<?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-34522962</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:16:43.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arvin Tang.</title><subtitle type='html'>no longer relinquished.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-3206093310781580517</id><published>2011-11-27T10:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T10:32:21.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>perhaps its great i stopped blogging a while... nobody will check and i can write somethoughts for the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gf and me had a quarrell and she told me she is very tired of trying. all along i dont understand what happen, what did i do. i was defensive, i couldnt understand why despite all love and feeligns i had for her only, till she told me the reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;i am revengeful.&lt;br /&gt;i am someone who dont act like im attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im not a very nice person. i'll work on it.. can make her proud someday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-3206093310781580517?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3206093310781580517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=3206093310781580517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/3206093310781580517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/3206093310781580517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/11/perhaps-its-great-i-stopped-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-2107589943203767672</id><published>2011-06-23T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T03:38:23.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Humans value things only when they are new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this? When you dad purchased a new car, for the first month, he washes the car himself everyday. 2 months down, he shampoos it once every week at the petrol kiosk. 6 months down, he chucks it to the maid or even to you, if you pissed him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it’s inbuilt in us homosapiens to like new objects. Take neutral subjects for illustration- my adorable nieces Kaylee and Rylee can be calmed down by stuffing new toys in their little hands. Haha, yes I am generalizing but the fact is, this scenario could be found everywhere- the care you emphasize on your new laptop, the constant screen wiping of your (not-so) tech-cutting-edged iPhone, the ‘Strangers’ video showcasing popular ‘theory of Love’ where couples were shown to be susceptive to stages; crazily in love then dwindling down to a pathetic state..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so? (with the recent readings of freakonomics and superfreakonomics at night, I intend to investigate this- muaha hey I have been reading economics for a while at school, ought to relate to real life right?;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, law of diminishing returns (inlaymanterms) states that despite increasing the amount of a single factor in a given situation, ceteris paribus, there will be a progressive decrease in output growth. Simply, you can’t get cup of water anymore saltier by trying to dissolve more salt; its limited by the point of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;saturation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a simple equation of investment vs. satisfaction gained. And by investment, it’s the opportunity cost of dedicating time money space sweat and blood. Take a new hp for instance. To purchase the best cover, screen protector and download the coolest apps were a matter of life &amp; death when you just receive your iPhone. Those complimentary actions at that moment were to ensure you get the best out of a new handset, therefore maximising utility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Utility &lt;/span&gt;is a measure of relative satisfaction in Economics. With the satisfaction of Utility, saturation occurs. Then shit happens; you take granted of that item/friendship/relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, I feel that there is only one way to go about this simple yet catastrophic problem: Once you accept an item as a valued-object of importance, Re-invent the identity of that item. Re-establish the vows to your partner on a regular basis. Re-enact the importance of Family to your kids through family outings. Re-new your alliance for your business soul mates. Re-examine your personal values and enforce them on a daily basis. To me, once satisfaction is obtained, we tend to slacken off. I’m not saying that we should not have an achievable goal; I’m just suggesting some methods as to how we can &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;condition &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;our minds to continuously appreciate people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans value things only when they are new… &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;or if they are perceived to be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-2107589943203767672?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2107589943203767672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=2107589943203767672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/2107589943203767672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/2107589943203767672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/06/humans-value-things-only-when-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-5830265506508615765</id><published>2011-06-22T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T02:34:33.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEhXMFBIVH0/TgG2eqmKBoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HiR8MZIaI-c/s1600/IMG_6875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEhXMFBIVH0/TgG2eqmKBoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HiR8MZIaI-c/s320/IMG_6875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620974447881750146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A note to my mentor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, before I break down the individual assignments that I did, I am glad to be part of this internship as the management and Ankit planned our schedule with our inputs and wishes. This is what most interns will not be able to get in other companies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share the reason why I chose an internship in MA. I started idea generation and detailing for two start-ups last year, preparing to launch it this coming year. I was in the midst of executing operations when this opportunity knocked to venture into India came. I had to weigh my opportunity costs of attending this internship; the risks were high. Thanks to supportive partners, i was encouraged to venture out to learn and take a needy break. Even though it has been only for 2 weeks here, I am glad to say when I return, I will be able to add value to my existing start-ups and of course with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;I would categorize the bulk of my learning to three segments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) Research for O/P series, lead champions and individual sector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After proper introduction of VCs/angel investing, we worked on O/P series/lead champions’ research. I chose the most relevant sector, the Education industry as an individual assignment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally research under my term in MA was of no difference to that done in schools- via journals, statistical websites, UNDP, IMF etc. However, the nature of the research done here will determine my view on a certain subject e.g. CRM matters for Kallos or ERP and SaaS for others, which will skew my decision for the initial screening of companies. For once, I could actually relate the importance of research. Definitely new knowledge is acquired via research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beneficial part on researching is the knowledge of market trends- which industry is picking on speed (companies looking into BOP), entrepreneurs are starting to capitalize on which specific technology (cloud-base), India market is particularly receptive to what products(service, Saas). Also, I took note of the many different business models and financial systems; it indeed opened my mind towards how companies generate cash/assets according to respective industries. For example, some retail companies would want to invest in distribution channels while others would (e- commerce platforms) invest in the marketing. Much more could be said in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual research on education sector brings me deeper into not only India markets but global trends- even some Indians who made a difference in education technology around the world (Sugata Mitra: Hole in the wall). I would dare say India is leading in the IT-education sector and is primed to see many more companies that would lead the global industry due to her socio-cultural demographics: statistics shows that despite large percentage of BOP people not receiving adequate education, India is producing significant number of talents and elites at an increasing rate- when the rising importance of education couples with the rapid growing IT sector, what more can one expect? I back up my claims with empirical statistics- something I have learnt to do from MA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) MA meeting and networking; screening meetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screening meetings was a place I picked up how investors think and the initial mechanisms that allow them to microslice a company. I chose to specifically listen to the questions asked by the investors such that I could analyses their chain of thoughts. Some issues I noticed: WRT to financials, most investors question the history of sales and scrutinize the sales projections before other factors. They would rely on ‘wisdom of crowd’ and admit if they are not familiar with that industry, requesting others with adequate experience to speak up. A ideology with examples from the screened companies: ‘A-class team with a B-class idea is preferred over a B-class team with A-class idea’ (mentioned by both Nandini and Amit Grover.) Yesterday at the 2nd round meeting we saw how the entrepreneurs ‘enter the dragon’s den’ and got ripped apart. Classic example of how pre-evaluation figures got slammed down- Swabhimaanya’s pre-evaluation of 7 Crs to 2.5Crs and hence an increase of equity being requested (additional 20%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow up on the contacts networked in the convention- includes V.Capitalists and entrepreneurs ranging from different industries. Intend to start a regular mailing system to learn more about each industry. Scheduling visits to institutes for groundwork. Interact more with entrepreneurs to find out about entrepreneurship in India and perhaps how to bring back some of the good management styles within successful, the stories behind them and experiences to value add my own companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Individual meet-ups and mentors &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met founder Amit Grover and went under his 2-hour entrepreneurship program- learnt a lot on different perspectives of entrepreneurship. Member Jatin provided different insights of US and India; Member Nishkaan discussed on the manufacturing sector of India; Anand and Siddarth explained their family business to us; Rakesh on development of lavasa and real estate; Dr Malpani on his investments in health-IT sector; even from Ratna who was a securities firm employee exchanged many pointers on socio-entrepreneurship in India; interactions with entrepreneurs from Cropex and Mobicule provided me experiences of the renown typical high profiled-engineers having worked in a MNC and decided to start their own company stories. Definitely, I would not have expected such feedbacks without Ankit’s guidance and fillers on members’ background and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key idea: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Towards such mentors and investors, as I listen to their stories, every 3 out of 5 investors have chosen to return to their motherland from other countries, back from good prospects or MNCs to venture in the local market. This is something that took me by surprise. There is a saying by Singaporeans that foreign talents are seeping into Singapore and depleting jobs. After interactions with these members, I realized that the elites chose their return to India to focus on this fast growing country- this may perhaps be the start of a completely new Era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-5830265506508615765?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5830265506508615765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=5830265506508615765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5830265506508615765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5830265506508615765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/06/note-to-my-mentor-personally-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEhXMFBIVH0/TgG2eqmKBoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HiR8MZIaI-c/s72-c/IMG_6875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-2597267376986946334</id><published>2011-06-02T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T03:21:55.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>02 Jun 11&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first day at work. Already I am seeing a lot of opportunities for me to learn here. Haha. Venture Capital companies are coy which invest in other start-ups as a form of 1) giving back to society, 2) spot upcoming market trends 3) dev. Network. So yeah Imma gonna get more network up and coming so that if I ever need help I know who to ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai is a challenging place. I have been travelling to many countries, and being a chillax person, when I say it’s a challenging place, I mean it. Haha. i’ll start with the weather. Its Pretty hot now at 36deg. Still, its interesting to see almost all Indians wearing pants and formal shirt. All the time I looked the most chui in my singlet and shorts HAHA. Hot it may be, in 2 weeks time it’ll dip to 28deg along the monsoon season- floods and continuous rain are dangerously eminent. I think im going work with my pretty yellow crocs slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The locals: one blardy vibrant community that changed my perspective towards everything. Slums and city life coexist, hygiene is not an issue- its ignored, beggers and micro-enterprises fill the streets. Take my train experience as a case study: the city’s infrastructure is pretty efficient; you can get across the city (which is 3 times the size of Sgp) within 1.5hr. Sounds cool eh? Well the reason is that the train stops for just 25 secs at each station. Now, im not kidding when I say locals fight- push, kick, curse, climb, scratch out and into the carriages within the 45secs of transition time. Yup, people jump off and jump in before the train fully stops. Now that’s why Marvel invented Spiderman India for the comic fans here- each Indian is trained to be spidy for survival. I cant deny I had a fun time boxing my way in and out. The thing is I realized amongst the mess and chaos, there is a system. Of which for eg these people wait for passengers to come out before they rush in like Spartans. Inspiration for a ‘systematic chaos’ management style by Google probably came from here. And on hindsight, Singaporeans ought to reflect on the (chaotic) politeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This unique balance is something I have not experienced before. Now I understand why there’s a huge debate about China Vs. India. Dragon of china: the aggressiveness and shrewdness Vs the Elephant of India: hardworking huge talent pools of ANYTHING and everything. I think Im gonna have a fun time here. Whoosay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day at work, first day at breakthrough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-2597267376986946334?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2597267376986946334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=2597267376986946334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/2597267376986946334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/2597267376986946334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/06/02-jun-11-today-is-my-first-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-7118684115925142528</id><published>2011-05-06T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:38:46.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok im gonna chase her. no longer the old arvin tang =) time to get back on track to make a lady feel special for rest of her life. yup im declaring im chasing her now:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-7118684115925142528?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7118684115925142528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=7118684115925142528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7118684115925142528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7118684115925142528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/05/ok-im-gonna-chase-her.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-9219129655482682628</id><published>2011-05-06T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T01:39:48.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i had enough of myself. sometimes, a person change cause he's fed up, sometimes, cause he wants to, sometimes, cause of someone. i will not change for the sake of making you happy. i will do so to get US happy. walk the talk. watch me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-9219129655482682628?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9219129655482682628/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-4705412196715770536</id><published>2011-04-24T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T12:20:14.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a happy blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL SHOULD BE FUCKING HAPPY EVERYDAY! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. different friendships for different companionship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arvin's newest theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS = Friends (core) + e^Friends (transitory)&lt;br /&gt;Transitory friends increases at an exponential rate, they come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Core friends are the group of people who defines you, increasing at a decreasing exponential rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;law of diminishing returns- love thy friends for if lost can never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-4705412196715770536?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4705412196715770536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=4705412196715770536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/4705412196715770536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/4705412196715770536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-happy-blogpost.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-4035685609149581720</id><published>2011-04-21T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:25:56.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>physically present but your mind is drifting off&lt;br /&gt;moment like this cant be happy if you dont let go of the past&lt;br /&gt;feelings are like critters, you feel it, you hear it,&lt;br /&gt;but yet when you face it and try to look for it, &lt;br /&gt;they turn slient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethings are not meant to be found&lt;br /&gt;they are to be felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are meant to fall in love but never to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once the people who matters to you believe you, allow the world to misunderstand you. then again if the people you worked hard to make them believe distrust you, perhaps they dunt belong to your core group at the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you put in all your effort to gain trust yet all she wants to to live in the past, perhaps its time to break away cause it certainly doesnt feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thoughs of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-4035685609149581720?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4035685609149581720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-6051664140175825780</id><published>2011-04-14T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:17:24.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oxymorons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big shrimp&lt;br /&gt;giant ant&lt;br /&gt;smart bimbo&lt;br /&gt;unoffically offical&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-6051664140175825780?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6051664140175825780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-8929470989051326935</id><published>2011-04-08T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:37:42.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alcohol gives me energy.&lt;br /&gt;before you make a judgement, allow me to explain. i have been drinking for many years. from experimenting barcadi to appreciating single malt whiskys, i have recieve this ability called high tolerance level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although sometimes, rarely, it does get out of hand, i am able to successful discuss deals, htht and lower the barrier/break the ice with almost any person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, it serves a different purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i want to make a point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to say why is my heart broken- people who dont understand me are people i dont give a fuck about. its true. thats why whenever a person's close enough will say: Arvin, you know when i didnt know you well enough, i though you were.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, i am like this. i have enough close friends to take care of, bro and sis to worry about, families to love, best friends to serve, guys to support and ladies to listen to. i also choose to be ABSOLUTE FRANK about all my matters to people who knows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, tonight i was slammed with an issue that made me rethink my stand. just because i bared all, a certain person thinks that im not good enough. that hurts! especially when it matters to me how that person think. well it may be a lovey dovey POV, or it may be from a brother POV. but whatever it is, i want to make a point, which is, although i am frank, it doesn mean i dont give a shit and cant change for the better!!!!! being frank means im ready for feedback to be a better person for people around me. i dont understand, i cant comprehend, and im sinking into the ground minute by minute cause it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. you know what, i think im gonna remain single for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-8929470989051326935?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8929470989051326935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=8929470989051326935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/8929470989051326935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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heart wants most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the moment you crashed into the liquid of maze,&lt;br /&gt;never would you have guessed that there was deception by the host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you realized what you see were just reflections,&lt;br /&gt;luring you the wrong direction into destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only thing is that you ain't on ground for correction,&lt;br /&gt;you are only spiralling downwards attacked by silent pollution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-7720430089025042608?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7720430089025042608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=7720430089025042608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-style:italic;"&gt;once fallen, once broken,&lt;br /&gt;never stood up, never touched up,&lt;br /&gt;a luxury to feel the colour, touch the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;feelings used to be like a grey bouldering gym filled with only white tiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its during those moments when you are alone&lt;br /&gt;where one day, you will finally threw fear out of the window,&lt;br /&gt;Hope and Happiness come crashing back to your surprise,&lt;br /&gt;like a Frisbee set to boomerang back where displacement equates to zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words are the medium for love to be conveyed &lt;br /&gt;smiles are the reflections of love to be shown&lt;br /&gt;hugs are the channels of love to be distributed&lt;br /&gt;kisses are the impressions of love to be placed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times like this when all but nothing happens, &lt;br /&gt;you smell the love, you see her perfume,&lt;br /&gt;you touch his heart, you hear her sincerity&lt;br /&gt;intangible and invisible? No more they will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-1068873294753787825?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1068873294753787825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=1068873294753787825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1068873294753787825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1068873294753787825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/04/once-fallen-once-broken-never-stood-up.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-4376667854208666225</id><published>2011-03-21T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:46:06.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kALSETZ9ngk&amp;feature=topvideos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the look on your face&lt;br /&gt;Been through the darkness at 1:58&lt;br /&gt;The words that you whispered for just us to know&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me so why did you go away, go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do recall now the smell of the rain&lt;br /&gt;Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane&lt;br /&gt;That July 9th the beat of your heart&lt;br /&gt;It jumps through your shirt, I can still feel your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes&lt;br /&gt;All that I know is I don't know&lt;br /&gt;How to be something you miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd have a last kiss&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined we'd end like this&lt;br /&gt;Your name, forever the name on my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember the swing of your step&lt;br /&gt;The life of the party, you're showing off again&lt;br /&gt;And I roll my eyes and then you pulled me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much for dancing but for you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I loved your handshake, meeting my father&lt;br /&gt;I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets&lt;br /&gt;How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something&lt;br /&gt;There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes&lt;br /&gt;All that I know is I don't know&lt;br /&gt;How to be something you miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd have a last kiss&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined we'd end like this&lt;br /&gt;Your name, forever the name on my lips, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep&lt;br /&gt;And I'll feel you forget me like I use to feel you breathe&lt;br /&gt;And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's nice where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;And something reminds you, you wish you had stayed&lt;br /&gt;We can plan for a change in weather and time&lt;br /&gt;I never planned on you changing your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes&lt;br /&gt;All that I know is I don't know&lt;br /&gt;How to be something you miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd ever last kiss&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined we'd end like this&lt;br /&gt;Your name, forever the name on my lips&lt;br /&gt;Just like our last kiss, forever the name on my lips&lt;br /&gt;Forever the name on my lips, just like our last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-4376667854208666225?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4376667854208666225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=4376667854208666225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/4376667854208666225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/4376667854208666225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-still-remember-look-on-your-face-been.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-1658308202916702388</id><published>2011-03-17T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:17:23.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hostage of love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shady affair's what both of us stepped in,&lt;br /&gt;no one else to rely on, for others could never know nor understand.&lt;br /&gt;We once thought this is what they call love,&lt;br /&gt;we once believed that we created the house to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect you i did, til passion turned into jealously&lt;br /&gt;it became a senseless game that i spiralled into.&lt;br /&gt;The rules were that i disguised my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;breathless, indeed, just to be sure i could reach the center of your maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got drunk on your gentleness as i crave for more,&lt;br /&gt;but whats there to fear if you truly feel for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim and pull the trigger at my heart&lt;br /&gt;let the deafness of the shot ransack my mind&lt;br /&gt;if love is what they say as unbreakable,&lt;br /&gt;i give up, i wont fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you release the hostage of love,&lt;br /&gt;he shattered and pieces became the Present,&lt;br /&gt;Are you finally happy now&lt;br /&gt;and for once, lets stop lying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-1658308202916702388?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1658308202916702388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=1658308202916702388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1658308202916702388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1658308202916702388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/03/hostage-of-love-shady-affairs-what-both.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-6606941980652665933</id><published>2011-03-07T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T10:43:37.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i did it. finally. i gave her the address.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-6606941980652665933?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-5873714399054947868</id><published>2011-02-26T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:35:32.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think its morally wrong to find it out from another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-5873714399054947868?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5873714399054947868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=5873714399054947868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5873714399054947868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5873714399054947868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-its-morally-wrong-to-find-it.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-5491507151217812769</id><published>2011-02-19T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T10:10:06.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to pen this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;law of risk assessment behavior tells us that human, yes us, are actually not as logical as we think we are. Some of the most crucial mistakes are committed When we conclude matters from reasoning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consideration, logic, randomness, reasoning are all subjected to perceptions. define perceptions: it can be ANYTHING from the framing of words, the biasness, the environment to the colour, smell and subconscious choices. let me bring up an exemplary renowned case study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have a choice to either take 5 dollars, or toss a coin to determine between a 0 dollars or a 10 dollars reward. What will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people i know will pick the assured 5 dollars cause we think that its the most logical, who would want to risk getting nothing when you're assured 5 dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets rephrase the situation. should you either &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pay &lt;/span&gt;5 dollars or toss a coin to determine between losing nothing or losing 10 dollars, what will you choose? we know from statistics, a 80% percentage will go for the coin toss- cuz it seems logical too- well, since im losing, must as well gun for a 'no-loss' situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the problem, in both situation, the coin toss has empirically the same result, with the coin toss as a risk for 5 dollars. however, we tend to sway towards 'risk' when we are in an 'loss' situation- we justify it as being 'logical'. and yes, this is also why you've heard stories of people burning themselves up due to them not accepting losses from the stock market etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well in a nutshell, if one fully understand perceptions- he will be able to influence and manipulate minds. all we have to do is to find what is people's 'loss' situations. hmm. food for thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-5491507151217812769?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5491507151217812769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=5491507151217812769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5491507151217812769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5491507151217812769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-need-to-pen-this-down.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-45752779212672037</id><published>2011-02-17T01:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T02:07:57.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what. I'm not ashamed of it. I don't think it's a crime to- in fact, I accepted it And didn't run away because I wanted to be true. My biggest strength is my biggest weakness I'm this sense; I'm Frank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud cause I didnt do what I despised others had done in the same situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of the choices I made. On hindsight, I stayed true to my principles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I'm proud of feeling sad, and that made me hang on to this seemingly long wait, of which... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-45752779212672037?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/45752779212672037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=45752779212672037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/45752779212672037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/45752779212672037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-696587231715710961</id><published>2011-02-16T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T06:42:18.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>creation is a pain in the ass, taxation is a pain in the ass, auditing is a bigger pain in the ass, maintaince is a pain in the ass, in fact, everything from the creation of your own company is a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till you realized you're not alone and there are people who are willing to stick by you through and through-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you no longer feel the pain in the ass and add another reason for roughing it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo but arh aiya wanna blog a ahbeng post. kao eh, sometimes ar, see dumb girls i really quite put-off by it sia. seriously know, lack of intelligence is a big turn off yo. i hope i see you less often. argh. dumbfel. hahahhaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-696587231715710961?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/696587231715710961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=696587231715710961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/696587231715710961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/696587231715710961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/creation-is-pain-in-ass-taxation-is.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-1255300170793107916</id><published>2011-02-13T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T07:52:30.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>theory of influencers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;influencers are widely accpeted to be people who are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;keymakers &lt;/span&gt;to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will depend on them to bring the group closer, break ice, merge similarities and construct the dream within us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, overdependency equates to your group being subjected to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;disintegration &lt;/span&gt;anytime when the influencer choose to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, reduce the dependency, and encourage/initiate 2nd-goers. how do i define 2nd-goers. ever heard of a crazy, weird, impossible idea that you would have slammed down right away- until some idiot shouted: " OK LETS DO IT, NOW", and in the end you followed through the action? that idiot is a 2nd-goer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that is what you truely need in a successful dynamic team- not leaders but fast adapters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-1255300170793107916?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1255300170793107916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=1255300170793107916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1255300170793107916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1255300170793107916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/theory-of-influencers-influencers-are.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-385759122425272886</id><published>2011-02-13T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T07:31:28.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. i just managed to not only transfer all my Nokia contacts into my iphone, but also upload it online so that wherever i am in the world i have access to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more 'lost phone panic' syndromn. for those who are interested, just follow these steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) connect nokia to com and sync using nokia software&lt;br /&gt;2) use ' WINDOW CONTACTS' folder to IMPORT ur phone's .VCF contact files into the com- they should now appear as .contacts files. alternatively you can 'explore' ur nokia and copy paste the .vcf files into a folder, then import to the 'windows contacts' folders&lt;br /&gt;3) sync ur iphone to 'windows contacts' via itunes&lt;br /&gt;4) can also upload the contacts to google contacts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its that simple! beauty of technology. haha. oh did i mention you can save your MSN contacts, just in case ur account get hacked so you can restore all your contacts? =) files-&gt; save contacts and it'll be under your 'user name' doc. in 'my computer'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah i am sucha geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-385759122425272886?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/385759122425272886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=385759122425272886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/385759122425272886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/385759122425272886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-8568444718949441408</id><published>2011-02-09T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:27:33.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know some days you just want to really talk to a person but you cant? frustrating eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels it everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'll go up behind the MPSH and i'll sit at the piano. then i'll play for a good 15 mins. it doesn matter if its the same old songs- it allows me to chill down and pace my own feelings. i call this my 'pacer'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're frustrated, whats your 'pacer'? scientifically, its called positive conditioning whereby a certain action is affixed to emotions- be it conscious or unconscious- and by applying the action, you'll be able to feel that emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how dancers feel- through dancing their emotions away. how athletics achieve the 'high' in running progressively faster. how public speakers ensure each word and the linkage between ideas is proper via regular actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be what you wear, do what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats why i cant stop thinking about a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-8568444718949441408?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8568444718949441408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=8568444718949441408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/8568444718949441408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/8568444718949441408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-some-days-you-just-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-7542767768108853889</id><published>2011-02-06T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:30:34.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1137.snc4/149959_467579966688_676351688_6045027_6330322_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 480px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1137.snc4/149959_467579966688_676351688_6045027_6330322_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. i forget to mention this for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herein two people im proud of in hall. one's a brother i can speak to regarding everything under the sun, be it 'eporner.com' to education to r.ships, he is one helluva malay i respect. he is who he is, and this guy will be the ceo of some firm one day. confirm win ' the malay with the biggest heart' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's another sis of mine. ms elvie na- if you're reading this, i just want to tell you when i first met you, (no im not gonna say i fell in love with you please) i knew you were a damn nice person. yet from all our late nights, clubbings, outings, confessions, you begged to differ. but im so happy to see you accept many things you wouldn't a sem back. so happy to see you smile in your family pictures, so happy to see that you're really looking at things from a different perspective. im proud of you sister. choice was always your favorite word, and i'd like to think that its a happy word for you. press on sister, you're back on track to a happy life. (Y) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also cant deny that whenever im with you, i think of the 3rd person who cant be there anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-7542767768108853889?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7542767768108853889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=7542767768108853889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7542767768108853889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7542767768108853889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-1570248498335031100</id><published>2011-02-06T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:14:42.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/dc/Threeidiots2.jpg/220px-Threeidiots2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 319px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/dc/Threeidiots2.jpg/220px-Threeidiots2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very impressed at the many elements this film posseses. am shocked at how its able to make my cry, then laugh, then cry yet again till the end of the flim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tales of friendships, believe in passions, the simplicity of matters were beautifully portrayed in this movie. 3 idiots. haha. wad an idiotic trio whom i can totally relate to my own brotherhood. the four of us are total idiots, with me being the less idiotic one of course.4 of us will eventually lead different lives, but will always be there for each other. lets meet up soon yeah, i want to win ur mahjong money guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a few days after nexx, i hope there's a chance soon again for us to meet you pig. so much more to tell you. wishing u a fast recovery.&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-8127401881960933387</id><published>2011-02-06T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T10:49:33.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the urge to recieve a hug from a person i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does that mean i miss the hug or i miss having a person whom i can hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need need a hug lah. someone hug me=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*small font: luckily i got my bearbear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-8127401881960933387?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-880413397926704360</id><published>2011-02-03T22:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:00:22.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>isnt it sad that as each year's cny passes, you notice something is missing from the previous year? like, number of visiting relatives, some customs, matters here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even more worrying, its has been a trend=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. this year i went into the temple and prayed with my heart for the first time=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-880413397926704360?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-7792735905482149611</id><published>2011-02-03T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T04:36:15.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs245.snc6/179302_493052837740_631097740_6496108_3294228_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 479px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs245.snc6/179302_493052837740_631097740_6496108_3294228_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little sis of mine. not that little with the big heart that she has. but one sis that i will always care for, among many others. she's leaving for studies in Aust, and here's wishing you all the best. been with you through your ups and downs, will continute to be here for you. continue your sunshine smile pretty sis=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-7792735905482149611?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7792735905482149611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=7792735905482149611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7792735905482149611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7792735905482149611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-sis-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-7732715380701844104</id><published>2011-02-02T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:07:19.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>simple acts, heartwarming feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've seen parents giving their children angpaos, its normal. but when my sister to my parents and said “我都这样大了， 拿去吧！”... its a reflection of my parents' successful upbringing. its not bout the money, its about the willingness to give back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) happy chinese new year people. new year new start, and its gonna be a good year ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-7732715380701844104?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7732715380701844104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=7732715380701844104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7732715380701844104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7732715380701844104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum knows how to curse, in english, how cool is that? i asked her, “ 哇， 你也懂得怎样用英文骂喔！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; “当然啦， 我装傻你以为我真的傻？”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha never underestimate my mama. or in fact, people who keep quiet. just because they dont say doesnt mean they dont know. smart people talk less and analayse more. walk the talk instead or talk the walk yo. hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-6149789660742302514?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6149789660742302514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=6149789660742302514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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a jewel is in ur hands and you rub it into the mud instead of polishing it, its fucking dumb. wake up. stop trying to find "bones in an egg" (desmond, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a second note, i am damn glad i could have that meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a 3rd note, its been long since i shed tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a 4th note, im so glad that my bros and sis are there for me. i am a lucky man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a last note... i sincerely hope cny will work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-6471486828898335868?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6471486828898335868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=6471486828898335868' title='0 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type='html'>its 5am in the morning, but i have an urge to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jie i know you're stalking me. i mean you, yeah, my jie by birth. haha. mum cant keep anything to herself and its damn obvious, esp when she out of the blue suddenly says: 你。。。还是放不下？。。。 and after i shot her a, what-the-hell-look, she defended immediately and proclaimed: 大姐说的。 hhaha. well jie, if u're really chancing upon this. well, i want to know bout your life last time, when you were in the same stage as me, when u were my age.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has a story, i wanna hear bout yours. cut me the" you just listen to me, i have gone through..." and just tell me what happened. i always wanted to know, cause i lived thru it but was too young to comprehend. i have mine too, and as i would like to share with you, but hey, you first. &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another side.. its been 25 days. crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-627154712381938264?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/627154712381938264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=627154712381938264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/627154712381938264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/627154712381938264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-5am-in-morning-but-i-have-urge-to.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-3431963143289509123</id><published>2011-01-28T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T01:33:29.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>陈竑玮 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my newly commissioned name. what a morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-3431963143289509123?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-6321183197870510586</id><published>2011-01-26T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T00:04:29.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiyo... why are there so much love problems? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true enough, we're young, can still try out things... but then, vern's quote always remain in my head since chiangmai, where we saw the shooting metorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes, gf/bfs are for companionship, but if you dont have the situation to settle down, what for get a partner? come'on, when you are settling down, u'll consider faith, religion, eugenics, genetics, socio-cultural background, stability, family... why get attached just because you like him or her, then break up and spoil a possible chance?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i respect vern so much in this aspect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come 2nd issue, was reminded of something i heard of since young but made not much sense till recently. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;我妈妈常对姐姐和我说， “在感情里， 一对夫妻需要有个头， 有个尾； 总有一位是在那儿忍。 但如果你不能接受他， 为何在一起伤感情呢？”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear my mum was confucious in her previous lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-6321183197870510586?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6321183197870510586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=6321183197870510586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/6321183197870510586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/6321183197870510586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/haiyo.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-8489580688206442211</id><published>2011-01-25T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:10:26.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>acutally, higher expectations do not bring greater disappointment. i believe only with higher expectations can one push himself to greater heights. true enough, lower expectations bring less risk, but we all know we'll regret should we dont put in our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, comes leverage. building on what you can or could have done on others' effort. a bunch of chopsticks is stronger than a single one. cliche, but its true for it to e a cliche term in the first place. use leverage wisely and you'll find routes with a ladder to proceed closer to your results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hmm, exploit it badly, well, u'll take a slide down, sometimes doing even worse than before. relying blindly on others... nah. 我懒惰不帮我妈时她常说， “气死我了， &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;靠人不如靠自己&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work hard people, there's no such thing as a shortcut. whoooosay to success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-6285524792504532539</id><published>2011-01-24T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:47:21.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sometimes, you just have to ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sorry' is not the hardest word, but half hearted apologies do more harm than no apologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons can be drawn anywhere. i draw mine from 'the last lecture'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend a lil time to read. i always think that reading for an hr allows you to absorb years of experience. of course, apply it after you absorb, if not, whatehell you read it for? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我妈常说， 没东西做时就去读故事书！ well i guess there's a reason why im smarter when im young, i read damn a lot last time. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-6285524792504532539?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6285524792504532539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=6285524792504532539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/6285524792504532539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/6285524792504532539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-you-just-have-to-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-771622102971791519</id><published>2011-01-21T05:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T05:34:50.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you get outta my mind?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping a secret tumblr is making me even more fckin emo haha. dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-771622102971791519?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/771622102971791519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=771622102971791519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/771622102971791519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/771622102971791519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-6085279700180324174</id><published>2011-01-20T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T00:52:55.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>compassion. to live without compassion is akin to living in a world without feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.yfittopostblog.com/2011/01/18/hero-pilot-holds-plane-for-grieving-grandpa/"&gt;http://sg.yfittopostblog.com/2011/01/18/hero-pilot-holds-plane-for-grieving-grandpa/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above linked is a story i felt for so much, i teared at the imagination of the scene. In summary, a pilot held up hundreds of passengers in order to wait for a grieving grandpa who was scheduled to see his grandson for the last time- his grandson had been murdered by despicable scum and was heading for organ donations surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it. of all the traffic jams we were in, delays we were forced upon, the impatient wait for others, did we ever consider what could have happened to the other parties? scienticfically, we are proven to only have patience for 10 mins of waiting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet science shouldnt be an excuse for the lack of maturity, compassion and patience. 我时常在交通繁忙时‘杜兰’，esp when cars overtake me. 但当我不耐烦时我妈常说，：“你这么急干吗，可能他妻子需要去医呢？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were in that plane as a passenger, and you didnt know of this situation, would you curse blindly? i'll be honest, i would. but from now on, i dont think i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there's a delay, it just mean that you have more time to consider and slow things down for yourself to take a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-6085279700180324174?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6085279700180324174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=6085279700180324174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/6085279700180324174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/6085279700180324174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/compassion.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-843044753311371864</id><published>2011-01-18T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:29:46.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>business management ideas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;identity a problem, Mass generation of absurd;outoftheworld;crazy ideas, add divide subtract multiply the issue, create and feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;innovation cant happen if you dont allow yourself to think out of the box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-843044753311371864?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/843044753311371864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=843044753311371864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/843044753311371864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/843044753311371864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/business-management-ideas-identity.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-4751384503017305169</id><published>2011-01-16T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:06:50.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TTMzMYWJGPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OOSUfV7ZSC0/s1600/tumblr_ldmwd9Hlkj1qcmby3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TTMzMYWJGPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OOSUfV7ZSC0/s400/tumblr_ldmwd9Hlkj1qcmby3o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562846252519463154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah you heard me right. everyone is selfish, and they should be selfish. My mama told me, when people count to the exact cents of a bill, its their right to do so. after all, you didn't give them allowance, did you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only reason when a person withhold that selfish tendency to share is friendship. to be a friend is to be selfless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person treats you, he is doing it out of generosity. 我妈常说， 这是情，不是理。 should you treat others, dont expect any returns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similarly, to Love with expectations is not love. its called demand， and demand brings unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a bigger heart, love with a larger soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-4751384503017305169?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4751384503017305169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=4751384503017305169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/4751384503017305169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/4751384503017305169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/everyone-is-selfish.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TTMzMYWJGPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OOSUfV7ZSC0/s72-c/tumblr_ldmwd9Hlkj1qcmby3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-5358118690917899181</id><published>2011-01-15T20:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T21:18:29.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TTJ-vuPtTsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v3z_y1Qrsss/s1600/tumblr_lf1sbvulaf1qg4s56o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TTJ-vuPtTsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v3z_y1Qrsss/s400/tumblr_lf1sbvulaf1qg4s56o1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562647848088850114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tumblr created for the ghost of you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-5358118690917899181?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5358118690917899181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=5358118690917899181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5358118690917899181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5358118690917899181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/tumblr-created-for-ghost-of-you-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TTJ-vuPtTsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v3z_y1Qrsss/s72-c/tumblr_lf1sbvulaf1qg4s56o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-5034693724065032949</id><published>2011-01-14T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T10:33:12.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What climbing/bouldering competition taught me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bouldering is a style of climbing emphasizing power, strength, and dynamics. Its focus is on individual moves or short sequences of moves, unlike traditional climbing or sport climbing, which generally demand more endurance over longer stretches of rock where the difficulty of individual moves is not as great. Boulder routes are commonly referred to as problems (a British appellation) because the nature of the climb is often short, curious, and much like problem solving. Sometimes these problems are eliminates, meaning certain artificial restrictions are imposed. Bouldering is more focused on the technique of climbing instead of undertaking a full bodied climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i ended my intermediate climbing comp slightly below my expectation. immediately after the competition, i felt that if i had trained for it; gain much more strength, there may be a possible chance i would get to top 15 of my category. i was certain i couldn't do better just because im not fit at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few sentences from oldtimer jan-ah-pa made me realized how much this.. failure of doing well in climbing competition is actually a matter of incompetence in attitude towards general issues- my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"those who win (climbing)are not just those who are damn strong, but those who plan every single MOTION of their body towards the ending tile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that moment, i was like, dammit! im like that towards general issues! i like to plan, analyze, create and visualize visionary ideologies. BUT, what the hell! im careless cause i literally cant care more, ignoring details and all, just like in climbing, i just want to 'bump' my way up to the ending tile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may work- but only to a certain extent. Now, in studies, business, climbing alike, i have reached that extend of success. if i want to breakthrough and be BETTER, i NEED to be consistently aware of small minute details. i need to work my way out, not giving myself excuses anymore. cant afford such mistakes anymore arvintang! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember, no one can help you if you dont want to help yourself. hmm. i can do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-5034693724065032949?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5034693724065032949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=5034693724065032949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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u'll see everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-1466920660166383378?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1466920660166383378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=1466920660166383378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1466920660166383378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1466920660166383378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-writing-it-all-down.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-3186010076923127993</id><published>2011-01-10T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:32:17.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, lesson of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than often, when we travel, the real landscapes of the world disappoint us cause its not in tune with our imaginary landscapes of that excat place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. to live in reality or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the red or blue pill?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-3186010076923127993?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3186010076923127993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=3186010076923127993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/3186010076923127993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/3186010076923127993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/hmm-lesson-of-day-more-than-often-when.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-6433327062631485174</id><published>2011-01-08T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:36:42.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>question of the month.. &lt;br /&gt;will you be my sweetest downfall? &lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-6433327062631485174?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6433327062631485174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=6433327062631485174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/6433327062631485174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/6433327062631485174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/question-of-month.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-3162137098451099210</id><published>2011-01-06T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T10:24:39.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>perhaps you were sure nothing will change, but when he's always there, how can things not change? just as i thought i found my path, i got lost- again. i need to wake up from this bad, bad dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All I hear is raindrops&lt;br /&gt;Falling on the rooftop&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby tell me why'd you have to go&lt;br /&gt;Cause this pain I feel&lt;br /&gt;It wont go away&lt;br /&gt;And today I'm officially missing you&lt;br /&gt;I thought that from this heartache&lt;br /&gt;I could escape&lt;br /&gt;But I fronted long enough to know&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no way&lt;br /&gt;And today&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-3162137098451099210?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3162137098451099210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=3162137098451099210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/3162137098451099210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/3162137098451099210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/perhaps-you-were-sure-nothing-will.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-7398348203415100578</id><published>2011-01-03T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:59:19.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a letter to myself, from fb notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m typing this on my flight back from Shanghai. It just dawn on me that I more or less spent the last month of 2010 in awe of unique cultures, quirky places and etched lifelong precious memories. I began my journey in Asia with anticipation; I guess it’s only right to end it with reflections. Please also ignore my bad command of English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was in Gu Gong (Forbidden City), Beijing with an old sis from TJ one day where it struck me: ‘why did I even crease my eyebrows in pointless worry over small issues- even pissing myself off sometimes, when countless people in the world are suffering in pain due to the lack of bare essentials?’ I have seen these with my own eyes: Orphans in Laos have to beg for food, often at the mercy of tourists’ mood; Prostitutes in Thailand have to face lewd requests from people they earn from; Workers in China slave themselves via odd jobs for a mere Sing$200 a month so that they can feed their young;  a beggar in Vietnam whispered to me if I don’t give him money, his syndicate will saw off his other leg. The fear I observed from him cannot be replicated by someone who don’t mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me shameful of myself, amongst many other matters, of how I used to complain I’m still hungry after eating 2 suppers; demanding for the latest gadgets; spending so much at Zouk to make myself tired; splurging on unnecessary items; purchasing that damn car; losing all my earnings because of my inexperience; the lack of drive in the past year due to those ugly things…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s favorite line then resurfaced in my thoughts: ‘We are captains of our souls, masters of our destiny’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how many more years would we take to fully understand that our lives/fate/destiny is in our own hands and be contented with ourselves? Don’t misunderstand. I don’t mean mere acceptance. I meant the passion of giving in your very best in everything we do for the betterment of ourselves and our loved ones. And more importantly- understanding the need for appreciation of simple things. I have not mastered these, but I’m learning to do so. i wrote down all these random thoughts so that i can share these thoughts with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, for the upcoming year, give your friends the best gifts they can receive:  time and appreciation. For all tagged here, you'hv made an impact in my life and im thankful for that. im sure i left out some people due to the limit but you know who u are... Happy new year to you all!! May this year be of a fulfilling one to you. As i'm slowly coming to a closure from all that has had happened last year... thank you for sticking with me for the past year. I appreciate it sincerely. i wouldnt be where or who i am without you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arvin Tang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Jan 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing: the next time you embark on an outing with or without me, let’s disconnect our internet connection, switch off our phones and enjoy each other’s company :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-7398348203415100578?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7398348203415100578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=7398348203415100578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7398348203415100578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7398348203415100578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/letter-to-myself-from-fb-notes-im.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-2841612892452920268</id><published>2011-01-02T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:23:07.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overseas trip in details, Laos and thailand</title><content type='html'>some details for future recollection would be awesome.. before i forget or get too lazy to do so. muaha.&lt;br /&gt;Laos, Vientiane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TSA4pTu6xTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6XjeOxQMFDU/s1600/IMG_5681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TSA4pTu6xTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6XjeOxQMFDU/s200/IMG_5681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557504222498047282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep buddies Kenny ang, tammy chew, suwi, weiwei and i  decided to go Laos sometime mid term and there, off we go. initially clueless about what we were going to do there, most of us were pretty skeptical that it'll turn out to be a good trip. me, on the other hand, the wandering soul, knew otherwise. whatever it is, overseas trip will always turn out right if you connect with the locals;) hehe ok just let me boast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we Reached Vientiane on the 4th. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vientiane&lt;/span&gt; is the captial of Laos, and no doubt, a third of people we saw there were Caucasians. However, commercialization of the country is not as far an noticable feature as that of Thailand or China. much to my delight, the rustic charm of a country-before-extensive-development is present in Laos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laotians are generally helpful and friendly, should you be friendly first of course. Most do understand English. Chinese could be heard frequently throughout my stay there too. In some parts, Thai was used and i could conduct my small talks and flirts via Thai. (haha). we met Bella and family in Vientiane, "RUE Francosis Ngin", adjacent to main street "Rue Setthathilath". we stayed on that street also, "Douang Deuane" for usd 20 a room. (weiwei found her first boyfriend there) housing are afforable, not neccessary for pre-booking but becareful during peak season for that street is near the MEKONG river, where tammy always want to drown my Queen Of Naga ( the longest sea snake ever found, no prizes for what it meant for me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TSBAG_ubeOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/40GlZKr_3EY/s1600/DSC_3793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TSBAG_ubeOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/40GlZKr_3EY/s200/DSC_3793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557512429104756962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vientiane is a pretty place to explore her cultural background- the "Cultural halls". Wats- mega temples, and colourful coastline, its great if you could rent a motorbike to go around the riverside area. Consistent with sociology and anthropology, since commerce were carried out via the use of rivers, the riverside town is usually the most developed section, until government maximise inland growth. well tammy would disagree, as she will freaking freak out at every sight of insect and not bother about anything else. "ENGTAT MOSIQUTOES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to Vang Viene then Luang Prabang before heading back to Vientiane. VV was more of a.. adventure, sightseeing, tubing along river, kayaking, BARS along river, MAKESHIFT SLIDES and swings into the river at 3 stories high, and tons more caucasians. haha. a definite must go. we stayed at Jimmy's resthouse off town area, a good 10 min walk away from all the shops. nightlife's not too late, but if u have the right company, anything's awesome. try their 'buckets'- local whisky, no idea if they use petrollum to make us high- for a s$10, you can have ur fill for a 4-man strong drinking army. yes and u'll get a crazy girl who'll get drunk after two cups and lie on the road claiming she wanna see the stars. weiwei =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luang Prabang is a total relax chillout town. rent a bike and cycle around, their night markets are awesome. do indulge in local clubbing or pubbing during night time. just make friends with the younger population, they'll bring u outta goodwill and perhaps, trying to hook ur friends up as wad happened to suwi. i like this place. chilling temp at a constant 22 degrees, its the winter season afterall. kenny on the other hand, would warm himself up with bags from the girls. wuus... ok kidding. he's too nice u see. kenny korkor, with the armpit hair from the upper arm only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go enjoy Laos. dont worry of the itnerary. a day or two at each town is probably enough. if i had a choice, i may choose to stay one more day at VV so that i can totally SLACK while floating down NUM SONG RIVER in a tube. coolios. u wont regret that. unless ur kayaking partner is a lazy piece of shit. ok kidding suwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laos was an unique experience, alike to thailand but relatively backdated. but should i credit anything to the fun of this trip, it would be the friends i travel with. we're so different individually, yet together we're a strongly bonded group. this bunch of people will be the people sitting at front table at my wedding. truely cherish them all. whatever it is.. epic memories will stay in my head which will be revived whenever i see them. all hail queen naga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TSBDS80FzUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Ss-_OQOnPg4/s1600/IMG_5791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TSBDS80FzUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Ss-_OQOnPg4/s200/IMG_5791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557515933016509762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-2841612892452920268?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2841612892452920268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TSA4pTu6xTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6XjeOxQMFDU/s72-c/IMG_5681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-1103048682730024261</id><published>2010-12-18T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T23:42:01.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldhiet4Jrx1qe0hneo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldhiet4Jrx1qe0hneo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to weiwei's tumblr. one pic many emotions much thoughts but Life goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been travelling and will be travelling. laos opened up my eyes on the value of serenity, money, brotherhood and sisterhoods ( of travelling pants hehs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand reaffirmed that friendships never diminish if you are sincere. do upon others what you expect others to you. feelings traverse boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my 3-weeks trip: you never know the importance till its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming, china. i wonder in anticipation what this trip will bring me.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TQ220tp4UhI/AAAAAAAAADs/jIsUCD3Bu7Q/s1600/CSC_4643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TQ220tp4UhI/AAAAAAAAADs/jIsUCD3Bu7Q/s200/CSC_4643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552294932342395410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laos orphans before they pray beside the road for food from monks at 602am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-1103048682730024261?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1103048682730024261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=1103048682730024261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1103048682730024261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1103048682730024261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/credits-to-weiweis-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TQ220tp4UhI/AAAAAAAAADs/jIsUCD3Bu7Q/s72-c/CSC_4643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-3374015512780875290</id><published>2010-12-18T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:07:18.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. seriously why do i have to say it out. im didnt even drink a single drop of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst mistake of the year seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-3374015512780875290?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-6911887446439780948</id><published>2010-11-30T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:21:33.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bestie jiu shi bestie; bff jiu shi bff; gf jiu shi gf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended my exam with awesome people, 3 of my impt friends=) nice burgerking, Great movie: easy A with gf and bff, xlb desert, beer@bliss, ktv with bestie in the night. awesomeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this gave me a huge smile and a tinge of warmth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need many friends, we just need true friends who will be there.(iceicemilo bestie, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-4265532880128090725</id><published>2010-11-21T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:17:17.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play maker</title><content type='html'>Connectors are people with a special gift for bringing the world together(The Tipping Point, Malcolm Gladwell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in another word, Playmakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to be a playmaker for my team. the one that bonds and make a difference to the group identity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also mean that should you decide to stop being the playmaker, the group will disintegrate. hmms. its a lifelong role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote #2 coming from the same guy who posted Malcom on my wall: "its not what you say that defines you, its what you do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou arvintang, talk less, do more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-4265532880128090725?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4265532880128090725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=4265532880128090725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/4265532880128090725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/4265532880128090725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/play-maker.html' title='Play maker'/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-7510505092742090232</id><published>2010-11-17T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:49:55.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>@!$%^&amp;^*$#@#$%*(!)!@#$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR LEMME FOCUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$!Q%!@#$!#%^$R$#$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is raindrops falling on the rooftop&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, tell me whyâ€™d you have to go&lt;br /&gt;â€˜Cause this pain I feel it wonâ€™t go away&lt;br /&gt;And today Iâ€™m officially missinâ€™ you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though that from this heartache, I could escape&lt;br /&gt;But Iâ€™ve had it long enough to know&lt;br /&gt;There ainâ€™t no way&lt;br /&gt;And today Iâ€™m officially missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...canâ€™t nobody do it like you&lt;br /&gt;Said every little thing you do, hey, baby&lt;br /&gt;Said it stays on my mind&lt;br /&gt;And Iâ€™m officially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do is lay around, two years full of tears&lt;br /&gt;From looking at your face all over&lt;br /&gt;Just a week ago you were my baby&lt;br /&gt;Now I dont even know you at all,&lt;br /&gt;I dont know you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wish that you would call me right now&lt;br /&gt;So that I could get through to you somehow&lt;br /&gt;But I guess its safe to say, baby&lt;br /&gt;Safe to say that Im officially missinâ€™ you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...cant nobody do it like you&lt;br /&gt;Said every little thing you do, hey, baby&lt;br /&gt;Said it stays on my mind&lt;br /&gt;And Im officially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-7510505092742090232?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7510505092742090232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=7510505092742090232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7510505092742090232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7510505092742090232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/rawr-lemme-focus.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-2181225943236997900</id><published>2010-11-15T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:08:36.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>running, running as fast as i can</title><content type='html'>Banana pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever tried thinking about nothing as you running? for a start, just think of the cycle: draw air in. exhale it. draw air in. exhale it. draw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let your psycho motor skills take over; let your subconscious run wild; release your breathe, inhale deeply and slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was amazed how this process of achieving serenity can still calm me down after my 8 years acquaintance with running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even more delighted i was, when just my side there's a certain someone who is willing to accompany me in my journal for as long as she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-2181225943236997900?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2181225943236997900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=2181225943236997900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/2181225943236997900'/><link rel='self' 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) YEP and 3rd floor sluts people definitely... totally comfortable to say out every single thing, every shameful/happy/exciting/boring shitass yo i can think of. i think they'll stay with me thruout my life. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)brotherhood- polarbear, vulgarshit and dickass. the friends who will tell me the truth, however ugly it may be. ppl i can count on to save me. of cuz, i think they'll force me to be on my own till the last split second till i die before they intervene. you simply love them as much as u hate admitting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)TJC's besties from mina to kimbo to aga to bob to juniors and batch mates. ppl who know and trust that im referring to them at this point. somehow, my life was pretty skewed before i entered tjc and they set it right, allowing my own identity to be created in the midst of interactions with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)climbers. one of the most fun group of ppl ard. dedicated, determined, daring. d^3. interesting ppl that diversed my life away from the normal Hall life. learnt hell lots from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) this as a disclaimer? haha. not really. but well seriously there's much random people who appearred ( and disappeared ) that made a difference to who i am now. somehow i think simillarly, they'll know im referring to them. definitely those who have access to this post. hahas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made me kinda think back a while ago i had this thinking towards new friends- you may one day disappear in my life, may nv talk to me ever again. but now that i am your friend, i'll do my best to help you in your life, i'll do my best to contribute whatever i can to help you grow, i'll do my best to accept your comments and learn from it. i think i like to treat my friends like that. &lt;br /&gt;天下无不散之筵席，但天下感情没那么容易解散。&lt;br /&gt;still the same old line, dont ever regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-3563192452124487806</id><published>2010-11-09T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:21:51.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day four: 4 turn offs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAs. of course, beside the opposite of the 3 turn-ons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) armpit hair&lt;br /&gt;2) laziness&lt;br /&gt;3) lian-ish character &lt;br /&gt;4) people who dont LISTEN aka arrogant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muaha. this is quite funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-3563192452124487806?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-5576090475886754900</id><published>2010-11-08T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T08:10:35.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day 3: 3 turn-ons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops i did one of it in day one. ok hmm 3 turn-ons. sound hamsak leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) sporty legs!! &lt;br /&gt;2) cuteness &lt;br /&gt;3) smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;accustoming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to familiarize by custom or use; habituate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fast can you accustomize to something you hate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-7577738756938236961</id><published>2010-11-07T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T06:33:22.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day 2: two smileys that describe my life now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:$*Blush*&lt;br /&gt;i realized.. im acutally quite shy with girls. im serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;all smiles for the friends that made a difference to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sound boring hor. ok i shall add on to it. i cried watching this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0I3Kpl3DTI&amp;feature=player_embedded#!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let go of your feelings once in a while here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master tip #4392: A person who is nice to you but rude to the waiter, or to others, is not a nice person. be nice, you'll like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-7577738756938236961?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7577738756938236961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=7577738756938236961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7577738756938236961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7577738756938236961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-6699876668329774019</id><published>2010-11-06T01:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:09:09.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.&lt;br /&gt;Day Two: Nine things about yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.&lt;br /&gt;Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;Day Seven: Four turn offs.&lt;br /&gt;Day Eight: Three turn ons.&lt;br /&gt;Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.&lt;br /&gt;Day Ten: One confession&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-5870315715144740464</id><published>2010-11-04T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T08:09:56.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was doing my soci paper and i suddenly remembered the beach along Redang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was there with a bro now overseas, a good fren who longer talks to our clique, and the girl i once thought i would marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no this ain't a post to emo (Again). its bout the beach- at the far end or Redang's beach, the one populated with famous resorts with infamous charges, there's a stretch cordoned off. there, you'll find the 'Beach of the blue sand'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Blue sand' is an understatement of the phenomenal observed there. The sand is rich with a specific organism which GLOWS with a blue tinge at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-5870315715144740464?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5870315715144740464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=5870315715144740464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5870315715144740464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5870315715144740464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/was-doing-my-soci-paper-and-i-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-3232571206363613831</id><published>2010-11-02T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:44:26.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>回忆刚飘过酸苦的日子，&lt;br /&gt;有些事，大众不知，深夜里发现难以坦白。&lt;br /&gt;心虽事了了，但不知如何是好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天天想作为好榜样的我，回想有些事能使我自傲十足， &lt;br /&gt;有些却让我低头‘心’苦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到现时面对事实的当儿， 嘴角不料显出一丝丝的乐纹&lt;br /&gt;在这可怕的世界里，当雾里分不清影踪的时候&lt;br /&gt;别怕，别愁&lt;br /&gt;两个字给你拥抱：知己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天下天空海阔， 知己却难找&lt;br /&gt;beyond 的歌容纳了我心情&lt;br /&gt;我命好，能找知己, 我早已满足&lt;br /&gt;这篇心情是献给我疼爱的知己，&lt;br /&gt;对呀，就是你，不然你这么会知我blog呢？&lt;br /&gt;=）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-3232571206363613831?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3232571206363613831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=3232571206363613831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/3232571206363613831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/3232571206363613831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/beyond-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-8227134587063438720</id><published>2010-11-01T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T02:21:09.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA. i just rmbed this from a specific someone: bitching bonds. it takes one to bond them all. Assumption 1 (being an economists, i cant help it but to assume matters eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that someone's me. HAHA. sucha bitch, but totally loving it. there was another day where i was asked for my views on everyday-politics and i summarized like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fundamentals of Politics are bad relationships. as long as there are relationships, be it good or bad, politics exist. within itself alike to a terminal illness, when not managed correctly it'll eat away everything. Assumption 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i seem to like it. politics evolves from unhappiness which results in bitching. assumption one + assumption two = &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;accept politics, just dont be the one that people bitch about.&lt;/span&gt; food for thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-8227134587063438720?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8227134587063438720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=8227134587063438720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/8227134587063438720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/8227134587063438720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-841620599449367484</id><published>2010-11-01T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:46:11.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>among the nights when you have a tinge of reminiscence- of the very feeling which you were so confident of. dont fret when all fails, just find back the drive that brought you to the present. should there be no more drive, create one. to live without a purpose is no different from a car on automation without a driver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i intepret this song as the journey of achieving freedom- you lose some, you gain some. give and take. at the end of the day, what's lost must be found. &lt;br /&gt; F      C              Dm              bB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我 寒夜裡看雪飘过 怀著冷却了的心窝飘远方&lt;br /&gt;    F         C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;风雨裡追赶 雾裡分不清影踪&lt;br /&gt;    bB             F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天空海阔你与我 可会变 (谁没在变)&lt;br /&gt;    F      C              Dm              bB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多少次 迎著冷眼与嘲笑 从没有放弃过心中的理想&lt;br /&gt;    F         C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一刹那恍惚 若有所失的感觉&lt;br /&gt;    bB             F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知不觉已变淡 心裡爱 (谁明白我)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    bB      C       F      bB      C       F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原谅我这一生不羁放纵爱自由 也会怕有一天会跌倒&lt;br /&gt;bB       C      F Am Dm  bB      C         F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;背弃了理想 谁人都可以 那会怕有一天只你共我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dm   C     bB      C     Dm    C   F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;仍然自由自我 永远高唱我歌 走遍千里&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-841620599449367484?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/841620599449367484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=841620599449367484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/841620599449367484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/841620599449367484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/among-nights-when-you-have-tinge-of.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-9005477566702057915</id><published>2010-10-22T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:12:10.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dedication</title><content type='html'>if you're stranded, helpless and can only contact your friends to help you, who will you call? everyone has a story, this is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a dedication to the people who defined me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this girl i sat with for the whole of my pri school life. i do not know her for only 5 years of my life. over the years, in between months of no-contact, we always feel good to speak Truthfully to each other, however ugly the matter may be. she's Angela lee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my first gf when i was late 12, it was puppy love, but i spent 4 years with her. 4 years of memories, love, hurt, sadness, happiness to name a few emotions. its a pity we started too young, too immatured or we'll be a pair of good friends now. i handled the breakup a tat too wrong and we dont talk anymore. i think she hates me. (heh). i dont exactly miss her, but i really wonder how she is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondary school was a mess, but from hokkienhuaykuan, rylee's named after her. a much envied person, i respect her. she'll give her best to make everyone happy. a session out with her is like, therapy. i do enjoy my time with her :) a soon to be doctor, she is Sheila, xinle. Rylee tang smith Xinle is my niece's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to have a group of bros from VS who ensured me that i do not have to project myself as someone else to seek peer acceptance. just be myself. a superficial image will just be torn down, just like how the others suffered. they are xiwei, joeltang and kafai. Kafai left us, to reasons the other two have yet to reveal to me. no doubt every time i am reminded of them, i promised to never let my friends go ahead with their lives without knowing my appreciation for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first 16 years of my life was a bad foundation for me. it was shaky, filled with selfish and arrogant thoughts. it made me yearn for a second chance in jc, where i met the rest of the people i know i can rely on anytime, every where. on hind sight, perhaps these 16 years were the right foundation for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arvintang, no longer relinquished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-9005477566702057915?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9005477566702057915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-3002566608414475762</id><published>2010-10-22T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T13:39:54.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>angsty post, beware:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why should i give a shit when you dont give a damn? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant help it. fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-3002566608414475762?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3002566608414475762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=3002566608414475762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/3002566608414475762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/3002566608414475762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/angsty-post-beware-why-should-i-give.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-1933247413662754902</id><published>2010-10-22T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T09:33:48.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its not who you are but what you do that defines you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-1933247413662754902?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1933247413662754902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=1933247413662754902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1933247413662754902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1933247413662754902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-not-who-you-are-but-what-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-1904711120972010604</id><published>2010-10-19T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T07:10:09.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHH. gaowei ttm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a close Prof tells you about his lost child, it would no doubt be one of the more emotional matters you will experience. and your friend just have to sit down at the moment a tear slipped down his cheek AHHH GAOWEI LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, an even heavier heart now cause of a lost life to someone dear to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-1904711120972010604?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1904711120972010604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=1904711120972010604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1904711120972010604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1904711120972010604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-5106341582465325043</id><published>2010-10-18T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T20:23:56.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Five Regrets of the Dying By Bronnie Ware Platinum Quality Author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learned never to underestimate someone's capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and eventuallyacceptance. Every single patient found their peace before they departed though, every one of them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people have had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish I didn't work so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children's youth and their partner's companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friendsuntil their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip.  But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called 'comfort' of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content.  When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my own input, dont regret. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-5106341582465325043?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5106341582465325043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=5106341582465325043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5106341582465325043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5106341582465325043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/five-regrets-of-dying-by-bronnie-ware.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-4769585462287567074</id><published>2010-10-18T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:45:55.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the Fed prints more money which in short, decreasing interest rates and depreciating the Dollar. Real exchange rate drops hence price of foreign goods increases while domestic ( States )  decreases. US hopes to draws investments and consumption inwards. however, the mad rush for greenback increases may misled floaters- prediciting inflation. other countries loses their advantages as well. i guess printing of money is not the same as creating monies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. as a large, open economy, what should be feared is that the monetary policies undertaken by the USA may affect others more than their own domestic policies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-4769585462287567074?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4769585462287567074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=4769585462287567074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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shit in my own backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a story dont only have two sides, it has thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-6351516323872074376?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6351516323872074376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=6351516323872074376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/6351516323872074376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/6351516323872074376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-and-time-again-i-am-reminded-not.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-5233447549569768847</id><published>2010-10-14T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:26:15.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reaffirming im not able to apply for SEP, with a cap just .1 away from the minimum, i guess i cant fulfil what i wanted for in my NUS life. was telling my bros at a ex-classmates meeting: im afraid the only thing i regret in the future is my university life. time to practise what i teach- i am aware of my flaws, this should be a wake up call for action to breakthrough. i lack the conditioning part to keep myself going. time to study arvin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-5233447549569768847?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5233447549569768847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=5233447549569768847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5233447549569768847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5233447549569768847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/reaffirming-im-not-able-to-apply-for.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-3248402250750928963</id><published>2010-10-13T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T03:04:22.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLWDwdx9NxI/AAAAAAAAADA/iJJLHM3Sv70/s1600/IMG_4260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLWDwdx9NxI/AAAAAAAAADA/iJJLHM3Sv70/s400/IMG_4260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527468986318272274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLWDcSNfgSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S1k2_eCO78c/s1600/IMG_4274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLWDcSNfgSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S1k2_eCO78c/s400/IMG_4274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527468639615156514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee and kaylee both went home. they are so damn cute.&lt;br /&gt; pretty happy that for once in my life, i had a chance to be part of 3 families. first time seeing my dad being so happy as well. someone asked me if i had a time machine where and when will i go. i would want to go back in past to see how my dad was. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-3248402250750928963?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3248402250750928963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=3248402250750928963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/3248402250750928963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/3248402250750928963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/rylee-and-kaylee-both-went-home.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLWDwdx9NxI/AAAAAAAAADA/iJJLHM3Sv70/s72-c/IMG_4260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-2721985428424165547</id><published>2010-10-13T02:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T02:49:18.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What else to expect?</title><content type='html'>with a strange turn of events, i am lucky to get admitted into NOC, india. looking forward to the three months overseas there. somehow, perhaps i am thinking that it may push me to understand what made the changes in such a short time to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been thinking about it, i guess i am not as strong as i think i am! time to buck up. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-2721985428424165547?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2721985428424165547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=2721985428424165547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/2721985428424165547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/2721985428424165547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-else-to-expect.html' title='What else to expect?'/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-8079162905594947696</id><published>2010-06-05T00:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:26:13.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>心若倦了泪也干了&lt;br /&gt;这份深情难舍难了&lt;br /&gt;曾经拥有天荒地老&lt;br /&gt;已不见你暮暮与朝朝&lt;br /&gt;这一份情永远难了&lt;br /&gt;原来时还能再度拥抱&lt;br /&gt;爱你的人如何死守到老&lt;br /&gt;怎样面对一切我不知道&lt;br /&gt;回忆过去痛苦的相思忘不了&lt;br /&gt;为何你还来拨动我心跳&lt;br /&gt;爱你怎么能了今夜的你应该明了&lt;br /&gt;愿难了情难了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when its over. waves of emotions come to you. registering that fact hurts like shit, and acknowledging it gives u another waves. i'll wait i guess, i'll wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-8079162905594947696?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8079162905594947696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=8079162905594947696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/8079162905594947696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/8079162905594947696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-5771389577438730351</id><published>2010-05-04T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:07:19.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Appreciation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone dont mind and sometimes, need it. agree? the smile that dont contain the happiness you use to see, the words that seem dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its in time like this when you start thinking: whadaya want from me; who am i to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-5771389577438730351?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5771389577438730351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=5771389577438730351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5771389577438730351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5771389577438730351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/appreciation-everyone-dont-mind-and.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-2322452513462422720</id><published>2010-04-13T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T04:54:28.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first time ever to feel so prepared for something yet only to turn back at the gateway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an elephant moving south can never overcome a billion rats moving north in unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story? a lone ranger seeking to change the world can never work; to dominate, move as a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunzibinfar number 54. hahaha coolshites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-2322452513462422720?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2322452513462422720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=2322452513462422720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/2322452513462422720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/2322452513462422720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-time-ever-to-feel-so-prepared-for.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-5186321929704819279</id><published>2010-02-01T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:39:56.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"its not the size of you in a fight, its the size of the fight in you"&lt;br /&gt;-melkhoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often, what matters to us is that we recognise the David in us; the David who defeated the Goliath despite his significant comparative disadvantage of height and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recognising the giant within us and acknowledging the leverage tools we have may just be the template we need to overcome any hurdles in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-5186321929704819279?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5186321929704819279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=5186321929704819279' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5186321929704819279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5186321929704819279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-not-size-of-you-in-fight-its-size.html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-1789890770275741854</id><published>2010-01-21T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:55:43.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what if the flame that was once believed to never die out met a backdraft- in johnny storm's words- exploded and just disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-1789890770275741854?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1789890770275741854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/8981519936397069960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/8981519936397069960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/liar-must-have-damn-good-memory.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-7935216166784750890</id><published>2010-01-18T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:38:57.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pouring the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidifies not into grief, not into that you can recognise; it gets thick as paste, black as ash, yet it isnt until you dip a finger in and feel that sharp prick of heat that you realised this is regret and pain in its purest form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unrefined and misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly, it thickens on your finger and you finally realise: this is a cast that cant be broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-7935216166784750890?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7935216166784750890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=7935216166784750890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7935216166784750890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7935216166784750890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/pouring-syrup-of-loss-over-open-fire-of.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-2605121455922394687</id><published>2010-01-17T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T03:23:25.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when things you hold close to your heart fall apart; when matters you are so sure of suddenly reveals; when you thought it didnt matter and it does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears will fall and soul will sink. then you realise and reflect.. before long, you finally understood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no longer the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-2605121455922394687?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2605121455922394687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=2605121455922394687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/2605121455922394687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/2605121455922394687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-things-you-hold-close-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-7422460740974540312</id><published>2009-10-18T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T10:47:45.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;matt&lt;/span&gt;, sort of relieved. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shuhui&lt;/span&gt;, not a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; know of this know! anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whoaaa&lt;/span&gt;... i came a long way from being a supporter of climbing to now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;climbing&lt;/span&gt; myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday when i was seated at the chair, i told myself.. i always believe that i could climb.. either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rockclimbing&lt;/span&gt;-wise well or as a monkey, simply. but there i was sitting in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SP's&lt;/span&gt; preparation seat while the timer counted down from the 3.5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; loop. three things came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i can do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;finally i can do what i wish for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i hope i can continue doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of weird. getting used to waiting for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gf's&lt;/span&gt; isolation for like wad, 2 hours? to me being isolated for 3 hours and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;climbin&lt;/span&gt; a relatively good climb, ending 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; in the heats. but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; good enough for finals today. today a different 3 things came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;can i do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;finally, is this what i wish do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i wished she was in the crowd looking at me doing this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bleks&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; do well for my finals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i was not focusing! i know i can do much better. plus a bit of panic cause i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dint&lt;/span&gt; expect myself to not being able to even finish half the route! got to take it in my stride and learn again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; for a while, ironically, it made me feel quite good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; back, truly am. wished she was here though. enjoyed my climb and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;despite&lt;/span&gt; all the encouragement, i know i can do better today at SP. watch it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be back stronger and more consistent. (applying the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;mohd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; motivation sequences to myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; thoughts vs negative thoughts concept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;nv&lt;/span&gt; came so clearly to me. figured that even if it is sub &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;consciously&lt;/span&gt; at the back of my mind, a negative thought will affect you as you push out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; limit and haunt u. i need to work hard. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;stmgoal&lt;/span&gt; is to train hard enough to compete equally with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;daryl&lt;/span&gt;! watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;outtttt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; coming hard and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well till then. life's turning around and turning fast. but with choices made in the past, consequences still catch up and there's no way you can shun it, even if you have made a correction or change your views. i just need to make a new choice to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; new consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i can now prove not all consequences have negative connotations. with my new educational company set up, looking forward to seeing kids smile as they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;instill&lt;/span&gt; the right sense of attitude towards life=) kids rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-7422460740974540312?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7422460740974540312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=7422460740974540312' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7422460740974540312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7422460740974540312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/yup-matt-sort-of-relieved.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-7397572626516294067</id><published>2009-09-23T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T05:03:20.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NEW POST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHEH! start of a new chapter is great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;NUS life is like good... (minus the studyin part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;anyways anyhow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;although each of us have a certain set of values and experience to enable us to coach others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;being your own coach is the hardest thing to do. So, work for it! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-7397572626516294067?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7397572626516294067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=7397572626516294067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7397572626516294067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7397572626516294067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-post-wheh-start-of-new-chapter-is.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-9163527666917532868</id><published>2009-01-05T02:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T02:57:43.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a while. another year has passed and no this is not an emo entry haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have not been going smooth, though definately with some improvement. when all factors of staying fit to fight equates to zero, one has to only depends on his mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will my mentality be strong enough to withstand all kinds of shit happening to me? i often asked this to myself. 2 years later, the answer is, well, i have already gone through 2 years, 2, 4, 20 years wont be much different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, proving critics wrong is why i am so hot into what i am doing. watch out, i'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope that my family matters work out first, thats the first and most impt factor i have to adjust. 2ndly, i know my lady will be happy if she know that she'll be in all the aspects i use to consider options in my life. 3rdly, slam those critics down with success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can do and may make many difficult decisions at this point of time. much of this decisions may determine the my market situation in China. Having links to the China MNC which produced the first rocket in China history, the lady who have houses in all 36 province of China, and the list goes on. this cant happen without the support of a few impt friends and xiuxiu. like agatha, andrew benkwan ain edwin bob kahsing da j and much to consider. one thing that i have to say is still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch out, i'll be back, and back stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is my new year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arvin tang the frog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-9163527666917532868?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9163527666917532868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=9163527666917532868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/9163527666917532868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/9163527666917532868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-5248684223501737657</id><published>2008-05-08T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:04:07.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this old frog is in a shocked and depressed mood.&lt;br /&gt;&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/34522962-5248684223501737657?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5248684223501737657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=5248684223501737657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5248684223501737657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/5248684223501737657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-old-frog-is-in-shocked-and.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-6517476308574082865</id><published>2008-05-02T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:13:00.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HELLO u all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;haha.. my blog's being discovered as we speak.. well well well. Hi people. esp to the ladies who made my SJI camp memorable too. and arlo, 123,456,789, i no time tag other ppl blog la, started with bec's, any prob! i'll stick on u=P haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well this is the shirt they gave me!!=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195796065237839282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/SBss_infrbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zywDSM5WIhM/s320/Picture+002.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;they signed and gave tat to me on the last day. haha sweet. anyway well.. realli must comment on them. first day when i saw them, they bullied me LAaarh. that jing wen. pretend cannot hear me make me shout till i pek chek. haha on a serious note, noticed that the class had different cliques and they might not be as bonded as they should be. taking a mental note, i was surprised by the constant enthu led on by their class leaders. very outstanding.=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;days past in st johns' and they enjoyed themselves, while immersing into the mood of being at a deserted island just with their class. a strong class bond was eventually forged which i know, will carry them on for rest of their lives. rock on!! still rmb how i irritate ppl in the camp, TRa LALA cheer started cuz trella was calling me toad. so i just TRE LALA LALA and started the song. haha. super fun. and there's beautiful girls!!! my favorite song lo. told u all, when i go back to do camps it'll be my first song hehe. it was pretty cute cuz at first our campfire prep was for PRETTY woman. i suppose they saw me dance to beautiful girls too often and learnt it faster than pretty woman. haha. was great. in the ferry back played with wenjie and the rest. ahha. nonsense me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;campfire was good. reflections that nite took a long time but it was very much needed. 2 days were all that 3 J needed to realise that among them are frens who will give it all just to support them. cherish them and be well=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;anwyay, im back to work finally. going to fly to hong kong and dubai in a while. let me know if u wan anything from there.. DA J time to go out makan. class outing yo yo yo. haha. feels good tonite! had a drink just now after meetin client.. now ppl jio play dota CMI!! alrights signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;your froggy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195798496189328834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/SBsvNCnfrcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5vERiBzfRFU/s320/IMGP4461.JPG" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/34522962-6517476308574082865?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6517476308574082865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=6517476308574082865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/6517476308574082865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/6517476308574082865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-u-all.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/SBss_infrbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zywDSM5WIhM/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-4345529571498848584</id><published>2008-04-26T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T01:03:50.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the one i participate as an instructor.. the place i went back to since a yr ago at st john island.. the one which i feel is my current best group after bowen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SNGS CAMP at SJI with me. you rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;girls are fine ladies, enthu but unfamilier to each other. feels good that as an instructor, this is one of the times i have (i believe) deeply impacted all of them and have assit them to knit a strong bond together. finally grasp hold of my idol willy and melvin plus timlo said last year. the campers cries not just becuz u caught their soft spot through debriefing, but they feel the difference before and after, esp for a new class. when they tears, it IS a successful camp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;im very proud of my group, 3 justice. matured young ladies. a class with different people of different characters and feelings but united tightly as a single class. rock on, 3J. cute=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this camp has indeed reignite my passion for teaching and coaching. yes yes my dear classmates and frens laugh at me for teachin values, but at the moment u instil a set of values unto them. the feeling is unforgettable. pain sweat tireness blood irritatedness broship sis-ship respect. a myraid of feelings and emotions in one camp both for the instructor and campers. yet another group of young lives i'hv influenced for the better. im glad.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-4345529571498848584?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4345529571498848584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=4345529571498848584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/4345529571498848584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/4345529571498848584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/class.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-7946666253228748325</id><published>2008-04-14T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T05:46:11.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>APPPPLLEEEEE BOTTTTTTTOM JEANNS, BOOTs WITH THE FURR [ W the FURRR] AND THE WHOLLLLEEEEE CLUB WAS LOOOOOOOKING AT HEERRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE HIT THE FLO,&lt;br /&gt;NEXT THING YOU KNOW, SHAWTEEEE&lt;br /&gt;got&lt;br /&gt; LOW&lt;br /&gt;  LOW&lt;br /&gt;   LOW&lt;br /&gt;    LOW&lt;br /&gt;     LOW&lt;br /&gt;      LOW&lt;br /&gt;       LOW&lt;br /&gt;        LOWWWWW.             (dirty sweat pants, reebok with the strapppp, she turn ard and gave that big booty a smack!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whooooooo new fav song, FINE, not fav new song. im lag, i know. KIKS we rocks la. ahaha. yup judd you were one of my guineeeee pigs for theory 1 hahaha.. u realli have the ballet feeling yo! and da J its time u talk to me bout it man. wheeeeeee. going for camp soon. stnicks 24th to 6th. interesting. with like ALVIN ANDREW MELLOY WEELLLLI TIMLO ME JAC JO CHERIE MEIQI and others i think. haha. WHOOosh. fun man. well, things are picking up and my biz is and will be blooming! glad. see u all!&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-7946666253228748325?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7946666253228748325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=7946666253228748325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7946666253228748325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7946666253228748325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/apppplleeeee-botttttttom-jeanns-boots.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-7463248544724808037</id><published>2008-04-11T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:59:42.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ello. aiyoooo... looking thru the emails andfacebook. i miss those buggers overseas la. just so happened they're good friends and MY closest frens too. SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick ,my mina, KIKI... come back la. wan to smack one's ass, pat one's head, and point 3rd finger at the other=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-disclaimer: figure out urself which action is for who =X -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh... long time nv update cuz lazy la da J, think like u ar, eat already MUST blog. flew back from hk, the situation looks good. im gonna battle yet again. watch out, SLK 250.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i often have theories which shall be put to the test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theory no. 1: heh heh, by looking at the way how girls stand and poise, one can tell she's a ballet dancer or not. ------------accuracy to 80%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theory no. 2: the habitual number of plys of toliet paper used is directly proportionate to the comfortbility of life in relative scale for the person when he is young - comfort need not means wealth.------------- accuracy to 75% (some ppl just like to waste paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theory no. 3: when u speed(drive) from one junction to another and the light just turns red, most prob your next light will turn red before you reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muaha. ok nth much now.. im like having my childhood over again. started playin soccer, play RUBRICKS and yes its fun, play dota.. whee. on the other hand. cant wait for things to end so that i can proceed on smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-7463248544724808037?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7463248544724808037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=7463248544724808037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7463248544724808037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7463248544724808037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/ello.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-6146372257779955600</id><published>2008-03-20T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:40:39.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeew. cannot stand emo posts on my blog. ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell u something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;IM FLYING TML!!!!!!!!! see you all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gonna meet the trackies later.. hahah funny... hope ze will be there. its always interesting talkin to her and realised her understanding power is as fast as a sloth. AHHAHA. but her being so sincere always makes me feel comfort when im with her. cheers. yay. hahaha. wonder how my MINAH's doing in AUS. shall drop her a call soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeee gdluck to xiu xiu for ur comp tml. and speakin of comp. eh ZA, ur nickname is one that describe u best. HAHAH ok la, i shall call u pretty from now. eh PRETTY, wad comp issit? no need stress la just train. ask me out i train with u. some shooting hoops again? HAHA dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-6146372257779955600?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6146372257779955600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=6146372257779955600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/6146372257779955600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/6146372257779955600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/eeew.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-591970312979454431</id><published>2008-03-20T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:19:19.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i might be emotional, but not emo. there's a difference, big J, shithead. -.-&lt;br /&gt;za, you are dumb la. forever asking us out but u're not free. WHEN ARE U FREE. (for the 2352395874578023 times in the 3 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you usually like this..? once a bro, always a bro. once a sis, always your sis. is that how u feel too? then why will there be chances that you drift apart, by choice? maybe thats why people calls me dumb. when i am close to someone, my feelings are true and i give it all to them. to the extent sometimes, guiltyly and i am sure not to do so now, closer to them than my dear xiuxiu. and now.. when there's someone new in your life, and you wont wan to spend more time with an old buddy, let me know yeah..... it does hurts, and it does sound silly, to be out of reach of your (or u think) best frens.. to the 2 sis and a bro who will nv read this. i always miss u all, and wondering, did i do anything wrong? indeeed im affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cuz with that, i also come to realised how true some frenships are. justin fat... wongka.... agasoh.... drew... fav juniors judnut... ZA BASTar* and gang... among some of my treasured friends. would nv miss out miss yap too. haha.. =) you all make me feel warm when im down. as per u all are a call away, i will too. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;emotional little cute froggy me signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-591970312979454431?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/591970312979454431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=591970312979454431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/591970312979454431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/591970312979454431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-might-be-emotional-but-not-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-1728308499231176511</id><published>2008-03-16T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T03:42:44.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>再给我两分钟，让我把记忆变成冰。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*你听了40次还不够哈？！*&lt;br /&gt;heh heh it has been like tat for the last week=P even the officer that walks into the room slightly less then 10 times a day complain why is it always that song. HEH HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;minah: i donno how to change the link. someone did it for me, but know, ur link's always linked to my heart..... heh=)&lt;br /&gt;rae: hello rae! heard u're overseas.. how u coping there? haiyo. im a no one dont worry.. i dont even know wads forbes=) so yeah, how long will u be there!!&lt;br /&gt;nut: nut dont be a nut. CONTROL!! hahah.. wad u been up to ehz?&lt;br /&gt;justin: EH YOU FATASS !!!! PANGSEH ME FOR DINNER WITH THAT KAKA STILL DARE TO SAY ANYTHING!!! GRR. &amp;amp;*%*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.. taking a slow and easy pace of life these days before flying off next few weeks for work. will be real busy soon and i just want to enjoy myself now hehz. nt'h much's up, cept well, went out with xiu xiu to eat and she taught me GIVE ME 2 MINS!!! ahhh maadness... and justin and kahsing pangsehed me like the 5th time tonite. u two are so gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw many people yesterday at comms parade, kaixiang, keynes, jason tan, blah blah.. all rightful people to hold that postion. congrats. for the 9 months of s*** they have been thru, yesterday was their day=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-1728308499231176511?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1728308499231176511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=1728308499231176511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1728308499231176511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/1728308499231176511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/40-heh-heh-it-has-been-like-tat-for.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-708038081888501586</id><published>2008-03-04T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T05:34:54.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hellos..=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;birthday just passed, 20 this year.. hm, another army year, another soft yr for me. gosh now's 9 and im still starving. oo jas's just talked to me glad to know she's fine as well. sigh. in the army loop. feeling a bit older now, hope the expected storm thats coming my way can hit me with mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went out to meet my juniors, here's a pic of the legendary castle in singapore. always fun meeting the two crazy jud and nut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173879302464626466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/R81P0C4mXyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y0OKBDhYo8w/s320/nutjudme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;recently bought a book called the Black Swan. regarding randomness in our lives. reading a chapter today made me conclude: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its the small details that make us who we are, and we ought to focus on the details and minute stuff rather than the expected, controlled matters on our hands. think back in your life, how many major events can u remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and usually, among those major events if you give it a serious thought, you realised they are the results of the small minute effort and details? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is it these major events ( "the result") that changes ur life or the detailing ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;haha. im totally into this book now. watched a jaychou mv, very nice. as follows=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;最長的電影&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;我們的開始是很長的電影&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;放映了三年&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;我票都還留著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;冰上的芭蕾腦海中還在旋轉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;望著你慢慢忘記你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;朦朧的時間 我們溜了多遠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;冰刀劃的圈　圈起了誰改變&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;如果再重來 會不會稍嫌狼狽&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;愛是不是不開口才珍貴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;再給我兩分鐘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;讓我把記憶結成冰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;別融化了眼淚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;你妝都花了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;要我怎麼記得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;記得你叫我忘了吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;記得你叫我忘了吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;你說你會哭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;不是因為在乎&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/34522962-708038081888501586?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/708038081888501586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=708038081888501586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/708038081888501586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/708038081888501586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/hellos.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/R81P0C4mXyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y0OKBDhYo8w/s72-c/nutjudme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-4128655006217324180</id><published>2008-02-25T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:21:13.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out for a pleasant gathering with the tj trackers... no, tracker.. yup my fav junior, NUT!! =) had a fun time crapping eating and watching juno.  whooo juno's pretty good... quite a sweet movie. i like it more than ps i lvoe u. and oh yes i missed a part of ps i love u cuz i was late=P hahaha... thanks to nut for cheering me up totally. o=) yup.. an angel for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nites&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-4128655006217324180?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4128655006217324180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=4128655006217324180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/4128655006217324180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/4128655006217324180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/went-out-for-pleasant-gathering-with-tj.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-5797437134513443929</id><published>2008-02-22T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T05:20:23.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;haha.. whenever i log in, i see the title above, froggie page..... brings a smile to my face no matter how empty i am feeling, like, now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;shrugs, back to reailty. i donno why im feeling like this. i need a drink badly. looking thru the blogs, glad that claudia has found someone who truely loves her and provide joy for her from now on. honestly, i feel so much better knowing she's happily in her own world now. best wishes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;wonder how's jas. random. wonder how's a lot of ppl recently. does it happen to everyone? hmmm makes me wonder. with each phase of life, would u spend some eeffort getting in touch with e rest of your oldies? what if u did and realised its only you whose trying? they say this is wad that catagorises true frens from accuq., though i beg to differ. maybe thats why im feelin empty? yea maybe thats it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i lost a couple of grand to a mistake. foolish me.. i need some encouragement but i do not know where to get it.. big bro's hard to be... when ppl blames me when its not my fault, i need to take it in my stride, when ppl leave me for sth i did not do, i need to swallow my pride, when ppl are down, i will get them up, when others need someone, i promise i would be there. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but.. when i need someone..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nut once asked: what is the difference betw loving a fren as a bro/sis or lovin a fren more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;i replied: loving a fren as a bro/sis is when u know you cant love him/her more than a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a drink badly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stolen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We watch the season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pull up it’s own stakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And catch the last weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Of the last week, Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Another sun soaked season fades away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Invitation only, Grand Farewells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Crush the best one Of the best ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Clear liquor and cloudy eyed Too early to say goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And from the ball room floor We are in celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;One good stretch before our hibernation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Our dreams assured and we all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sleep well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you have stolen you have stolen my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Watch you spin around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In your highest heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; You are the best one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Of the best ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WeAllLookLikeWeFeel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you have stolen my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you have stolen my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you have stolen my heart&lt;/span&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/34522962-5797437134513443929?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5797437134513443929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=5797437134513443929' title='0 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;whee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;finally heard from that pui. hope she smiles more from now on. a lot of people care for u girl. smile once more like u always do=) jaslyn..!! miss u..! hope u're coping well.. omg kimbo acutally VISITED MY BLOG THOUGH IT DIED FOR 6 MONTHS?! coolios=) bobo u rock. for that, i shall dedicate this blogpost to her.. BOBO IS SHORT AND BOBOISH. ok ok haha. met up with them recently.. all the beta committee.. miss all the times i was with my committee.. the times they all gang up against me, suan me till i die, suan them till THEY die, of cuz, till mohana comes around but well, wonder how is she cuz we lost contact.. ahh.. mina's still great, leavin soon, very sad, very sad. two more days. sigh. this feeling sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;been alone for some time, and with each passing minute, i feel more at ease with myself. i must learn to accept myself, where i can think properly and process information alone. not a very pleasant thing to do as of now, sigh. somemore, this yr's pretty quiet for me.. oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;birthday's coming, i'hv decided to let it pass quietly as well. íts my 20th after all, nth much..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;010308. time flew. its been a yr since i met the instrs, changed my lives after our first contact. the wild Arvin is unleashed... dots dots. jaslyn ar, pui pui ar.. my bro alvin esp. sigh. just wish so much, he could treat wads happeneing professionally and be best bros yet again. i shall wait. of cuz, ending this post with this: brought in BOBO to CHA and she likes it!! bob bob too. meihui, juiors, others. hope their lives changed as much as it did for me. camp high achievers. achieve what you can and what you should. together, we acheive more. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What's Left of Me Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Music Artist: Nick Lachey Album: What's Left of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch my life, Pass me by, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the rear view mirror &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures frozen in time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are becoming clearer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna waste another day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stuck in the shadow of my mistakes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus] Cause I want you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I feel you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crawling underneath my skin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a hunger, Like a burning, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To find a place I've never been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm broken, And I'm faded, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm half the man I thought I would be: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you can have what's left of me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been dying inside, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little by little, No where to go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But going out of my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In endless circles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running from my self until, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gave me a reason for standing still &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's falling faster, Barely breathing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me something, To believe in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not all in my head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take what's left Of this man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make me whole &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been dying inside you see I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'m going out of my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out of my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just running in circles all the time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you take what's left &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you take what's left &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you take what's left of me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-7743400001865105370?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7743400001865105370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=7743400001865105370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7743400001865105370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/7743400001865105370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-8788442377749453872</id><published>2008-02-16T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T03:55:19.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ps i love you</title><content type='html'>this is kind of cool, since blogging for me is a "nope" for pretty long time. well.. life for me has been ever changing. twists and turns seemed fun at one time, but you'll get sick of it after a while. bleooo.. i miss camps! haha. a new chapter will begin soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched PS i love you on vday, was an excellently good film. filled with so much emotions and it incurs a myraid of feelings when u watch it. one of the best films i'hv caught. i like it=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For You i will (confidence)- Teddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wondering the streets, in a world underneath it all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As what I can't have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair round your finger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I feel about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cannon ball into the water &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me if I st-stutter &gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From all of the clutter in my head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz I could fall asleep in those eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a water bed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I seem familiar, i've crossed you in hallways a thousand times, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more camouflauge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to be exposed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not be afraid to fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And cannon ball into the water &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You always want what you can't have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've got to try &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you If I could dim the lights in the mall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And create a mood &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shout out your name so it echos in every room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what I'd do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what I'd do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to get through to you I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And cannon ball into the water &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You always want what you can't have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've got to try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-8788442377749453872?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8788442377749453872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522962&amp;postID=8788442377749453872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/8788442377749453872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522962/posts/default/8788442377749453872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/ps-i-love-you.html' title='ps i love you'/><author><name>frog.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806218575307127280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSpOwEf51s8/TLh38uapfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/nn-fmppubE0/s1600-R/68818_147985641910855_123935524315867_235438_7857139_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522962.post-3438337909270619853</id><published>2007-03-13T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:08:58.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happenings came in bunches of good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results weren't good, but the sadness lasted probably a day when i realised, as what jas n other instructors told me.. i have other stuff to make up for it. and i shall cont be the froggy me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camps were good, with a lot of experience gained again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sad that xphysique had a screw up and i dint get the top 5 medal=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was glad my team was so strong up against the open teams to come in 6th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sad i was yes, nat, so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least now and there i tok to my exclassmates and frens. of which i always will be entertained and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway before i get to tok bout other stuff, im gonna be overseas for 4 days till sunday from now. going on a biz trip to indo. so tk care guys and be well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522962-3438337909270619853?l=sheepishmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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