<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489</id><updated>2011-12-27T02:58:57.013Z</updated><category term='Photos'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Me Myself and I'/><category term='Awesome Rain'/><category term='Funny Videos'/><category term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>Aire</title><subtitle type='html'>Light and free to drift around...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>459</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-4745215273641592837</id><published>2009-10-28T18:25:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:37:43.661Z</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;It's difficult when you're so tired, when you're so tired you struggle to sit straight, to put up the front the world wants to see from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This weariness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;starts from within and then creeps out to your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I'm not sure if it is my body or my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;or my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This dull feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;a constant murmur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;a constant annoying murmur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;of my voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;and their voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;His voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;hurts when you cannot feel the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it hurts the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you cannot feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7672489-4745215273641592837?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/4745215273641592837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=4745215273641592837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4745215273641592837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4745215273641592837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-difficult-when-youre-so-tired-when.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-4438914071648195400</id><published>2009-10-20T00:13:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:00:13.019+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had a really strange dream last night. Actually, it's been a while since I had a dream while sleeping.. maybe i'll understand this when i read about it in the future..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I dreamt that I was going somewhere, or leaving to somewhere to be exact. oh wait I just had a flashback while writing this, just remembered a dream I had sometime ago.. also about going somewhere..... on the train/subway/mrt) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways, I had a luggage slightly larger than cabin size and a very heavy backpack filled with stuff. so heavy that it was difficult at times to stand straight without losing balance. I was wearing work clothes and Susan came to send me off (which is really strange in itself) so I reckon I was going somewhere for work reasons, but somewhere far and possibly for quite a while. I felt pretty excited and nervous at the same time. She was coming to the airport with me and we were going to catch the metro (madrid's to be exact) only that the metro station was huge like a big train station and it was really difficult to find the platform that I should be on. We got separated going up and down the platforms, through the people and the escalators... I looked at my watch and realised that we had wasted 1 hour! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then out of nowhere my dad appears in his casual t-shirt and cap.. looking at his mobile phone like he always does when he tries to keep track of time. I'm surprised to see him and call out, “爸爸！ 啊..干脆一起来啦！”. So he helps me out with my luggage and he shows me the platform I should be taking...At the back of my mind I consider whether we should take a taxi (visualised as limousine in my head) instead. hahaha.. n then I wake up and realised I overslept for like an hour. Still got to the office on time though, which makes me wonder if I really need to wake up that early everyday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back to the flashback I said I had, I remember a dream where I was travelling by train/tube...except that the lines were arranged like singapore's mrt. Yellow and red lines..i had to stay on the yellow line for a long while and then hop off and get on to the other line (felt like it was a non-standard crossover) in order to get to my destination.. oh man im beginning to remember more of that dream. it feels kinda creepy man.. I now remember the mamak store below joanne's house.. then seeing YCK road at night, driving towards that junction to the market (seletar road), exploring Seletar Hills.. and entering a big white mansion.. hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i should go sleep now. i meant to get this out of my system but the more I write about it the creepier it feels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-4438914071648195400?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/4438914071648195400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=4438914071648195400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4438914071648195400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4438914071648195400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2009/10/strange-dream.html' title='Strange dream'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-8070234243343910198</id><published>2009-10-17T11:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:05:34.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flo and the Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/You_ve_Got_the_Love/21469296"&gt;You've got the Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-8070234243343910198?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/8070234243343910198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=8070234243343910198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8070234243343910198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8070234243343910198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2009/10/flo-and-machine.html' title='Flo and the Machine'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-2242737535269984473</id><published>2009-10-16T23:46:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:00:32.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There, there, I still got my luck alright:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Managed to get a seat on the train for my 4+hr journey even though it was overflowing with people. Had an extra day away from Bath = extra night of luxurious stay in the hotel with paid dinners. Always wanted to get room service, and it feels especially good when you don't have to pay for it. Feels even better when you do it twice. For some reason food taste like heaven when they come with that shiny round dish metal cover. Oh how I love to spoil myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been pushing for this training. The only one I really wanted and needed to do under my interests. Battled through my jetlag and studied in the hotel at night. I said "battled" because most of the nights I ended up taking a hot hot bubble bath and then it was difficult to concentrate after that. pure luxury. This is the last piece of my intercontinental ticket, and Im just about to put it all together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hello world:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-2242737535269984473?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/2242737535269984473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=2242737535269984473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2242737535269984473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2242737535269984473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-there-i-still-got-my-luck-alright.html' title='Leeds'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-3663036571204696004</id><published>2009-10-09T05:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T05:24:24.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how it feels...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you God for making this possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for answering my prayers and letting my medical scare be... just a scare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for giving me a second chance to life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've kept the first part of my promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna miss it here so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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title='Hawaii'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-177657261631970815</id><published>2009-06-27T23:32:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:28:49.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared</title><content type='html'>Just when everything seemed to flow perfectly, I received quite worrisome news.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the optician's to get a new pair of glasses and had an eye check up. they did a very thorough eye check.. so thorough that they're referring me to the specialist Ophthalmologist in the hospital so they can have an even more thorough look at my eyes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I may have something that could lead to some implications.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's more as a precautionary measure because the optician couldn't be 100% sure my eyes were ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is making me very scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day went fine hanging out with V, until I came home, sat down and checked medicinenet.com. Then I broke down in tears as I feared for the grim.. and again now as I write this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be overreacting, but this time I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really scared&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I am such a visual person..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I haven't seen enough of the world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-177657261631970815?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/177657261631970815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=177657261631970815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/177657261631970815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/177657261631970815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-scared.html' title='I&apos;m scared'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-4470091601827958100</id><published>2009-02-26T00:40:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:46:31.732Z</updated><title type='text'>Decision Time</title><content type='html'>I decided it is about time to move on&lt;div&gt;to another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need a change, need some sun, need  some life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking of moving to the US in the coming year or two at most, get a transfer to one of our American offices either in NY or LA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh LA.. I've always wanted to go there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things won't be so easy but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where there's a will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-4470091601827958100?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/4470091601827958100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=4470091601827958100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4470091601827958100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4470091601827958100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2009/02/decision-time.html' title='Decision Time'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-6267195086294456077</id><published>2008-12-08T22:45:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:34:10.678Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 2008. What an eventful year, for me and my family. All the good, not so good, and the miracles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad, a changed man after his recent stunning full body recovery, decided to come home for the new year holidays. Home - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madrid&lt;/span&gt;. Mum had asked us to ask him to come over since she'd be away in tw. So even though it's half because mum won't be around, and he makes the excuse that there are things to sort out for the restaurant downstairs. I don't really care. Because, finally after 10 years, he is coming home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad, bro and I will be celebrating the new year together in our old home. A new beginning to better times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-6267195086294456077?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/6267195086294456077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=6267195086294456077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6267195086294456077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-1556912012381921594?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/1556912012381921594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=1556912012381921594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1556912012381921594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1556912012381921594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-1046208149806930483</id><published>2008-11-25T01:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:15:43.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable personified</title><content type='html'>This is probably the most unbelievable thing that has happened in my entire life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this is true, which I can't believe it yet, I.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't believe it yet!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please let this be real, please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-1046208149806930483?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/1046208149806930483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=1046208149806930483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1046208149806930483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1046208149806930483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/11/unbelievable-personified.html' title='Unbelievable personified'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7423707812309611289</id><published>2008-11-11T23:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:24:14.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You gotta earn it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-7423707812309611289?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7423707812309611289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7423707812309611289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7423707812309611289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7423707812309611289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-gotta-earn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-2208069364473543541</id><published>2008-10-16T23:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:34:13.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo a su tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Myriad Pro"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Myriad Pro"&gt;Everything in its time. A Spanish way of saying, &lt;i&gt;"one thing at a time", "each thing has its time".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Myriad Pro; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Myriad Pro"&gt;I enjoy the control I have over my life. I enjoy the freedom I have to do the things I want when I want and not do them when I don't want to. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Myriad Pro; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Myriad Pro"&gt;I have learnt not to put unnecessary stress onto myself, and to feel calm as heaven even when there is a list of things to do. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Myriad Pro; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Myriad Pro"&gt;After all, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;your life is as you see it. Your world is only as real as you believe it is. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Myriad Pro; color: #4c4c4c"&gt;(Except, for those awful days when you drown in the nature of being a female specie. On those days, you're allowed to be bitter and burdened...)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Myriad Pro; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Myriad Pro"&gt;If there are things to be done, goals to be achieved, there is no point stepping forward with a negative breath. I would rather, in those instances, stay still until that black wave passes and take the plunge when excitement for the end success nudges me on the ribs...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Myriad Pro; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Myriad Pro"&gt;Enjoy the present, because this is what you were fighting for in your past. Slow down and savour &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;just being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Be easier on yourself and compare yourself more with your old-self, and less with everybody else. It's good to know what goes around you as a guide but push yourself within your principles and not others.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Myriad Pro; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Myriad Pro"&gt;Life experience so far has taught me that the most popular route is not the only route. And while it may be one highly rated, there are always other unexplored paths, usually with bonus chips, for your endeavour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-2208069364473543541?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/2208069364473543541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=2208069364473543541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2208069364473543541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2208069364473543541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/10/todo-su-tiempo_16.html' title='Todo a su tiempo'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-9150911925263389321</id><published>2008-09-15T00:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:35:38.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>The uncertainties of life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What seemed so certain once is no longer definite. It's sad, yet liberating. It's liberating, yet sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you think you finally came to the conclusion to make the decision. You think the decision has got to be the right one, but time passes and the credence starts to fade... You wonder, if it is the situation, the external forces, or if it is yourself that has developed. But one cannot blame development for occurring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on my pessimistic mood. Pms perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope has started to vanish...hope is vanishing... maybe it's too late, maybe it's not the right time. Maybe it's me. I have an urge to chicken out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-9150911925263389321?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/9150911925263389321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=9150911925263389321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/9150911925263389321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/9150911925263389321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/09/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-6158665431898831462</id><published>2008-08-28T00:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:22:24.052+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back on track</title><content type='html'>I lay on the floor to "see the world from another point of view"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There and then I found the part of me that I had lost lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As the foam disperses, the champagne fizzles smoothly in the glass"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-6158665431898831462?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/6158665431898831462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=6158665431898831462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6158665431898831462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6158665431898831462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back-on-track.html' title='I&apos;m back on track'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-3734187997831421311</id><published>2008-08-22T23:44:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:33:36.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That</title><content type='html'>It's weird how it makes you feel. Like you're not yourself, but at the same time it's almost like you're back to your old self.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You like it, but you dislike it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tend to fall into one of those endless loops of strings of thoughts.....circling...circling...circlingg...circling around the same set of thoughts over and over.. and over .. and over again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come to a conclusion once in a while. but 10 minutes later I fall back into the sea of mud and find myself struggling to keep afloat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sometimes I write to myself, as a 3rd person,  giving myself advice like I'd give to others. It's harder than you think but it turns out to be surprisingly useful to read a detached version of myself. No wonder my friends say I'm quite enlightening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, do I just say what people want to hear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When nothing else works.. and I find myself still trapped in that turbulent flow of thoughts, I resolve to coming here. It seldom proves to make any sense to other readers other than myself - what I write about. The more sensitive the topic, the more abstract the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am, feeling at the top of the world and feeling like an idiot at the same time. A side of me tells me to keep on going. The other side asks me why I bother so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frustrating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; keeps getting onto my nerves I'm just gonna shut my system down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-3734187997831421311?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/3734187997831421311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=3734187997831421311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/3734187997831421311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/3734187997831421311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/08/that.html' title='That'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7877157105528100906</id><published>2008-08-20T01:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:03:00.570+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>I found it</title><content type='html'>and I've made up my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-7877157105528100906?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7877157105528100906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7877157105528100906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7877157105528100906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7877157105528100906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-found-it.html' title='I found it'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-6740420632060559205</id><published>2008-08-05T22:09:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:03:26.008+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>What I've learnt</title><content type='html'>St has taught me that everyone should be given a second chance. I truly admire her genuine faith in people. So genuine that I can't help but question my harsh judgement of some...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sj has shown me patience. Real patience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've... been meditating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been 1 yr since I started work. Tomorrow it'll be exactly one year. I told myself long ago that after this holidays I'd rev up my life and push towards being:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more organised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more efficient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more confident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more daring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more hardworking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grab every opportunity I can to upgrade my skills..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even more&lt;/span&gt; recognised by my seniors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so career minded, but that's the whole point of my being here.. That's all I have in the UK. My career. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I think about is my work.. I've sort of lost touch with the more humane side of life. Love, for example. Where is it? It comes.. and it goes... it escapes. or I let it escape.. I get lazy, get impatient, lose faith in possibilities... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St and Sj have reminded me how one has to be patient and believe in areas as such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put a lil effort and stand back to watch the seeds grow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch the seed grow, cris. not leaving them to grow and disappear somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-6740420632060559205?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/6740420632060559205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=6740420632060559205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6740420632060559205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6740420632060559205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-ive-learnt.html' title='What I&apos;ve learnt'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-8216063979701787403</id><published>2008-07-31T22:04:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:25:14.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She says I have a gift</title><content type='html'>A gift of listening to people and guide them along the most suitable route. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she says she felt so good after speaking to me. After being so troubled for days, just one phonecall and her sky was cleared. She thanked me for the impartial advice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said i give the best support... that i always clear his mind when he's troubled.. that it always lifts his spirits after our deep conversations..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she says I'm really really good at slipping into other people's skin and giving constructive views..encouraging people to eventually make the right decision..or coming to the right decision together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said a lot of other nice things about me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was sweet=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe.. I do have a little gift, to share with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-8216063979701787403?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/8216063979701787403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=8216063979701787403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8216063979701787403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8216063979701787403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/07/she-says-i-have-gift.html' title='She says I have a gift'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-1113119240960897697</id><published>2008-07-30T23:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:13:13.898+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Keep looking forward&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-1113119240960897697?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/1113119240960897697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=1113119240960897697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1113119240960897697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1113119240960897697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/07/keep-looking-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-9171627445230159614</id><published>2008-07-28T18:18:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:23:40.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>After thoughts</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling the depression again. It's like this perpetual thing in my life that comes in waves and drowns me. When I stop and think about my life in the big picture. When I realise the things I've missed out by pursuing what I'm living now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I'm lucky. I've gone far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've left a trail of priceless treasures on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've figured out that the more happiness you feel the more pain you feel after that.. or, the more pain you feel the more happiness you feel after that...You want what you cannot have. Maybe that's why I love you all so much.. cos I can never have you all with me, not for the forseeable future..yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;But no, that's not it.. I simply love the person you make of me, and the person you make me want to be. Even after so long, I still can't help but feel the emptiness left in me whenever we part.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;How can I describe this? I've tried to become realistic, materialistic even. I've strived for myself and thought for my own future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Sometimes I'm fed up of moving around so often. But I can't help wanting more.. somewhere along the line I've built a wall between me and the ones I've known after you. To prevent unnecessary attachment to an inevitable departure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Then you come and remind me of how I used to be with people. How I used to shower everyone with unconditional care. I feel ashamed of myself now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Many times I've felt that I needn't interact/get too close with some people since they were just passing clouds, because I should save this effort for someone else more important. Then this feeling moved on and spread to most people.. until I felt I needn't put in any effort..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;So I stopped writing cards, stopped getting little gifts, stopped sending silly SMSes... stopped making effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;I used to be like you. always doing little and meaningful things for others. Now I hardly do any of that stuff. and actually feel comfortable with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;I think about doing good.. but seldom carry out any..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Maybe this is growing up. You choose your friends too carefully you end up having so few new good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-9171627445230159614?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/9171627445230159614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=9171627445230159614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/9171627445230159614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/9171627445230159614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-thoughts.html' title='After thoughts'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5344355934844445378</id><published>2008-02-21T23:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:54:58.682Z</updated><title type='text'>run</title><content type='html'>i need to run to maintain my sanity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to run to maintain my sanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to run &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to deal w this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to go to the gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-5344355934844445378?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5344355934844445378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5344355934844445378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5344355934844445378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5344355934844445378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/02/run.html' title='run'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-6254994088814403518</id><published>2008-02-19T22:56:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:53:23.816Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As soon as I hung up the phone, I ran to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or at least I had a compelling urge to throw up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those words.. that message..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounded so bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made my stomach revolt its inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For once I understood why characters in movies would throw up as a reaction...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still feel like emptying my stomach..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't digest those words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My swollen eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would anyone notice them at work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like it. I don't like it. I don't like this. I don't like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As real as your own existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A reality where Existence could fade..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-6254994088814403518?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/6254994088814403518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=6254994088814403518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6254994088814403518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6254994088814403518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-soon-as-i-hung-up-phone-i-ran-to.html' title=''/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7624938089961932100</id><published>2008-02-13T21:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:45:26.946Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so worried I can't even tell anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I scroll down my msn list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna burst out n cry n tell my closest friends what's been gg on but the thought of doing that would give credit to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I can't, yet, face the reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the possibility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I'm about to walk into a storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A part of me tells me that i'm being overdramatic. silly. childish. imagining things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A part of me reminds me that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;, this&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; happening. for better or worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish, for once, that I could say I'm just a very silly girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you tell them in the most casual voice you can manage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't worry ok. There's no point worrying now. You're doing great."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and realise how your heart quivers inside..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You pray &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for strength. no, not strength. if it weren't happenning you wouldn't need strength. you pray you wouldnt need the strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the phone rings, it's reality check. When I'm at work, I can zone out. When I'm watchin series on my Imac I can enjoy the fantasy. Then the phone rings, and I'm brought into a grey turmoil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after hanging up I sit here and drown myself in silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretend I don't exist. Pretend I'm merely part of the air...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-7624938089961932100?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7624938089961932100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7624938089961932100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7624938089961932100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7624938089961932100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-2950779595535204097</id><published>2007-10-28T01:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:10:56.880Z</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday morning</title><content type='html'>I think i had too much tiramisu, it's keeping me awake at 1.20am. The clocks just turned back so technically it should be 2.20am in my body, and considering my bedtime is now very rarely past 1am, I reckon it's the coffee in the tiramisu keeping me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what else to write. Kinda got out of the habit of blogging since work began. uhhmm.. now.. the harder I try to think of what to write, the more sleepy I get. Seems like getting a proper post out of me issn't gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr I'll be gettin my IMAC!! =) online that is, so will have to wait a few more days till it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked Paella again today + the mushrooms tapas. oh + red bean soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling eyelids getting heavier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice... finally I can have a laaaazy sunday to do (or not do) whatever I want.  Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedtime. I'm done. gdnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-2950779595535204097?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/2950779595535204097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=2950779595535204097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2950779595535204097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2950779595535204097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/10/lazy-sunday-morning.html' title='Lazy Sunday morning'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-1994901309858899575</id><published>2007-10-24T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:58:06.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss home</title><content type='html'>I miss home&lt;br /&gt;that smell. that feeling&lt;br /&gt;where I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;where nothing else matters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where I don't overthink about things&lt;br /&gt;where everything is fine and I can slump down on the sofa peacefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so homesick I can taste tears in my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I won't be able to spend nmore time at home like I used to&lt;br /&gt;as long as I'm working here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months in, it hits me&lt;br /&gt;This is a new life.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. For the nth time, I'm rebuilding a life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it, and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho I guess I love it more than I hate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could be like you...&lt;br /&gt;enjoying company of your childhood friends,&lt;br /&gt;working and living at home&lt;br /&gt;not having to worry if people would *disappear from your life from one yr to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some order into my life but everywhere I look there is only uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe... it's just me unable to settle down into the routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/Rx_KTw7SIQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9LMqzEUqZ4Y/s1600-h/Photo-0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/Rx_KTw7SIQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9LMqzEUqZ4Y/s320/Photo-0107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125037341870792962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-1994901309858899575?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/1994901309858899575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=1994901309858899575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1994901309858899575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1994901309858899575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-miss-home-that-smell.html' title='I miss home'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/Rx_KTw7SIQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9LMqzEUqZ4Y/s72-c/Photo-0107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5666217338798938556</id><published>2007-10-06T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T00:55:31.479+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sup!</title><content type='html'>CEnturies have passed since my last post. CENTuRies. Looking back, my foot.. was slightly fractured. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That is why&lt;/span&gt; it hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;dumb.&lt;br /&gt;but nway, didnt get bandages or anything. Doct said it'd be fine healing by itself. Well, it's almost healed now.. though I can still feel it sore sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so excited. Legoland tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;LEGOLAND&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;LEgoland legoland leGolAnd lEgolANd LegOlANd LEGolAnd lEGOLANd LEGOLAND&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-5666217338798938556?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5666217338798938556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5666217338798938556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5666217338798938556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5666217338798938556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/10/sup.html' title='sup!'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-4702914608595993150</id><published>2007-09-09T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:25:32.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i could feel better.. about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-4702914608595993150?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/4702914608595993150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=4702914608595993150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4702914608595993150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4702914608595993150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wish-i-could-feel-better.html' title=''/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5143593541361824741</id><published>2007-09-01T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:23:28.579Z</updated><title type='text'>Dumb</title><content type='html'>Chinnie n I were watching the 2nd movie of the night, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Queen&lt;/span&gt;, it bore the hell out of us. I fell into deeeep sleep on the sofa. Woke up an hr later with my left leg totally asleep...numb. 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood up without realising my left foot wasn't flat on the floor, put my weight wrongly somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the top left part of my left foot hurts real bad cos I think I stretched a ligament or something. It's like when you twitst ur ankle only that now it's the foot you talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna laugh.. n cry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-5143593541361824741?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5143593541361824741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5143593541361824741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5143593541361824741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5143593541361824741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/09/dumb.html' title='Dumb'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-6201356108551849006</id><published>2007-08-09T23:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:03:49.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LA Here I COME!!</title><content type='html'>I'd been thinking that California could be a good place for my career because it's known to be expert in what I do (or so I've read), and that maybe I would go there some time, somehow. Always thought that my company only had an office in New York and nowhere else in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out they opened a new office in LA last year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not move to London next year after all... might just go to LA straight!&lt;br /&gt;Or I can still go to the London office for a year and then to LA next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excitedddd I keep getting more and more options!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, from now on I'm gonna put all my heart and soul into mastering &lt;a href="http://www.iesve.com/content/default.asp"&gt;IES&lt;/a&gt; and self-training hard after work so that I'll be able to go wherever I want to when time comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like no1 can stop my desire to fly everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buro Happold I love you=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my world? I'll help you design it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-6201356108551849006?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/6201356108551849006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=6201356108551849006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6201356108551849006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6201356108551849006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/08/woot.html' title='LA Here I COME!!'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-8932449942582990604</id><published>2007-07-25T02:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:44:11.735+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>You lose track of time&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what date it is.&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays and weekends don't make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;Shops opening times determine your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;. When they open, it's daytime. When they close, it's night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, you only care about dinner, tv, and sleep. Unless you go out for a couple of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise,&lt;br /&gt;when dinner is over and rubbish morning infomercials take over the tv, there is only "sleep" left on the list to fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't feel like going to bed. only feel like wasting time. This is the only time you can waste time and not wake up guilt-striken the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide to surf through facebook, friendster, yahoo mail, hotmail, gmail, youtube...and finally think that it might be a good idea to drop by your own blog and write some nonsense out of your half-asleep state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which probably bores you enough to face your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-8932449942582990604?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/8932449942582990604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=8932449942582990604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8932449942582990604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8932449942582990604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/07/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-2998902625558282190</id><published>2007-07-17T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:43:33.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God speaks with me</title><content type='html'>or at least I'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doc's with dad for the analysis results. She said there could be a possibility that dad could be ill. rather ill.  almost &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; don't like to use &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that word&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And made an appointment with the specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went for a walk around town (Barcelona), did some shopping for my dad,  had a drink. Then i went to meet up with a friend I hadn't seen in years. Had another drink with him, and caught up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he left, I walked around town a bit to clear my head.. didn't know whether I should worry or what I could do. decided to go to FNAC listen to a couple of CDs. Randomly picked up 2, hoped they'd soothe my anxiety/confusion, or send me a breath of enlightment. I scanned one and it wouldnt play. I scanned the other and it wouldnt play either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a pack of 3 CDs right on top of the scanner-player so I just took it n scanned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, it played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry... be happy!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby McFerrin's  "Don't worry be happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a my eyes well up, while i smiled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can trust this.. God bless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-2998902625558282190?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/2998902625558282190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=2998902625558282190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2998902625558282190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2998902625558282190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-speaks-with-me.html' title='God speaks with me'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-1662850242237198421</id><published>2007-06-14T00:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:18:25.054+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to share this!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST CLASS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/05/done.html"&gt;dissertation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoOohOOoOOo!!! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emailed my supervisor to ask him for some comments cos I couldn't wait till they release the results, n he replied an unexpectedly longggggg email with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" ...A really good mark and just considered to be a First Class piece of work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The presentation of the work was excellent. The use of English was clear and diagrams were used to good effect. Particularly you were able to use your results well and developed some useful conclusions. This is an important plus point..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and very constructive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;" The next comment is a bit of a double edged sword. You considered the advice I gave you to good effect, you worked hard to explore those issues that we discussed and you were altogether an excellent student. However,you might have developed some aspects a bit further on your own account, and I think you should develop a bit more confidence in your own judgement. I believe I saw this develop within you as thesis went on and I do hope this was so... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jenny from class told me one day that she dreamt of me telling her that I got First for my dissertation. And indeed I have! Do you want her number? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip! Hurray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long days and nights of effort and stress by this computer have paid off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-1662850242237198421?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/1662850242237198421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=1662850242237198421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1662850242237198421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1662850242237198421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-to-share-this.html' title='I have to share this!!!'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-2836498518349242975</id><published>2007-06-13T01:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T01:36:31.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates soon</title><content type='html'>but before that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am really really happy these days=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy everyday=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, I'm very happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a happy girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-2836498518349242975?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/2836498518349242975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=2836498518349242975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2836498518349242975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2836498518349242975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/06/updates-soon.html' title='Updates soon'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5344649620791584475</id><published>2007-05-29T01:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T01:16:38.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Road Trip</title><content type='html'>Last Friday midnight we suddenly decided to rent a car and go on a short road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually it lasted ~ 800++miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many photos. crazy videos. =) . Had so much funnn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; road trip we had planned for next week. which falls on &lt;strong&gt;my Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. have lots of things to sort out tmr: housing, final project exhibition stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need Kuoooli-ty sleep=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-5344649620791584475?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5344649620791584475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5344649620791584475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5344649620791584475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5344649620791584475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-from-road-trip.html' title='Back from Road Trip'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-4643965262979576899</id><published>2007-05-24T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:54:54.699+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive I'm still alive</title><content type='html'>I'm just enjoying my new found freedom so haven't been socialising &lt;em&gt;online&lt;/em&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love crunchyroll=) always. forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing some serious house-hunting with a spear and shield...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. eat. crunchyroll. cook. sleep. crunchyroll. friends. walk. sports. sunbathe. eat. stroll. bake. laugh. crunchyroll. sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-4643965262979576899?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/4643965262979576899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=4643965262979576899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4643965262979576899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4643965262979576899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-still-alive-im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive I&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-944869018912167629</id><published>2007-05-16T23:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:09:51.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight is a night to remember</title><content type='html'>This is my last night. Last night revising for an exam as a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last night of my life revising as a student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last night of my life revising as a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night of my life revising as a student. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I repeat it a few times, the significance of this night knocks on me rather hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird, almost nostalgic. To think that my student life will end in just about 12 hrs from now. I almost don't want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years of school. A whole lifetime. Tonight is my last night in this life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beginning to feel a lil sour. I think I'm gonna lick every letter off my notes and savour these last couple of hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as a &lt;strong&gt;student&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-944869018912167629?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/944869018912167629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=944869018912167629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/944869018912167629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/944869018912167629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/05/tonight-is-night-to-remember_16.html' title='Tonight is a night to remember'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-1045415242475382199</id><published>2007-05-15T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:19:32.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-1045415242475382199?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/1045415242475382199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=1045415242475382199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1045415242475382199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1045415242475382199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need-to-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5774355001260138661</id><published>2007-05-12T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T02:03:33.608+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate antidote</title><content type='html'>When nothing else works,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not coffee&lt;br /&gt;Not cereals&lt;br /&gt;Not chocolate milk oats&lt;br /&gt;Not upbeat music&lt;br /&gt;Not even dancing in the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to your nearest shop and get a Chocolate Muffin and a bar of milk/dark chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;Pour yourself a glass of cold milk.&lt;br /&gt;Sure it feels good now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-5774355001260138661?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5774355001260138661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5774355001260138661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5774355001260138661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5774355001260138661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-everything-else-fails.html' title='The ultimate antidote'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5361324140183864690</id><published>2007-05-10T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:43:12.556+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>"Happy Mother's Day (More Than Love)" - Original Song</title><content type='html'>[D.Choi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LRtGimJE6-4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LRtGimJE6-4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried not to flood my blog with his vids, but this time it's kinda hard man.. because he loves his mum, and so do I.love his mum. for creating him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, naa, I love mine=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...but..maybe I do love his mum..cos I love him a lil too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. I have so much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, not for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the road to insanity... mummm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-5361324140183864690?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5361324140183864690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5361324140183864690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5361324140183864690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5361324140183864690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day-more-than-love.html' title='&quot;Happy Mother&apos;s Day (More Than Love)&quot; - Original Song'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-3749532209424429909</id><published>2007-05-10T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T12:55:06.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AAARGGHHHHHHHHHHAGsor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asproijapoelgirejgtASE:TIPOASEFVMDSROPGUEWR""£_$%(£$^%$^()~%^*!£_~@}DF{?SRDS}A+W£][#';./s.d¬\,&lt;&gt;?@~{}+_¬!"£$%^&amp;%"£$%"£$%+_*dsaFawe+_!¬"$£}{~:@?&gt;\.,?/asproijapoelgirejgtASE:TIPOASEFVMDSROPGUEWR"£_$%(£$^%$^()~%^*!£_~@}DF{?SRDS}A+W£][#';./s.d¬\ghk';&lt;/div&gt;,&lt;&gt;?@~{}+_¬!"£$%^&amp;%"£$%"£$%+_*+_!¬"$£}{~:@?&gt;\.,?/asproijapoelgirejgtASE:TIPOASEFVMDSROPGUEWR"£_$%(£$^%$^()~%^*!£_~@}DF{?SRDS}A+W£][#';./s.d¬\,&lt;&gt;?@~{}+_¬!"£$%^&amp;%"£$%"£$%oipdt+_*+_!¬"$£}{~:@?&gt;\.,?/&lt;br /&gt;asproijapoelgirejgtASE:TIPOASEFVMDSROPGUEWR"£_$%(£$^%$^()~%p;~#^*!£_~@}DF{?SRDS}A+W£][#';./s.da¬\,&lt;&gt;?@~{}+_¬!"£$sdfv%^&amp;%"£$%"£$%+_*+_!¬"$£}{~:@?&gt;\.,?/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASEPRIagkreal;tpjawe;toauiwerw302-42iqpo0tkihswp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? What you say? You don't understand what I just wrote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head feels like it's filled with a thick letter soup. Everything that goes in merely gets mixed with this incoherent paste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-3749532209424429909?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/3749532209424429909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=3749532209424429909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/3749532209424429909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/3749532209424429909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/05/aaargghhhhhhhhhhagsor.html' title=''/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-645747172585278083</id><published>2007-05-05T21:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T21:54:59.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PREPIX - streetjam 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W291uunL2u4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W291uunL2u4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How coooooool is that???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-645747172585278083?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/645747172585278083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=645747172585278083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/645747172585278083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/645747172585278083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/05/prepix-streetjam-2005.html' title='PREPIX - streetjam 2005'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7244771378373811785</id><published>2007-05-03T14:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:03:08.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstitious? - Kevjumba</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R5aqIMh8lkQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R5aqIMh8lkQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7672489-7244771378373811785?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7244771378373811785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7244771378373811785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7244771378373811785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7244771378373811785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/05/superstitious-kevjumba.html' title='Superstitious? - Kevjumba'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-4441876061301838506</id><published>2007-05-02T23:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T09:28:11.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain cell regeneration. Any tips?</title><content type='html'>After battling through some 83 pages of MS-Word, printing half a stack of white 100gsm paper n some others of 120gsm, emptying a couple of black and colour ink catridges... n kungfuing my Monday through like JAckie Chan's Rush Hour2, I've sunk into a 'Void' mental state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it. .. i cant even think of the right word now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of my brain cells has perished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I took a break yesterday, I still feel that I havent recovered them. Don't they reproduce themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, after accomplishing Mission 1, I dazed through the rest of the evening... went to Sainsbury's for groceries..I'd think of something to buy, walk till the end of the isle and forget what I wanted. I'd stop, think, remember.. walk to my destination, get distracted by something else, pick that something up, put it down, and forget again what I was gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, I found myself walkin round and round.... groceries proved an impossible task to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, started doing some light revision for the upcoming exams.. n I can feel the drop in concentration span. Mum always said "Eat fish n you'll be smarter. Take cod oil capsules." I do!... perhaps I should increase my dosage to boost the regeneration of those brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain damage. I feel mentally challenged. Incapacitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went running this evening, to work that squishy organ of mine, give it a bit more fresh air and some endorphins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now It's telling me I'm done for the day. Hardly midnight and I'm nodding off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right boss, Mr. Brain, your wish is my command. Off to bed. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-4441876061301838506?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/4441876061301838506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=4441876061301838506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4441876061301838506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4441876061301838506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/05/yet-another-battle-to-fight.html' title='Brain cell regeneration. Any tips?'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-3721093387848361053</id><published>2007-05-01T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:45:08.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RjcY_LwaKeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/58nH3iIC96E/s1600-h/cover+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059540180140698082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RjcY_LwaKeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/58nH3iIC96E/s400/cover+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;83 pages &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15 credits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handed in yesterday.  barely 20min b4 office closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-hr sleep straight. still feeling kinda soft. like egg pudding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-3721093387848361053?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/3721093387848361053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=3721093387848361053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/3721093387848361053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/3721093387848361053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/05/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RjcY_LwaKeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/58nH3iIC96E/s72-c/cover+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-8608622019270528647</id><published>2007-04-29T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T12:55:56.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of dissertation</title><content type='html'>These days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain works 24hrs. My body sleeps a measly number of hours but even then my brain refuses to shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream about my dissertation&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and my brain is already thinking about my dissertation&lt;br /&gt;Before I wake up, I visualise myself finishing sentences of my dissertation&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of my bro saying to me that the layout thing I found would work&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt paragraphs of my writings&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt I was typing&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt I was thinking while I typed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna throw up a string of black Myriad Pro fonts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing a dissertation is like running a marathon. Gotta keep your pace slow and steady till you're about to see the finishing line, then you dash and squeeze every last drop of glucose in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's barely past noon. I'm planning to finish this + print it in the next 12hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is fine. I still dance around my room.&lt;br /&gt;My brain is gasping for air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-8608622019270528647?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/8608622019270528647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=8608622019270528647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8608622019270528647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8608622019270528647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-day-of-dissertation.html' title='Last day of dissertation'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-3450846449676013303</id><published>2007-04-24T02:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:29:49.637+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Night</title><content type='html'>I love the night. Late night. When everyone else is asleep. When there is no outside distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just me and the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just me and the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me and my dissertation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When twilight ends, and everything awakens, I can't help but feel being absorbed by everything under the sun. Now it's dark, and I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some serious intellectual writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself liking to work in this half-dazed state of mind. Like when you're high and dance your night away as if there is no tomorrow. Like Isaac Mendez in Heroes paints the future when he's doped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm half-asleep, I'm half-high, and my subsconscious takes over to do the work that my conscious self is always too slow to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I watched too much Heroes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-3450846449676013303?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/3450846449676013303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=3450846449676013303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/3450846449676013303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/3450846449676013303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/night.html' title='Night'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-2236771519012385831</id><published>2007-04-20T22:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:10:15.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WHat is wrong wtih my body?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatigue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im goin to bed now. 10pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-2236771519012385831?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/2236771519012385831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=2236771519012385831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2236771519012385831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2236771519012385831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-wrong-wtih-my-body.html' title='WHat is wrong wtih my body?'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-4108095721476105071</id><published>2007-04-18T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:42:55.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Tech College, US</title><content type='html'>News of the &lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/us_and_americas/article1671762.ece"&gt;deadliest campus massacre in US history &lt;/a&gt;are slowly getting to this side of the world. Had initially heard bits and pieces of first-hand news from some friends in the US, but it was only until further reports and videos came out on the net that I began feeling rather disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My deepest condolences to the victims and the families.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May God bless you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no words for this. I feel sad for the victims, for their loved ones, for the killer, for his family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-4108095721476105071?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/4108095721476105071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=4108095721476105071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4108095721476105071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4108095721476105071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/virginia-tech-college-us.html' title='Virginia Tech College, US'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-6286643064076438783</id><published>2007-04-18T02:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:49:18.949+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>The reason I leave things till the 13th hour</title><content type='html'>Major discovery, ladies and gentlemen, Miss Kuo has discovered the reason behind her perpetual procrastination. Why does she not do work during the day? Why does she not start real work till long after sunset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all about the energy balance, ladies and gentlemen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the basic fight-or-flight human instinct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it gets dark, and after more than half of the 24hrs has been spent doing everything other than what's to be done, the Warning Signal in Cris's body goes off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Energy running low]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Time running out]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence she focuses all the remaining resources on one, and one activity only - work. Adrenaline rushes into the bloodstream, such as when one comes across an emergency and is forced to flee or fight. Cristina is a fighter. Cristina fights her arduous battle with Excel and MSWord, Cristina fights long and hard.. never giving up till she's the last one standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adrenaline + 120% focus reap a 300% efficiency. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;300% @ 4 hours = 90% @ ~17 hours++ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than accountable for 15hrs of 0.05% productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, you have just presenced a moment of great revelations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-6286643064076438783?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/6286643064076438783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=6286643064076438783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6286643064076438783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6286643064076438783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/reason-i-leave-things-till-13th-hour.html' title='The reason I leave things till the 13th hour'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7972799199255224516</id><published>2007-04-15T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:42:20.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I get from my friends</title><content type='html'>Waichin just got back from &lt;a href="http://www.lake-district.gov.uk/"&gt;Lake District&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053647583912479378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RiIps8MdSpI/AAAAAAAAACs/lP3Q9056Je8/s320/home_header_med_nologo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lake District National Park is the largest in England, covering fells, lakes, villages, towns and beaches.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she bought me a little souvenir, and the first thing that crossed my mind was: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a patch of grass, a jar of stones, or some water from the river... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would've thought that she'd buy me &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053645384889223794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RiIns8MdSnI/AAAAAAAAACc/WC9rzKTC62g/s320/timelinepeterrabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A children's book &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[original edition]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lol!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Apparently Beatrix Potter lived around Lake District...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I read it out loud to myself just now, in the best British accent I could make. hehe.. It's been a longgg time since I felt like such a kid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;"Now run along, and don't get into mischief. I am goin out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-7972799199255224516?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7972799199255224516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7972799199255224516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7972799199255224516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7972799199255224516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-i-get-from-my-friends.html' title='Things I get from my friends'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RiIps8MdSpI/AAAAAAAAACs/lP3Q9056Je8/s72-c/home_header_med_nologo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7211235031707740262</id><published>2007-04-15T09:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:28:02.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-7211235031707740262?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7211235031707740262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7211235031707740262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7211235031707740262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7211235031707740262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-4177660295311621318</id><published>2007-04-15T01:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:33:25.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I've run out of things to say</title><content type='html'>eallyI can only see tables and graphs and dots, circles, squares, numbers...Im not even looking at what im typing now. I;m staring at the ugly flowery rreddish curtain in fron tof me as my neck relaxes itself on the seat support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyeslids are beginning to droop. in fact i think im falling asleep.. eyes half shut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing how i can occontinue tying. wonder h ow many typos i;m making..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.. wat was i talkin about/// yea.. bout not havin anything to say cos ..omh an image of a peacock just flashed in my mind. .. random.. i cant focus.. as you've noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. i was tryin to say.. how my brain is inmersed in excel.. those little rectabgles which can concede you miracles. cut and paste. copy and paste. marvellous invention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am still refusing to look at the monitor cos i want to let my eyes ease offf for a bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can feel my stomach churning on its acid.. -yawns- my eyes are drooping lower n lower.. im in a position that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep for a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is enopugh , gona post tihs n go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-4177660295311621318?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/4177660295311621318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=4177660295311621318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4177660295311621318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4177660295311621318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-run-out-of-things-to-say.html' title='I&apos;ve run out of things to say'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-2149097312767509881</id><published>2007-04-13T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:20:09.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>not again..</title><content type='html'>it's 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-2149097312767509881?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/2149097312767509881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=2149097312767509881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2149097312767509881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2149097312767509881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-again.html' title='not again..'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-8325952786732225213</id><published>2007-04-09T23:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:19:35.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest Sijie</title><content type='html'>If you see this before you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; forgotten about your Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to call you but by the time I was gonna do it, it was too late in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still 9April over here so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish.. you'll think about me more often&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd give me some more love&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd send me more money&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd send me some food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.... actually, I wish we could be back in Sec school and walk around town with a litre of Milk each. Just last week I was telling my friends about our milky habits... cos.. I bought a pint of milk to drink in the movies, n they thought it was rather queer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could celebrate your birthday for you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame that last September was a lil too early to celebrate ur birth...Maybe you should've been more &lt;em&gt;Sitian-ish&lt;/em&gt; n demand us to celebrate it for you too, in spite the 1/2yr difference. For once that we were all in Sg. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May you have brighter days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filled with countless smiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Immense Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xxx Cris 07 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-8325952786732225213?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/8325952786732225213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=8325952786732225213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8325952786732225213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8325952786732225213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-dearest-sijie.html' title='My Dearest Sijie'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-3805842832084961924</id><published>2007-04-09T17:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:33:33.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>tiredtiredtiredtiredtired&lt;br /&gt;tiredtiredtiredtiredtired&lt;br /&gt;tiredtiredtiredtiredtired&lt;br /&gt;tiredtiredtiredtiredtired&lt;br /&gt;tiredtiredtiredtiredtired&lt;br /&gt;tiredtiredtiredtiredtired&lt;br /&gt;tiredtiredtiredtiredtired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiredtiredtiredtiredtired&lt;br /&gt;tiredtiredtiredtiredtired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a nap&lt;br /&gt;2. Do 50 starjumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-3805842832084961924?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/3805842832084961924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=3805842832084961924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/3805842832084961924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/3805842832084961924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7001833701329444472</id><published>2007-04-09T10:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:47:59.609+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NEver So upset over a sunny day</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning to a cloudy sky, and for once I was exhilarated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2hrs later, it's sunny as hell can be.. and it just gets onto my already poorly developed nerves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGHHHHHHhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask?? You British Weatherman!!! I neEd some clouds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only have ONE reading left to take! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for an overcast day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Com'on!! Give me some clouds! Do I have to do a Rain Dance or what??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-7001833701329444472?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7001833701329444472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7001833701329444472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7001833701329444472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7001833701329444472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/never-so-upset-over-sunny-day.html' title='NEver So upset over a sunny day'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7260682582807828472</id><published>2007-04-08T01:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:32:41.371+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>Song of the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whisper&lt;/strong&gt; - Ernie Halter - Acoustic version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBU6k7DVyY8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBU6k7DVyY8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7672489-7260682582807828472?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7260682582807828472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7260682582807828472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7260682582807828472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7260682582807828472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/song-of-night.html' title='Song of the night'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7947176317532765841</id><published>2007-04-06T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T10:44:49.641+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>"Because of You" - Ne-Yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4IKx3H1dTw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4IKx3H1dTw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7672489-7947176317532765841?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7947176317532765841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7947176317532765841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7947176317532765841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7947176317532765841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/because-of-you-ne-yo.html' title='&quot;Because of You&quot; - Ne-Yo'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-8178283681573976308</id><published>2007-04-05T19:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:20:00.519+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>Exam-mode</title><content type='html'>Slowly getting into this stressed-up mode, where all I can think of is &lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;. Mornings, when I wake up and my heart starts accelerating as the schedule of the day runs through my mind. Plans, which I make but don't manage to fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I have on track is running and x-training. Maybe I spend too much energy there.. but it felt so good to run on the tracks today, under the sun=) 8 laps just whizzed past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done most of my experiments for the windows.haha.. just got a couple more readings to take, so for the time being I'm supposed to be writing up on the background information....background information...kinda just &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;fad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;es into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;gro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;und....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a business name card from my future company taped on top of my monitor. It's supposed to remind me that I better work my ass off now or they won't be giving me pocket money to buy my this and that and whatnots for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I still log on Youtube and crunchyroll. Recently found that one of my favourite Spanish comedy shows is on Youtube...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shall leave you with a newly uploaded song from my fav tube musician:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Always Hurt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Original Song by David Choi - Acoustic Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJNYDJcUbLQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJNYDJcUbLQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo.. What can I do? if guys keep falling for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ok, that's meant to b sarcastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-8178283681573976308?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/8178283681573976308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=8178283681573976308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8178283681573976308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8178283681573976308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/exam-mode.html' title='Exam-mode'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-4963833211580168823</id><published>2007-04-01T17:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T20:51:55.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No wonder I'm beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 miles =~ 8km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did 10.5km running/x-trainer in the gym. ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To burn off all that celebration food I've had these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I feel all &lt;em&gt;soft&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048506052112016882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/Rg_lgZqL5fI/AAAAAAAAACM/VFJy0cMR5j8/s320/IMGP3040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm sick of food&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-4963833211580168823?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/4963833211580168823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=4963833211580168823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4963833211580168823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4963833211580168823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-wonder-im-beat.html' title='No wonder I&apos;m beat'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/Rg_lgZqL5fI/AAAAAAAAACM/VFJy0cMR5j8/s72-c/IMGP3040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-2987544859355013215</id><published>2007-03-29T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:52:02.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya'll I got IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got the job!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT THE JOB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT THE JOB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;em&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;YYYOoo!!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; was just part of my complot &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-ahem- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt; to myself! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;CRIS You Rawwwwk&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-2987544859355013215?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/2987544859355013215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=2987544859355013215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2987544859355013215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2987544859355013215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/yall-i-got-it.html' title='Ya&apos;ll I got IT!'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-9003481450699568099</id><published>2007-03-29T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T01:08:55.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Dean</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the engineering world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're finally &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; this circle, when you can no longer write fluidly. Fluidly.-- This word exists doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. I felt the same longgg time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now you can feel my pain as I struggle to finish each sentence. properly. everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least we've learnt Greek. α+ φ [θω - 2ψ(σx +ζy+εξμλz²) ] ... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-9003481450699568099?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/9003481450699568099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=9003481450699568099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/9003481450699568099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/9003481450699568099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/dear-dean.html' title='Dear Dean'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5779289849278199032</id><published>2007-03-26T19:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:29:14.002+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>OH MY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHaAHHAAHAHAH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHahAHahAHah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit... I don't know whether I should cry or Laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;YOU KNOW whAT I JUST DID?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I said I wrote &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;them &lt;/span&gt;an email to ask them abt my application status.. the lady was v nice n emailed me right back this mornin n apologised n said she'd b in position to tell me by this week...blahbalh... and then later in the afternoon, a couple of hours ago, one of the guys who interviewed me called me n apologised for the delay, and explained what they were doing etc etc.. I talked to him with my best behaviour and polite grammar and all.. all went fine.. after that I emailed the lady n said thanks, tried to appear v nice n sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago, I was smsin my friend &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ninja turtle&lt;/span&gt;.. and as I put down the phone I saw a missed call from my other friend. I pressed "Call back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the phone rang for a while, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;my friend &lt;/span&gt;answered and I exclaimed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;YYYOO!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i heard a guy's voice &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"Hello this is Richard speaking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something didn't seem right. I immediately hung up. And 3sec later I realised what I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I phoned my &lt;strong&gt;Interviewer&lt;/strong&gt; from earlier today and said&lt;br /&gt;"YO!!" !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and hung up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHhahAHhAHHAhA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hAHAHhaHAHHHAHAhaHAHah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f*ck I feel so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is, it's not the 1st time I screw up callin/smsin the most inappropiate person in the world at that point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HAhahAHHAhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that comforts me is that at least I didn't say something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"YO!! WASSUp! Feeling lonely??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd... I hope he finds it as funny as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might just* be what they needed to confirm an acceptance to their firm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-5779289849278199032?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5779289849278199032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5779289849278199032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5779289849278199032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5779289849278199032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-my.html' title='OH MY'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-6008555014406813496</id><published>2007-03-25T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T01:11:54.015+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WHOLE WASTED DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGH.. I hate it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've wasted the whole day. Done nothing constructive. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wrote an enquiry email abt my application status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Had lunch and dinner. Woke up too late for breakfast. No wait, I had my breakfast oatmeal for my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Youtubed in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MSNed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Internet-called my mum n bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crunchyrolled in the evening. Started on new series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tried to stop crunchyrolling... back to Tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Took a blank piece of paper, in attempt to plan my work. Wrote 5 miserable lines. 10 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shafted the piece of paper to one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got out of Tube, went to Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Googled random things/websites/people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Found some blogs from google. Read random people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Felt like a stalker. Went for a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Decided I'd go run/x-train for 8km tmr morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 10 words... were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dissertation&lt;br /&gt;2. Structures 5 Exam&lt;br /&gt;3. Facade Engineering Exam&lt;br /&gt;4. Hydraulics Exam&lt;br /&gt;5. Economics Essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep fear of writing them out. Once on paper, they are staring back at me.. and I can just hear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ooO Crissie... You know what's awaiting you.. *sniggers* This is the start of your yearly hellish month. Oh yeah, c'on baby."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I can see evil on that white paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to run away from reality. Someone, help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-6008555014406813496?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/6008555014406813496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=6008555014406813496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6008555014406813496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6008555014406813496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-whole-wasted-day.html' title='ONE WHOLE WASTED DAY'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-383356547086697293</id><published>2007-03-25T02:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T17:19:46.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And so Easter Break begins..</title><content type='html'>Eating till you're filled to the brim is bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with your filled stomach is painful. &lt;strong&gt;Extremely&lt;/strong&gt; painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"AAhh don't &lt;strong&gt;STOP &lt;/strong&gt;correcting my English!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know you can use "justify" to make your paragraphs look like a neat reactangle.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know you could drag a box down in excel so all numbers appeared"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just found out that you could cut and paste from a PDF "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know the cleaner comes to the lib at 4am.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My coursemate was so sleepy he talked to the cleaner to keep himself awake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things you can learn from your friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a &lt;em&gt;workshop&lt;/em&gt; abt &lt;strong&gt;MSWord&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Excel&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Referencing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;systems&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;IE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Google&lt;/strong&gt;.. after dinner. Must be the sugar rush. We started talking nonsense, and one thing led to another... and before we knew it we were well into exchanging &lt;em&gt;tips&lt;/em&gt; on report typing. Shame. After almost 4 years in uni, with barely 3 months left... we found out &lt;strong&gt;many basic things&lt;/strong&gt; that could've saved us hours/days of work if we had this chat 3 yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shame on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So Spring has officially begun, and Bath's Half-Marathon is tomorrow morning. If the weather permits, I might go n take a look..maybe. I just lost an hour due to the Daylight Saving thingy. My PC says it's 3am. My body says its 2. I refuse to let computers take over my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though, I'm beginning to feel sleepy... it's all that chicken soup, baked wine chicken, stir-fry, black pepper beef, bread pudding, ice cream... finally digesting in my stomach. A word of advice, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't crack up while you're eating.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it hurts like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm going to give in to this soothing satisfaction of having delicacies dissolving in my stomach, and go to bed. Not because the world says its 3. No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-383356547086697293?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/383356547086697293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=383356547086697293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/383356547086697293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/383356547086697293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-so-easter-break-begins.html' title='And so Easter Break begins..'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-8216665554193061092</id><published>2007-03-23T23:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-05T20:42:20.133+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Mixed emotions</title><content type='html'>It's weird. I feel like I've just travelled around the world in 15min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I decided to explore the Americas on Google Map. Just one of those random things that occur to me.. maybe all those American shows n stuff have subsconsciously lead me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first I was lookin at the general geographical state of the continent, and then started zooming in and panning from one state to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered, "hey, doesn't this thing have a satellite view?" and I clicked on it.. and wow, suddenly I felt like I was in one of those CIA, LAPD, SWAT movies where they track the movement of a chip stuck onto someone's car ... quite exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there I moved on and typed "Madrid". Still on aerial satellite view, I managed to find my way back to my house by following the major city landmarks and streets. In 3min, I found myself staring at my street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed "Singapore" next, zoomed in and out a bit.. moved the map a little and when I switched to normal Map mode, I was lookin at my Secondary school's compound. I couldn't really recognise it from satellite view, but then of course I've never been to my school's roof. There was a very posh looking huge swimming pool right opposite my school. Where did that come from?? .. anyway, i traced back to my Aunt's place, then to Sitian's place (since it's so near) and then I realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 months, I realised: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why Sitian never received my Christmas Card&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Because I sent it to the road next to hers. It should be &lt;em&gt;Seletar Terrace&lt;/em&gt; and I wrote &lt;em&gt;Seletar &lt;strong&gt;ROAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!! So much for staying over her place...yet not knowin the exact address. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was "Barcelona". This was a little more tricky, because if you've been there before, you'd know that the city is made up of identical blocks, with only a diagonal street, actually called "Diagonal", across it... so I clicked on "hybrid" and soon I was lookin at my BCN house. Wondered what dad was doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even typed "Bath", but quickly lost interest... the tiny odd-shaped town with spaghetti roads only reminded me that I'm still here. There's no much to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, within 15min or so, I feel like I've toured the world. Places I've been, places I've lived, places where loved ones reside... and places I'd like to go - U.S.A. - Haven't been, and have always wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how small the world seems in a screen, how fast you can move from one continent to another, yet how much detail lies within each square as you zoom in. I feel funny now. Somewhat nostalgic, with a lil bit of excitement and a lil bit of disappointment plus a glimpse of hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Break has officially begun, but this year I'm confining myself to Bath in order to attain a higher level of wisdom. Maybe that is why I've gone to see home on google map, since I won't be goin back to Spain. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, yesterday's post about you, my friends, being stalkers has given my gd old friend YH in Malaysia the drive to write me an email sayin that he reads this everyday in the office... because he's bored and I brighten up his mornings.=) One &lt;em&gt;stalker&lt;/em&gt; has unveiled himself. Sweeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gettin real long. I prolly should go to bed and stop ranting...no class tmr.. so the more the reason I should sleep. Gdnight x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-8216665554193061092?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/8216665554193061092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=8216665554193061092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8216665554193061092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8216665554193061092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed emotions'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7296583592123871824</id><published>2007-03-23T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T19:37:18.472Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Videos'/><title type='text'>I Have to Deal With Stereotypes - Kev</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHaHAhAHahAH&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHahAhah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis is possibly the funniest sh*T I've seen EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nbZ9zJ22WfQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nbZ9zJ22WfQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-7296583592123871824?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7296583592123871824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7296583592123871824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7296583592123871824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7296583592123871824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-to-deal-with-stereotypes-kev.html' title='I Have to Deal With Stereotypes - Kev'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7883859626225028865</id><published>2007-03-22T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T16:29:02.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Life on Stand-by</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I realised that my entries are getting shorter and shorter, with no much insight into my life and rather been posting more and more vids or some random abstract things... Can't help it. I feel like I'm on Stand-by mode, lying dormant till I get that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; reply from them so that I can move on with my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of now... well.. and maybe &lt;strong&gt;Whittard's Hazelnut Coffee.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044774175073391922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RgKjYkVQVTI/AAAAAAAAACA/Agjk7tUbkMY/s320/112193.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my recent addiction. I wish I could drink 8 cups of that instead of water, but I think that's not a very good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder who still comes to my blog, since hardly anyone leaves comments, except for the usual few... and then I wonder, that perhaps you have some sort of stalker-behaviour. You come in and read my stuff and then leave quietly w/o saying "Hi".. then when I try to update you about recent news you say, "oh yeah I read it on your blog.", or pretend you didn't read about it cos you don't want to let me know that you know I have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been going on since I opened this blog, some 3 years ago. Now I just write mostly for myself and a few whom I think they come and check out on me every once in a while, and probably a couple more of stalkers such as Miss Heryanti (my sec sch teacher). I still don't know how she found this and it just makes me a little self-conscious of who I'm exposed to. Not that I don't like you reading this M Heryanti, you know how much we lov you=). Oh and by the way, I sent you an e-mail like you said but I'm still waiting for your reply! Please don't just &lt;em&gt;watch&lt;/em&gt; me from you home... it's a lil creepy. Talk to me! Oi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today WC and I were chatting about food in Asia, and about how shops/places of interest were open till midnight... and how I was so excited to see &lt;em&gt;sober&lt;/em&gt; people out in the streets at 11pm in Taipei, shopping, eating, hanging out....when I went back last Sept. I can never complain enough about this but let me say it again: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shops/leisure spots closing at 5.30pm in Bath gets on my nerves!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the point is, we were chatting and I said that if everything goes well, I'll try to go back and visit my Asian counterparts next summer(2008). After I get a job, save up, get my orthodontic treatment done (including that jaw operation), I'll go visit everyone again=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 2 weeks ago, my mum suddenly asked if I wanted to go back Taiwan this summer after I graduated, to have some fun before working. I couldn't believe that she asked me such a thing, since we don't usually go back 2 summers in a row... but before I could say anymore, she said, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you want to, you can work for a month in Uk, and pay your trip like last year. You know I don't have money=)..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that mean?? I never thought of going so soon, I thought she was gonna sponsor me on that...but she gave me a bubble of hope only to burst it 2min later. Then when I asked her why did she even ask me that, she just aswered innocently, &lt;em&gt;"Hmm.. I don't know, I just thought you might like to go Tw n sg see everyone.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm still refreshing my uni e-mail page every 10min, and there are no high-lighted messages. It's 15.20, my project management coursework is still waitin for me on the other IE window. I better not sit and stare at it all day like I did yesterday. I don't know why the world invests so much $ and time to achieve &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fastest Way To Weightloss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, when there is a more prominent issue we should tackle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to Beat Procrastination - The Fast Way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the root to all our problems. &lt;strong&gt;All&lt;/strong&gt;. Or at least to mine. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could some scientist please start a world-wide research on this? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, please. Don't leave it for later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-7883859626225028865?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7883859626225028865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7883859626225028865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7883859626225028865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7883859626225028865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-on-stand-by.html' title='Life on Stand-by'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RgKjYkVQVTI/AAAAAAAAACA/Agjk7tUbkMY/s72-c/112193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7541980318223646808</id><published>2007-03-21T15:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:14:27.788Z</updated><title type='text'>To: David Choi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RgFeFkVQVRI/AAAAAAAAABw/hYyRFv9dPQs/s1600-h/DChoi+Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044416507376850194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RgFeFkVQVRI/AAAAAAAAABw/hYyRFv9dPQs/s320/DChoi+Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RgFLPEVQVNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1c6A_5Z_DMI/s1600-h/DChoi+Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday!=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have the most &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;year filled with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;em&gt; H&lt;strong&gt;ealth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;W&lt;strong&gt;ealth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the awesome music you bring into our lives and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best of luck in upcoming jobs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe you'll go faaar faaaar... &lt;em&gt;faarrrr&lt;/em&gt;. Farther than ur sky dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hav sung you a birthday song but I'm afraid I can't sing for nuts.=P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care lots n see u on The Tube! or ur chatbox=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cris a.k.a &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RgFLvEVQVPI/AAAAAAAAABg/vt8IEZBAOQw/s1600-h/cookiemons.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RgFL1UVQVQI/AAAAAAAAABo/ugoFr172RQo/s1600-h/cookiemons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044396436994675970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RgFL1UVQVQI/AAAAAAAAABo/ugoFr172RQo/s320/cookiemons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ckl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-7541980318223646808?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7541980318223646808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7541980318223646808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7541980318223646808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7541980318223646808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/shout-out.html' title='To: David Choi'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/RgFeFkVQVRI/AAAAAAAAABw/hYyRFv9dPQs/s72-c/DChoi+Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-2467739098827986099</id><published>2007-03-19T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:16:16.038Z</updated><title type='text'>First time donating blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went surprisingly smoothly... almost felt like we went just for the heaps of cookies, tea, and juice. Kai used to get paid to &lt;s&gt;donate&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;sell&lt;/em&gt; blood when she was in California. Damn, for that I'd give blood everyday like a cow gives milk. well.. sort of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they don't pay us in UK, plus there's a limit of 3 times/yr max. I wonder who'll get my precious top-of-the-cream haemoglobin... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels kinda weird to see someone collect a bagful of red liquid from you, and handle it like a hot-water pack. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bet it felt warm. lol. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-2467739098827986099?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/2467739098827986099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=2467739098827986099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2467739098827986099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2467739098827986099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-time-donating-blood.html' title='First time donating blood'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-2633665676406893130</id><published>2007-03-17T22:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:00:19.904Z</updated><title type='text'>Today 17 March 2007</title><content type='html'>[22.20]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pledged to myself that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I start working and save up enough money,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will buy myself a digital piano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer live with this regret of letting go of a passion I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Oath (FFVIII Piano Collections)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w1FIj1-51AQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w1FIj1-51AQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watchin/listening to musicians vids for a while on YouTube. And everytime, something in me unlocks and I stop everything else I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers even started &lt;em&gt;playing&lt;/em&gt; the tune on the table. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-2633665676406893130?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/2633665676406893130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=2633665676406893130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2633665676406893130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2633665676406893130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-17-march-2007.html' title='Today 17 March 2007'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-6059101469218763130</id><published>2007-03-16T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:14:38.022Z</updated><title type='text'>Finally over</title><content type='html'>everything went well, everything went smoothly...&lt;br /&gt;We talked, we laughed..He &lt;em&gt;winked&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just sit n wait for the (hopefully) good news nxt week=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-6059101469218763130?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/6059101469218763130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=6059101469218763130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6059101469218763130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6059101469218763130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-over.html' title='Finally over'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7213620109885673232</id><published>2007-03-13T11:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:47:42.443Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>David Choi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't Mess With Me and My Homies" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Original Song - Acoustic Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4RFQRKDTNQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4RFQRKDTNQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Don't mess with me my homies&lt;br /&gt;cuz we play with little white ponies&lt;br /&gt;please don't whip out your mace&lt;br /&gt;Don't spray this pretty little face&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with me my homies&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we still live at home with our mommies&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to have to cry, anymore..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol he gives me the giggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That Girl"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Original Song - Acoustic Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lnio-pqLPgg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lnio-pqLPgg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7672489-7213620109885673232?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7213620109885673232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7213620109885673232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7213620109885673232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7213620109885673232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-mess-with-me-and-my-homies-david.html' title='David Choi'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-2963482650715288607</id><published>2007-03-12T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T14:53:23.201Z</updated><title type='text'>Going crazy</title><content type='html'>my brain hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did a &lt;strong&gt;freaking&lt;/strong&gt; long personality test asking the same things over and over... and over and over and over... and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over... and over and over and over... and over and over and over and over and over... and over and over and over and over and over again and over and over and over...and over and over and over...and over and over and over again for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;108&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were alllllll the same but just in slight different expressions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was quite exciting to receive an invitation for a 2nd interview from Company A within 1 day of sending my application. The lady said the online personality test would be 10min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fOot! and socks! and shoes! Bullshit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108 Pages of: &lt;u&gt;Choose &lt;strong&gt;Most&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Least&lt;/strong&gt; out of the 4 options below &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like to be with people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like to win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoy helping others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I make decisions without hesitation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoy the company of people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am fast making decisions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am ambitious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the website said ~50min, tho there's no time limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that I've been readin up on "&lt;strong&gt;Questionnaire Design / Behaviour Analysis&lt;/strong&gt;" books to create one for my dissertation. So without even wanting to do so, all I could think was &lt;em&gt;"Why are they using this word instead of that previous one?" "is there a difference?" "Are they out to get me?" "Are they trying to drive me mad??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took almost double that 50min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain juices have been squeezed dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd! this is inhuman! I like personality tests, but that was the worst Psycho test i've ever taken in my life. And I have taken almost everything possibly found (free) on the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-2963482650715288607?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/2963482650715288607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=2963482650715288607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2963482650715288607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/2963482650715288607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/going-crazy.html' title='Going crazy'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5337393693795860805</id><published>2007-03-11T16:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:01:57.902Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>I'm not sure</title><content type='html'>I've ever felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have, it must have been a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe, my heart pounds..I can't think of anything else except&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;Want&lt;/strong&gt; it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want it want it want it want it want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't concentrate on anything else. Imagination takes over my thoughts, my mind wanders off to bright hopes... Dreams played to perfection, I gaze out the window and my future appears in vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made my decision. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now I remember the last time I took a life-changing path - when I chose to apply to Bath as 1st and Imperial 2nd. It was all or nothing. Same when choosing Sec school. I seem to like to gamble with my life. Fortunately I've had luck on my side, or perhaps I've always subsconsciously known my odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parallel situation.&lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;, and only &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;. Though now it's the complex reality I'm playing with. Stakes are higher, but risks lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gamble. I love the adrenaline rush. Maybe too much, maybe I should go for a run...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-5337393693795860805?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5337393693795860805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5337393693795860805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5337393693795860805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5337393693795860805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-not-sure.html' title='I&apos;m not sure'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5860420780241596330</id><published>2007-03-09T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:34:33.974Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>Romeo &amp; Juliet - Kissing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/53xgnk_js6M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/53xgnk_js6M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7672489-5860420780241596330?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5860420780241596330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5860420780241596330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5860420780241596330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5860420780241596330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/romeo-juliet-kissing-you.html' title='Romeo &amp; Juliet - Kissing You'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5534632316797168397</id><published>2007-03-07T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-09T21:53:05.847Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Me and the gym</title><content type='html'>There's always been &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; between me and the gym. Something about those machines, that filtered air, people running in the same direction - each lost in their own thoughts -, something about the multiple tvs, headphones, big swiss balls, &lt;s&gt;smelly big guys&lt;/s&gt; ...that had me going back for more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while my legs and arms were pumping on the x-trainer, my mind drifted to some very strange thoughts. One of which was :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039316320123625938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/Re8_fmPMIdI/AAAAAAAAABA/CGzeqnJL_88/s320/gym+graph.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Motivation-Time Graph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;This is the exact visual I had in mind while working out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have currently reached:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Addiction Level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, I can feeeeel it. Again. It took me a while to get back on track, but here we are! Hello, Daily Adrenaline. Byebye, fat %.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 23.00 now, and I'm getting excited by the mere thought of running and xtrainin tmr morning. I felt the same thing last night. And the night before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obsession&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-5534632316797168397?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5534632316797168397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5534632316797168397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5534632316797168397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5534632316797168397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-and-gym.html' title='Me and the gym'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/Re8_fmPMIdI/AAAAAAAAABA/CGzeqnJL_88/s72-c/gym+graph.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-9017240653808607613</id><published>2007-03-05T23:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:06:38.291Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Videos'/><title type='text'>Queen vs Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jBAw43VROk8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jBAw43VROk8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7672489-9017240653808607613?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/9017240653808607613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=9017240653808607613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/9017240653808607613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/9017240653808607613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/queen-vs-queen.html' title='Queen vs Queen'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-846993643502605322</id><published>2007-03-03T00:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T13:35:43.621Z</updated><title type='text'>oooOOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Y&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eS&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; Discovery of the Year!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I wasn't wrong!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My first impression was right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My judgement was correct! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm normal!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-846993643502605322?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/846993643502605322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=846993643502605322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/846993643502605322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/846993643502605322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/oooooo.html' title='oooOOO!!'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-3305650005345418634</id><published>2007-03-01T00:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-01T01:06:02.626Z</updated><title type='text'>The worst 30sec of the day</title><content type='html'>Why?! oh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y??&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHY DO I have to subject myself to such atrocious &lt;strong&gt;AGONY &lt;/strong&gt;Everynight?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LISTERINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VILE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WHAT IS &lt;strong&gt;WRONG&lt;/strong&gt; with them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?? WHAT&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ARE&lt;/span&gt; THEY THINKING??! They're making even more powerful liquids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this pace you gonna dissolve my braces with it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARh!! the worst 30sec of the day..I'm in tears, and I can't feel my tongue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-3305650005345418634?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/3305650005345418634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=3305650005345418634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/3305650005345418634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/3305650005345418634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/03/worst-30sec-of-day.html' title='The worst 30sec of the day'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7157484270230523062</id><published>2007-02-27T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-09T21:48:24.022Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>CNY's Eve Dinner Photos</title><content type='html'>Before the 15-day Chinese New Year celebration is over, Here are the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bathac.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2052839&amp;l=56a75&amp;amp;id=204503574"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese New Year's Eve Reunion Dinner Photos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Each of us had to make 1 dish)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that those of you in Asia w/o facebook won't forget that I still do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;I know my promise is like 6months overdue ... but here are the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bathac.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2034067&amp;l=5ccac&amp;amp;id=204503574"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photos we took whilst my visit to Singapore and M'sia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not usually a fan of posting too many photos on my blog...cos I feel I need some privacy.. but since we're at it, what the heck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bathac.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2046144&amp;l=fb0ea&amp;amp;id=204503574"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are photos from Warner Bros Park Madrid&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(amusement park)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036308041196873458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/ReSPet77pvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oRVbadUjb2g/s320/superwoman.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bro had bought the Christmas season special opening tix as my pressie=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2004/09/warner-bros-park.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I loooove goin to the Warner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..again and again...and again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-7157484270230523062?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7157484270230523062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7157484270230523062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7157484270230523062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7157484270230523062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/02/cnys-eve-dinner-photos.html' title='CNY&apos;s Eve Dinner Photos'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/ReSPet77pvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oRVbadUjb2g/s72-c/superwoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5816783685033148512</id><published>2007-02-27T11:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:25:00.412Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Videos'/><title type='text'>Microsoft iPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aeXAcwriid0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aeXAcwriid0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7672489-5816783685033148512?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5816783685033148512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5816783685033148512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5816783685033148512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5816783685033148512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/02/microsoft-ipod.html' title='Microsoft iPod'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-8702932047957682584</id><published>2007-02-26T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:00:34.968Z</updated><title type='text'>Here I am</title><content type='html'>standing at a life turning point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice I make this coming month will determine..everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-8702932047957682584?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/8702932047957682584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=8702932047957682584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8702932047957682584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8702932047957682584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/02/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-1188377654502739935</id><published>2007-02-24T20:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:20:39.311Z</updated><title type='text'>Otro coursework de esos</title><content type='html'>que tienes que escribir sobre una infraestructura ya terminada y criticar el proceso de construcción, gestión, la calidad....etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo cual significa que lo haré sobre algo que esté en España, o que tenga la mayoría de la información en la web en Español. Más que nada porque asi me ahorro el riesgo de que me acusen de plagiar ya que traducir una hoja de Español a Inglés, es... traducir, no plagiar ¿no? Encima puedo evitar coincidir con otros compis de clase. ¡que genia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. que no me hago la lista eh... Bueno, a lo mejor un poco, pero este es un truco de vagos. jeje..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que me he decidido en la nueva terminal T4 del Aeropuerto de Barajas, Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y antes de que la gente que no se entera de este post se vaya de mi página, os pongo un Youtubi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English Version &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s3rGo-mzpOE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s3rGo-mzpOE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A que moooola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y además en inglish. Que no se quejen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-1188377654502739935?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/1188377654502739935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=1188377654502739935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1188377654502739935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1188377654502739935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/02/otro-coursework-de-esos_24.html' title='Otro coursework de esos'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-4709799355560001927</id><published>2007-02-22T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:08:12.709Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm still laughing</title><content type='html'>even after the video has finished playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those YouTube personal Vlogs are making me cry with laughter...HAHAhAhahaah..... I can't post them here cos there're too many. I think im suffering from an accumulation of watching too many "featured" vids in 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOL!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in the YouTube world are Awesome man.. I'm considering joining them. Maybe. But I won't let you guys know. Prolly disguise myself with some funky cheesy nick like sweetycandy15. cos I'm shy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-4709799355560001927?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/4709799355560001927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=4709799355560001927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4709799355560001927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4709799355560001927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-still-laughing.html' title='I&apos;m still laughing'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-6915203864838861917</id><published>2007-02-22T10:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:49:11.620Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>Breakfast videos of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beatboxing flute inspector gadget remix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/59ZX5qdIEB0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/59ZX5qdIEB0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beatboxing flute super mario brothers theme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/crfrKqFp0Zg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/crfrKqFp0Zg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How coOol is that!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to learn the flute when I was little, tho not quite in that sense, I only got as far as the recorder... and I was quite good with the piano and guitar u know, but it all went down the drain once I was sent to S'pore to study when I was 10. If only my parents had "brought me up" a bit longer, I might have just mastered at least 1 instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wouldn't be doing engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I just listen to my dad play the guitar over &lt;a href="http://www.voipstunt.com/en/splash_skype.html"&gt;Voipstunt&lt;/a&gt; whenever he learns a new piece. Haha he wants to post a vid on YouTube too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. I should really put some effort in music now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-6915203864838861917?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/6915203864838861917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=6915203864838861917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6915203864838861917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6915203864838861917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/02/breakfast-videos-of-day.html' title='Breakfast videos of the day'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-151651852001844007</id><published>2007-02-20T21:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T16:14:25.139Z</updated><title type='text'>My LCD</title><content type='html'>I've recently become too comfortable in my room, probably since I got myself a new TFT LCD a couple of weeks ago. I no longer find pleasure in the lib PCs, not even in doing random socialising with those on lib lev3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself spending more and more time in my room, with the justification that I ought to do my dissertation (that thing about &lt;em&gt;individual human response to windows&lt;/em&gt;) and the management essay; and that by gazin out the glass walls in the library, it is either too depressing because of the constant gloom outside, or that the occassional sunny days make the idea of strolling under the sun a temptation too hard to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I have a huge window right in front of me, but ever since that sunny day last week I escaped from lev3, &lt;strong&gt;Weatherman&lt;/strong&gt; hasn't bestowed us any more of that sun in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bath%2C_Somerset"&gt;Bath&lt;/a&gt;, giving me no much reason to leave the comfort of my seat. So, I spent 2 lazy days watching Heroes from Epi1 to 15, and.. many more hours crunchyrolling and youtubing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'll try get some stuff done tonight. That &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tube&lt;/span&gt; stuff really isn't good you know, I tried to give it up by focusing on crunchyroll &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(though it sounds counter-productive&lt;/span&gt;). Then my bro showed me the video &lt;a href="http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html"&gt;below&lt;/a&gt;. Not being able to get the songs out of my head is one thing, not being able to get &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tube&lt;/span&gt; out of my head bcos of that &lt;strong&gt;YouTube Love Song&lt;/strong&gt; is...just not helping with my situation.....Still, I love it. &lt;strong&gt;David Choi&lt;/strong&gt; Rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, I had a lil chat with my supervisor regarding my desired choice of work in practice, to clear my doubts before making applications. He said he'd arrange for me to speak to a few firms and let them show me what it's like and what they did, which is an awesome opportunity! Today he gave me a contact to arrange a time with and offered to give me a lift if I needed transport, since it's pretty far..... wow, I don't know what to say. Is that even acceptable? As in.. well.. I didn't expect he'd go to such great lengths. haha... it just doesn't seem something normal lecturers would do. Pple at the company might think he's my guardian or something lOL.. Don't get me wrong, he's CoOl.. I might just say yes, cos I can't think how else I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, that's gonna have some added value for my visit, right? With my CV prepared to be slipped on the table, and my &lt;strong&gt;senior-lecturer-who-has-given-me-a-lift&lt;/strong&gt; walking into the office beside me... that is gonna make some impression. hAhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, don't know if you're reading this but I just emailed you &lt;a href="http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2006/12/miss-heryanti.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Heryanti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. so check your email!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I suddenly feel like such a geek? Getting along so well with teachers...hmmm.. ok, I rly better go do some more research, n slp earli-er. Gym tmr morning. No excuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-151651852001844007?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/151651852001844007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=151651852001844007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/151651852001844007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/151651852001844007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-lcd.html' title='My LCD'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-1386165175020885276</id><published>2007-02-18T16:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:52:52.894Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>新年快乐！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for wishings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breath was taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;David Choi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Valentines&lt;/strong&gt;" - Original Song - Acoustic Version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2nfHJR9U3XQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2nfHJR9U3XQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a couple strollin down the street&lt;br /&gt;They're so in love, there's not a worry&lt;br /&gt;and to the clock they said goodbye, they ain't in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I feel kind of lonely&lt;br /&gt;ask myself where is my one and only&lt;br /&gt;until she comes to me, I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;until then I shouldn't be feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't let no Valentines get me down&lt;br /&gt;or when Christmas time comes around&lt;br /&gt;just cuz I'm alone right now&lt;br /&gt;don't' mean I should hold a frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh in the meantime love is here you'll find&lt;br /&gt;the simple things that slip your mind&lt;br /&gt;the joy of hope for better days&lt;br /&gt;you know that love can find it's ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finally find the one who you can call your own&lt;br /&gt;you can tell yourself the wait was worth it all&lt;br /&gt;cuz you got something to last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smile cuz there's so much in store&lt;br /&gt;the futures holds for me more than I will ever know&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't make no room for feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't let no Valentines get me down&lt;br /&gt;or when Christmas time comes around&lt;br /&gt;just cuz I'm alone right now&lt;br /&gt;don't' mean I should hold a frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh in the meantime love is here you'll find&lt;br /&gt;the simple things that slip your mind&lt;br /&gt;the joy of hope for better days&lt;br /&gt;you know that love can find it's ways ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;You Tube&lt;/strong&gt;" (A Love Song) - Original Song - Acoustic Version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FWPzxVMQU8g"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FWPzxVMQU8g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up in the morning youtube&lt;br /&gt;when I dream at night, youtube&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the day, youtube&lt;br /&gt;you consume my life, youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help, but think of you&lt;br /&gt;I just love the things you do&lt;br /&gt;allow the people,&lt;br /&gt;to post our videos, we love you youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the founders&lt;br /&gt;some Asian and some white dude&lt;br /&gt;but more than you&lt;br /&gt;I love youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up in the morning youtube&lt;br /&gt;when I dream at night, youtube&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the day, youtube&lt;br /&gt;you consume my life, youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youtube, you can comment all over me&lt;br /&gt;youtube, will you make passionate love to me&lt;br /&gt;you can respond to my video if you'd like&lt;br /&gt;I'll post one right back, oh I think I might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you add me to your favorites&lt;br /&gt;and I'll post on your bulletin&lt;br /&gt;maybe send you a message&lt;br /&gt;if you promise to write me back&lt;br /&gt;I'll log in and out to please you&lt;br /&gt;oh you know the things I'll do&lt;br /&gt;oh youtube, oh youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up in the morning youtube&lt;br /&gt;when I dream at night, youtube&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the day, youtube&lt;br /&gt;you consume my life, youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's music/singing/lyrics is Godly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He sings my inner voice&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's moved me to tears, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n made me laugh to tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doesn't he look a lil like &lt;a href="http://www.sojisub.com/eng/"&gt;So Jisub&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-1386165175020885276?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/1386165175020885276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=1386165175020885276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1386165175020885276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1386165175020885276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-3052390805386164156</id><published>2007-02-08T11:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:20:40.452Z</updated><title type='text'>Is today one of THOse* days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[11.oo]&lt;/span&gt; I woke up 2 hrs ago, even b4 the alarm went off. Had breakfast, had coffee, had vitamins, had eXtra breakfast.. made sandwich for lunch. Am ready clothed for uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am falling asleep as I speak to sj online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm considering the choice of going back to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. I even put mascara on today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....my lids are gettin heavier as I type... I think, i might just go sleep on the consequences of sleeping after waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll wake up a couple of hrs later n decide to go to the lib. Maybe.. I'll end up &lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com"&gt;crunchyrolling &lt;/a&gt;at home.. maybe.... I'll...sleep...ahh .. its gett&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;in.. har&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;d.. to..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;focus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[16.30]&lt;/span&gt; Woke up almost 4hrs later after i went back to bed after waking up. Surely this is a symptom of PMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fatigue&lt;/strong&gt;: This is the most common symptom of PMS. Women with PMS may feel so tired they can barely get through the day. Some women also may have trouble sleeping at night.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to think that I am not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; such a pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-3052390805386164156?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/3052390805386164156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=3052390805386164156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/3052390805386164156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/3052390805386164156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-today-one-of-those-days_4196.html' title='Is today one of THOse* days?'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5470757885908423624</id><published>2007-02-05T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:49:17.639Z</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>There are so many things I want to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;so many things I don't want to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;so many things I want to ignore... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;so many things I want to know,&lt;br /&gt;so many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here, waiting for words to flow and make some coherent sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and doubts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;what if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;FOCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel being ripped off myself.&lt;br /&gt;What I want&lt;br /&gt;what I am&lt;br /&gt;what it seems&lt;br /&gt;what will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is now, will be then?&lt;br /&gt;What was then, is not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Has decided. without a glance back. Without a hint of remorse.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I'm looking at my &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;reflection&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no time/I fill the space up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to show - we put up a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare times are those that I use this space to insinuate the faint shadow of my disillusion with _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it. There is only so much I can accept and endure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unspoken world is where the truth lies.&lt;br /&gt;The unspoken rules of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I still hold onto my principles. But from here forth, I shall be travelling on the express lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-5470757885908423624?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5470757885908423624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5470757885908423624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5470757885908423624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5470757885908423624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/02/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5868790463586125650</id><published>2007-01-30T22:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:51:01.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Anime! Drama! STREAMING! God bless me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com"&gt;crunchyroll &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dot&lt;/span&gt; com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I can think of is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com"&gt;crunchyroll &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dot&lt;/span&gt; com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com"&gt;crunchyroll &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dot&lt;/span&gt; com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com"&gt;crunchyroll &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dot&lt;/span&gt; com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have already told many of you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bro gave it -the link- to me long time ago, but I never clicked on it cos I was scared of the consequences if I did so. Now sem1 is over, I decided I had to confront my addiction.. with the moral support of every1 of you. At least if I fail, I won't be the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"One for all, and all for one.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm going to die, it shall not be alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The creator of this site committed a horrible sin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I'm compelled to drive everyone to doom ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-5868790463586125650?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5868790463586125650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5868790463586125650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5868790463586125650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5868790463586125650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/01/anime-drama-streaming-gawd_8540.html' title='Anime! Drama! STREAMING! God bless me'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-6655125146794775724</id><published>2007-01-20T10:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T19:38:37.207Z</updated><title type='text'>Going home=)</title><content type='html'>Going home during term time, in itself, is one thing&lt;br /&gt;Going home during term time and &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; exams, is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;Going home during term time and &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; exams, while everybody else is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; having exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It makes the whole experience &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;times better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I'm enjoying this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in a week's time! I'm flying to Madrid today~~ If the weather permits- I got blown away, literally, 2 days ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-6655125146794775724?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/6655125146794775724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=6655125146794775724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6655125146794775724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6655125146794775724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/01/going-home.html' title='Going home=)'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-7663055635392860880</id><published>2007-01-17T16:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T17:46:09.253Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>Can't take my eyes off you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3k85q9L8eJI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3k85q9L8eJI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for the video, or rather, that the video has those 2 dancers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hehehe-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just heard this song over Yahoo! Radio ( it rocks!! Credit to Waichin's recommendation) and had to put it on here so I could keep replaying it. I understand that Vintage is the thingy going on now, but please boys.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ever wear that and do such a dance, ok?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless, of course, if you're really hot, or if you're &lt;a href="http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2005/11/rain.html"&gt;Rain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-7663055635392860880?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/7663055635392860880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=7663055635392860880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7663055635392860880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/7663055635392860880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/01/boys-town-gang-cant-take-my-eyes-off.html' title='Can&apos;t take my eyes off you'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5278621651660900167</id><published>2007-01-15T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T02:40:31.495Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Videos'/><title type='text'>HAHAHAHa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm Laughin So hard&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to do some reinforced soil calculations for exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Factor Penelope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I1oxSBuEzBI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I1oxSBuEzBI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Factor Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TBXQTKSU58"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TBXQTKSU58" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's got the BLING BLING!" &lt;&lt; HAhahAHah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X Factor Granny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sB0NKhN6PNs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sB0NKhN6PNs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LISTEN Simon!"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry" &lt;&lt; LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-5278621651660900167?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5278621651660900167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5278621651660900167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5278621651660900167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5278621651660900167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/01/hahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHa'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-6348146309532174792</id><published>2007-01-15T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:09:32.035Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>Leona - A Moment Like This</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PyUVY58ke5Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PyUVY58ke5Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7672489-6348146309532174792?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/6348146309532174792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=6348146309532174792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6348146309532174792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/6348146309532174792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/01/leona-moment-like-this.html' title='Leona - A Moment Like This'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-5046470628396864209</id><published>2007-01-13T14:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:56:26.133Z</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while..</title><content type='html'>since I wrote here. And I'd like to blame it on something, or everything, other than myself. For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been excessively busy during the months before X'mas with those insane projects n stuff going on at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Christmas holidays came, and for 3 weeks I was in Spain...switching into couch-potato mode with my bro and mum, brought &lt;strong&gt;Weizhong&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Keng Rui&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Gim Hui&lt;/strong&gt; (Sec. Sch mates from Anderson times) n their many friends around Madrid for a couple of days, caught up with my Spanish Chinese mafia, enjoyed my best Xmas present ever from my bro - A day in Warner Bros Park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and continued my couch-potato mode with him in Barcelona (this is what I call good sibling r/ship), only getting worse as the whole Spain switched to festive mood and every channel every night seemed to be competing for audience with every other channel. And it's not like we have digital TV! For instance, &lt;strong&gt;Saw2&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Hannibal&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Tha Last Samurai&lt;/strong&gt; was shown one night at the same time! How would you choose what to watch at 9pm Prime Time with dinner? ..well.. actually, just not Saw2 cos it doesn't go when u're trying to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so it's also the Spanish TV's fault that I hadn't written here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, came back to Bath last week n its revision time for exams next wk. Ironically, this is the most valid reason that I could have for not updating. Well, you know, me and &lt;a href="http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html"&gt;The Art of Procrastination&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-5046470628396864209?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/5046470628396864209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=5046470628396864209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5046470628396864209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/5046470628396864209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while..'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-1933931353567307471</id><published>2006-12-13T02:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:56:56.736Z</updated><title type='text'>A picture's worth a thousand words</title><content type='html'>..so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have 3, that's 3000 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I just write 500  for the report then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-1933931353567307471?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/1933931353567307471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=1933931353567307471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1933931353567307471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1933931353567307471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A picture&apos;s worth a thousand words'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-4725438881767712074</id><published>2006-12-11T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T02:50:37.745Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>I have to stop procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, its not working..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a last coursework that counts a whole module, and I've hardly touched it so far. It's due on Fri between 2-4pm. I'm doing everything except writing that dreadful report, things such as facebooking. Argh facebook. It really sucks up my time.. but then again I might be blaming the innocent for my own sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But facebook, is like the perfect portal to never ending procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, "News Feed" filled with those blue and black lines like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cristina and __(friend's name)____ are friends now"&lt;br /&gt;"__(friend's name)____ has tagged you on a photo"&lt;br /&gt;"__(friend's name)____ posted on your wall"&lt;br /&gt;"__(friend's name)____ joined the group ________"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;become all that you see in your screen. Then, sometimes you move on to browsing through friend's photos, which in turn lead to someone else's album, and then someone else's....and sometimes you find out "hey! i didn't know ___ and ___ knew each other!" , or u stumble upon some1's profile whom u didnt know had a facebook account. Though at this point in time, it shouldn't be surprising that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;has a fb, like a compulsary second ID for Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And facebook becomes, sadly, a virtual socialising arena for all those procrastinating students like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even want to join fb. I thought it was too much hassle to set up another Friendster account. But Ray got me into it. Arh Ray, always the source of my mishaps. And he's comin to Madrid for X'mas with me. For a week+. In my house. Shit.. what else is he gonna make me do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could be as enthusiastic writing my reports as I am writing "literature" on my blog and MSN, I would top the class so high that they would have to invent another grade just for me. Like a 1st CK-Class, not just 1st Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O crap, I'm trying to b funny again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the reason I'm back writing on my blog, is because I deleted Facebook from my Bookmarks tab and decided to stop fb-ing for as long as I can. Maybe till 1 hr later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the bookmark away should cease me from clicking it every 10 minutes. Instead, I will have to type in the full address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"www dot facebook dot com" or "facebook +Ctrl +Enter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to access my account. And being as lazy as I am, this will surely repel my fb cravings, which I have to underline again, it does not purely depend on fb itself and its numerous facets, but more on my procrastination genes. If that makes it sound more convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I should really start typing my transport report.... maybe after posting this on facebook...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-4725438881767712074?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/4725438881767712074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=4725438881767712074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4725438881767712074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/4725438881767712074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2006/12/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-8282025418668872617</id><published>2006-12-10T02:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:55:44.385Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*YAwnnnns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 2.40, and i should be sleeping. But I'm craving for time to relax and do nothing... which in turn cuts into my sleeping time..n i dont seem to care. at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray's draggin me into doing rly random things.. cos he's also doing rly nonsensical stuff lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the stress, breathing in too much dust from books..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;     cRis kUo || I jus realised I had the WRONG no. on my nick. IT's This one&gt;&gt;+4477 new UK no.pls check. Sorry! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;its like eatin choc cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cRis kUo || I jus realised I had the WRONG no. on my nick. IT's This one&gt;&gt;+44779&lt;/new&gt;new UK no.pls check. Sorry! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;its bad but u eat it anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cRis kUo || I jus realised I had the WRONG no. on my nick. IT's This one&gt;&gt;+4477&lt;/new&gt;&lt;/new&gt; &lt;/new&gt;new UK no.pls check. Sorry! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—— RÆ —— says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;yea exactly. haha&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this comin week to come to an end. Gotta work reallll hard to finish the bloody transport coursework and the dissertation presentation. But on Fri I am so gonna party till I'm gone. Totally gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Sunday I'm goin homeeeeeeee to Madrid=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/new&gt;&lt;/new&gt;&lt;/new&gt;&lt;/new&gt;&lt;/new&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;new style="font-weight: bold;" uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;YeAaaa~~&lt;/new&gt;&lt;/new&gt;&lt;/new&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;/new&gt;&lt;/new&gt;&lt;/new&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;new uk="" pls="" check="" sorry="" says=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a lil more, just a lil more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/new&gt;&lt;/new&gt;&lt;/new&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-8282025418668872617?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/8282025418668872617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=8282025418668872617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8282025418668872617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/8282025418668872617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2006/12/yawnnnns-4477-new-uk-no.html' title=''/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672489.post-1749762663740633264</id><published>2006-12-07T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-07T01:13:16.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Miss Heryanti??</title><content type='html'>Yeah it's me!! wahh What a surprise!!! How're you??&lt;br /&gt;how did you find my blog!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could u email me ur email -lol-? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;xpexial_u@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought of e-mailing u long ago but lost ur add!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm Heryanti.. are u stalking me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Heryanti was my Sec Sch English, Lit,  &amp; awesome Form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;She taught us English, and hence the existence of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I feel v self-conscious about my grammar...&lt;br /&gt;oh no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7672489-1749762663740633264?l=breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/feeds/1749762663740633264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7672489&amp;postID=1749762663740633264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1749762663740633264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7672489/posts/default/1749762663740633264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathe-in-and-out.blogspot.com/2006/12/miss-heryanti.html' title='&lt;s&gt;Miss&lt;/s&gt; Heryanti??'/><author><name>loOk.iNto.my.eYes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ijFMGgl8PwI/SXKCrT3qVlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VibFq-lxmaE/S220/P1040100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
