?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/2505541404715751544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=2505541404715751544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2505541404715751544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2505541404715751544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-steal.html' title='what a steal!!'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XV8OEcdGcxU/R5VYusYzRaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2S-GG2_ngQ0/s72-c/CIMG0283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-453118748159052720.post-2411788581727913161</id><published>2008-01-20T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T08:34:52.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>sis, for your infor, its high or 0 degrees, low of -10, with an average of -4 here... yahoo chapel hill weather forecast puts that it may feels like -11 degrees and its fair(sunny is always good though).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cold is okay, if you got your warm jacket, gloves/warm pockets (you see everyone with their hands in the pocket) and long pants/leg warmers (if you insist) but the wind is the terrible thing...and oh, the breath is all misty today during the fire drill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/453118748159052720-2411788581727913161?l=siyng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/feeds/2411788581727913161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=453118748159052720&amp;postID=2411788581727913161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2411788581727913161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/453118748159052720/posts/default/2411788581727913161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siyng.blogspot.com/2008/01/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>momo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
