<?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-21800460</id><updated>2011-07-27T00:12:55.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simple complication</title><subtitle type='html'>jayne -- a unique version of "jane"
just me, can't wait to be 21 and stay at that age
non-male.
love to eat.. live to eat, not eat to live
just trying to live a life that is not my own but for Him
studying in smu econs...but am no-where keen in the corporate world.
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(though my seat sucks) and i tell you, if they come to sg.. i will go for their concert AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told chris that i wanted to be on the first row seats to touch his feet.. and chris said that i have a foot fetish. hur hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i had to do the Fan-thing! after their concert.. i stood outside their trailer bus and waited to get their autograph.. specifically jason wade's. BUT HE Didnt come out! But Bryce did and it was just as good!!!!!  :) he signed on my 130CAD ticket! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna upload the video soon.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesomeness!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-5948838686414624093?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/5948838686414624093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=5948838686414624093&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5948838686414624093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5948838686414624093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/05/lifehouse.html' title='lifehouse!!! :)'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-6598563899301605375</id><published>2008-04-12T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:06:57.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>techno life.</title><content type='html'>some of you probably know, i was in this techno phase when i was in secondary school. like especially when u have no where to study but mos burger. i was a faithful mos burger fan  (together with ting) and they played WKRZ 91.3 nonstop all day long. henceforth, i know quite alot of techno songs... and thanks to the jap drama craze then.. i got super stuck to this song. you guys probably heard it before.. the classic version. well, this version is great too.. i know, techno. but music can super make u high, i dont know how though. granted, the singer does not know how to pronounce her words properly- but hey! it is techno! we never know what the lyrics are! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so here it goes: GLOBE:  Stop! in the name of love. the OST of Star Struck/ In love with a super star. WOoohooo!! jap drama! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fG_0ZR1Ul_Y&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fG_0ZR1Ul_Y&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-6598563899301605375?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/6598563899301605375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=6598563899301605375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6598563899301605375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6598563899301605375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/04/techno-life.html' title='techno life.'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-5592933958196696907</id><published>2008-04-09T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T01:57:07.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>this is gonna be my 2nd last round of exams in my uni life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, exams starts in 2 days time and im in my 10% mugging mode. that is bad. i was awake last night watching beauty and the beast, save the last dance and take the lead. 6 hr movie marathon. im so tempted to watch "how i met ur mother" episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna have advanced corporate finance paper on thursday. and i only attended 3 lessons. call me lazy; i am. but i have a super justified reason why i shldnt waste my time waking up 8 am for this dumb class. my prof has no idea how to teach. she assumes that everyone knows everything. so then.. whats the point of attending class in the first place? oh and then, she asks questions in class ( and no one knows the answers) and she doesnt know the answers too! so then, why is she teaching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, this sucks. big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-5592933958196696907?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/5592933958196696907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=5592933958196696907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5592933958196696907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5592933958196696907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/04/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-3871040404698427882</id><published>2008-04-03T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:49:03.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin</title><content type='html'>alright. everytime i change my blogskin... i spend hrs on trying to make it look pretty. it is pretty alright. this is what u get when jayne is trying to do her homework in the library.. but has no music to shut her from distraction ( my yahoo music couldnt load.. :( ). in the end, i got super distracted by my surroundings and i started looking for blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to add photos. realised my blog has been dull... i'll see how this works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, trying listening to yahoo music launch cast. great alternative to online radio and repeated songs on ur ipod/itunes. the best part... it is free!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i really think that my blog skin looks darn pretty. im into polaroids.. and this is perfecto! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-3871040404698427882?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/3871040404698427882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=3871040404698427882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/3871040404698427882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/3871040404698427882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-blogskin.html' title='new blogskin'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-6877763507272875268</id><published>2008-04-03T04:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T04:39:34.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spring me back to life</title><content type='html'>ok it is time to change my blogskin... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as usual: im too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter has hit me bad and left a permanent scar of sloth in my nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to:&lt;br /&gt;1. wake up for class.&lt;br /&gt;2. do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;3. study for my exams&lt;br /&gt;4. travel out of toronto and to other cities in ontario.&lt;br /&gt;5. pack my room.&lt;br /&gt;6. email people.&lt;br /&gt;7. walk. i'd rather take public transport since i have a monthly pass that cost me 109 CAD, in which i'd better make the super best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;8. make travel plans&lt;br /&gt;9. write my internship report.&lt;br /&gt;10. look for internship for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;11. blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hurrah to winter, im less slothful to do these following:&lt;br /&gt;1. eat.&lt;br /&gt;2. groceries shopping ( to feed my gluttony)&lt;br /&gt;3. watch tv shows online.&lt;br /&gt;4. cook.&lt;br /&gt;5. sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring is finally here..( 2 weeks late though!). temperature on average is above zero. it is kinda ironic cos on the official calendar-marked day of spring, toronto was having snow storm. hur hur hur.. so much for blossoming flowers and bird chirpping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-6877763507272875268?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/6877763507272875268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=6877763507272875268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6877763507272875268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6877763507272875268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-me-back-to-life.html' title='spring me back to life'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-2791619871344462609</id><published>2008-03-19T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:16:19.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interviews..</title><content type='html'>i just went thru 2 rounds of phone interviews from a bank. it is probably the only bank that replied me to date.. (on the words of my roommate, the only bank that bothers to call people who are on exchange.. i like to think it that way..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it pretty made me think.. i'm applying for an internship position.. how come need 2 rounds of interviews? it was pretty nerve wreaking, i must admit. A face-to-face is worse.. so i must start counting my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only sucky thing about these phone interviews.. is that they gave me 2 hrs and less than 24 hrs notices respectively, and that it is being held at 2am in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, enuff said. just wanna get the job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-2791619871344462609?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/2791619871344462609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=2791619871344462609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2791619871344462609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2791619871344462609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/03/interviews.html' title='interviews..'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-6806514807942188242</id><published>2008-03-17T04:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T04:36:46.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psychin meself...</title><content type='html'>lifehouse is coming to town! (erm, i mean toronto...) and im almost 99% gamed in catching them live! i gotta psych myself up to convince myself why i would be paying 120 CAD to watch them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ia26w-uWm_g&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-6806514807942188242?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/6806514807942188242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=6806514807942188242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6806514807942188242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6806514807942188242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/03/psychin-meself.html' title='psychin meself...'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-4269308475526907752</id><published>2008-03-16T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T02:49:03.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being singaporean</title><content type='html'>being here in toronto isnt as lonely as i thought it would be. Surprising, at some places or restaurant, once in a while people start to pop out of no where and ask " are u singaporean or malaysian..." And people know from our slang or so-called accent. which is one thing im proud being a singaporean for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, when jasper and his friends were eating at some koreab bbq house.. the waiter suddenly came up to them and ask them whether they are from singapore. And that guys replied " eh! Tampines street 11!" hur hur.. or when rachel chow and i met up for the first time in toronto and we were eating at another korean bbq house, this young guy asked whether we are from singapore and he said he used to study at xinmin sec. or the other time when we were shopping at a korean supermarket.. this girl came up to us and ask whether we are singaporeans.. and yes, she is a singaporean who is a freshie in uni of toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may be the minority in toronto, but singaporeans always find each other in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like for example, Chris. he knew the previous batch of exchange students from smu ntu and nus..so yeah we were introduced to him when we were here.. after 1 mth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or jasper's friend's primary school classmate, Nas,... met up with them for dinner when jasper's friend was in town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or charlene, another nus girl frm FASS studying in another faculty in york too.. we only found out 1 mth later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or last night, baolin's friends drove up from usa on a road trip. they are from SMU SIS and were on some 2 year bachelor cum masters program with smu and host university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or one of the travel agent at our university is/was a singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u realise that singapore is reallly really really small. no matter how much u hate being in singapore.. there is something good identifying yourself as a singaporean. we dont miss asian food- we miss singaporean food. we need the sambal, balachan and hei-bee-hiam.  we need laksa, singaporean curry, hainanese chicken rice, bah ku teh. We need Teh-peng, milo-peng.. milo dinosaur.. and Kopi, not western coffee. We need prata (not pharatha!) and late night suppers. We need block 85 bah chor mee.. wanton mee..carrot cake.. char kway teow.. sambal stingray and prawn mee. These arent asian food cuisine u can find anywhere in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this are Singaporean food and u can only get the best back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-4269308475526907752?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/4269308475526907752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=4269308475526907752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4269308475526907752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4269308475526907752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-singaporean.html' title='being singaporean'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-1324726752262065412</id><published>2008-03-07T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T14:42:25.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fb fb fb fb fb...</title><content type='html'>im hooked to facebook. probably because i gave up studying.. i couldnt understand (or at least, i didnt put any effort to..) what is being taught. my mind goes completely blank and all i can think is to either check email, sleep or facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is rather interesting. cos i start checking out how other people are doing around the world. esp people who are also on exchange. you see that they and other exchange students of their exchange uni are pretty close. on the contrary, my exchange group arent really close. most of them live on residence (or hostel) and we the sg people are the only people living off campus.  i guess we are forced to make a different bunch of people altogether. we explore different places from the rest of the exchange people... and thanks to my rather irritating landlord, i tend to be away from the house, going to different places all the time. wouldnt trade anything for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, looking at other peoples' FB photos.. i get envious sometimes.. like when i saw jeanie's photos of the northern lights.. i think that im in the right country to see it too: just that it cost me 2000 bucks to fly to that nanavut place to see the same northern lights as that in europe. i see people skiing... and hey, im 6 hrs away from montreal and 2 hrs from Blue mountains... but i dun wanna stay over the weekend at a resort to skii until i burn. i rather stay for 4 -5 days.. which makes weekend skiing kinda impossible. oh well, winter this year is long.. it had better last till april for me to skii or else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to make my snow man before i leave... i need to make a successful snow angel before i leave..... THANK GOD FOR SNOW STORMS! cos i'll have more than enough snow to do and redo them.. hur hur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright time to TRY to sleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-1324726752262065412?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/1324726752262065412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=1324726752262065412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/1324726752262065412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/1324726752262065412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/03/fb-fb-fb-fb-fb.html' title='fb fb fb fb fb...'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-4310952703779715351</id><published>2008-03-01T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T04:17:47.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>winter binter</title><content type='html'>ok, i know that im here for a winter exchange in toronto. but according to sources and canada's winter history, winter should be ending right about... now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it isnt. instead, when i touched down in toronto last week, the weather became colder and colder and the past week was nothing but -18 degrees or -20 plus with wind shield. ever since i came to toronto since dec, i have never worn more than 3 layers till this week. my fingers turn icy immediately after i step out of the house.... i cant stand more than 15mins out in the cold. the worse part, (and u can observe everyone in school doing this...) when u are standing still, u tending to unknowingly and instinctively "bob" up and down to generate some body heat... even though u are in a heated room. like some muscle spasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least the sun is setting later. instead of the usual 5.15pm, it is now setting at 6ish, which makes the day less gloomy. cant complain much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just recovered from my 2nd round of stomach flu-ish problem. i think it is the tap water at home that is causing these vomitting and laosai-ing. i stayed on a gatorade and only-water-from-school regime for the next 4 days and recovered fast. i think i had enough on chalkish water from this place. so i bought a filter flask in which i just pour tap water into the flask and the water will get filtered by a.. water filter. aka. i bought a BRITA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o my gosh, it seriously works. my water seriously taste lighter and non chalky.. in fact, im gonna say that my water taste so damn good. CLEAN WATER AT HOME AT LAST! u guys at singapore, really start being thankful for good clean flouride water.... beats going to the supermarket every week to buy and drag 10L of distilled water home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another of my water fetish account: i have developed permanent sinus every morning now. a month back, sinus came with nose bleeds every morning. i think my nose finally gave way and couldnt take the dry weather. it is actually quite freaky to see blood every morning and every time i blow my nose into a tissue. it has been there every single day and i think las vegas made it worse. so last week, i could take it no longer and went to buy a air humidifier for my room. i dont know what to do with it when i go back singapore but i so super need it. it comes with a price though, buzzing sound every night. but it is quite a lullaby for me: at least i feel that the air in my room is not stale and it is circulating.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur. ok, i sound like im gonna stay here for life.. oh well, it is just another 2 more months and ironically, i am really used to life here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-4310952703779715351?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/4310952703779715351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=4310952703779715351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4310952703779715351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4310952703779715351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/03/winter-binter.html' title='winter binter'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-9177091132700802227</id><published>2008-02-17T17:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:03:35.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being late, and on first class</title><content type='html'>there is something about this trip that makes us all feel so tired: it is so packed (in a good way). have alot of things to do at one place for a short period of  time and we tend to rush for our travelling schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number one: TORONTO TO LA:::we were unintentionally late for our plane for LA from toronto. thanks to a terrible bus driver. we were panicking cos we NEVER took public transport to the airport before. 6 lost people pulling our luggages along a busy t-junction trying to figure out how to get our airport in time before we miss our plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number two: LAS VEGAS TO SEATTLE:::we were shopping at an outlet at Las vegas. apparently, the outlet was situated just at the border of nevada and california. our flight to seattle was at 8.10pm. The ride from the the outlet back to our motel was a good 45 min shuttle bus plus 15 mins cab. the cab ride from our motel to the airport was around 20 mins cab. so we wanted to take the 5.30pm shuttle back to las vegas to reach our motel by 6.45pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on time for our shuttle bus at 530. we stood outside the outlet waitin for our shuttle but it didnt come. or so we thought. there was a van loading some people, but it didnt occur to us to board the vehicle cos it didnt look like the vehicle we took to the outlet. so when our familiar bus came, the driver was like " why are u still here, the van that just left was your ride!". then u should see our faces- SHITE. we are SO gonna miss our flight to seattle. With a terruble traffic that we witnessed every night at the STRIP (a road where all the popular hotels are located) we are in serious shite. Not very easy to get a cab either. But thank goodness we managed to get a good cab driver.. we reached the airport 5 mins before check in closes. at the gate, i dont know how and why, 4 of us (2 of them did not followed us to seattle) we got upgraded to first class on alaska airlines!the funny thing was we did an online check in the night before, so i thought our seats are confirmed. but whatever it is, im glad we got first class for this 2 hrs flight. why? domestic flights never has meals or free snacks for us. i nearly starved to death on my 5 hrs flight to LA. but this time, after buying 2 bags of potato chips in preparation for our flights, we didnt open any of them and got free snacks (FREE FLOW!) to munch on! i love my life..... my first time on first class!!!!! im so gonna keep the airtix man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number three: SEATTLE TO VANCOUVER:::: ok, i think outlet shopping is bad bad bad.. we are perpetually late for everything thanks for outlet shopping. but oh my gosh... seattle premium outlet is SO GOOD! anyway, seattle's outlet location is tricky... we took 2 hrs to travel to the outlet from downtown seattle by bus. their brouchere said that it only takes 30 min drive.. liars. apparently, the outlet was located almost near the border of USA and Canada. LIke WHAT THE...!!!!! WE WERE GOING TO AND FRO THE BORDER TWICE IN 1 DAY!!! anyway, by the time we reach the outlet at 2pm, we only had 2 hrs to shop cos we have to make our way back to downtown seattle at 5pm and get ready for our greyhound ride which is at 6.25pm. at 415pm, we called for a cab and it came at 450pm. we were so screwed... we were so certain that for once we might miss our bus to vancouver. it took us 1 hr and 100 usd cab ride back to our inn to grab our bags and to the greyhound station. WE reached the station at 6pm.. just in time for boarding..... 30 mins into our bus ride to vancouver...we passed by teh seattle premium outlets.. and im sure we felt like killing ourselves- we spent 100 usd just to go back to the place we were at 1.5 hrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr... highly stressful trip man.. but it was fun. i just hope i dont miss my plane flight back to toronto from vancouver on monday night. reaching toronto on tues morning and i have a mid term in the afternoon.. help me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-9177091132700802227?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/9177091132700802227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=9177091132700802227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/9177091132700802227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/9177091132700802227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/02/being-late-and-on-first-class.html' title='being late, and on first class'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-4773261892228412264</id><published>2008-02-09T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T05:29:22.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast trip: LA- Hollywood &amp; Santa Monica</title><content type='html'>arrived at LA last night on chu yi. it is pretty funny how i'd spend my cny this year. lets talk abt chuyi; had reunion dinner with my fellow significant thirds at the basement of our house. 3 lonely singaporeans preparing our steamboat with a wide array for meat, seafood and veg, all in the name of clearing our fridge before leaving toronto for 11-13 days. if not, all the food will rot. This steamboat thing is pretty a good idea; we made our own ice lemon tea, our own beef shabu-shabu, king crab legs, 2 flavors of either homemade chicken stock or tomyum based soup. most importantly, we used our ricecooker as our steamboat machine! :) good stuff and probably the best meal i EVERY eaten since touching down in toronto. hohoho.. the food is just getting better. will post the photos on facebook soon! what's cool is that there was a snow storm outside our house.. and everywhere is white and snowy. so, is it christmas or cny... i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, our trip to the toronto int'l airport is rather interesting. in the effort to save money on transport, we (5 girls and 1 guy) decided to take a bus to the airport. BUT the bus driver was rude (im surprised, 1st rude canadian public officer) and we landed about 2 km from the airport departures. but we managed to get to airport in time for last minute check in after flagging down a cab. this cab driver is one kind of a big time arse; i gave him 20 bucks for the cab fare (and i was expecting a change) and the cab fare was only 5 dollars. he returned me 5 bucks and saying it was a tip. then baolin asked me why i paid the driver cos SHE PAID him 10 bucks before. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE CAB DRIVERS AT THE AIRPORT!!!! IT IS NOT THE FIRST TIME!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, landed in LA at night and im 14 hrs behind sg now (3 hrs behind toronto). i didnt know our accommodation is right smack in hollywood: HOLLYWOOD INTERNATIONAL HOSTEL. if u watch the oscars, the hostel is just opposite the theatre where they hold the show. so u can see like stars walking down the red carpet. this weekend is the grammies @ the staples centre. so we kinda missed it cos we will be in LA by then. the hostel looks dodgying but it is really ok. what else can u demand from for a 18-bucks a night hostel. thursday night is the start of the wkend for north americans. so even though the shops are closed, clubs are happening places to be at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to take a few snap shots of the popular hollywood sign. still cant believe im at hollywood after so many years of watching the shows on TV. LA is the place where all the stars lives. but all honestly, toronto and la feels pretty much the same (Except for the snow part and more crazy ang mohs screaming and lifting their shirts to show their manly nipples while driving pass us. Hollywood is really what u see in the movies; people gettin arrested, people selling starhouse maps, walk of fame and the hand&amp;foot prints cement slab @the chinese theatre kodak centre. other than that, tourist rip off i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to san monica at around noon; passed by UCLA and beverly hills. seriously, their beaches are gorgoeous. love the sand and the sun. i was so happy to be LA cos i get to wear slippers (flippys) and tube dress with leggings! no downcoat or boots or 3 layers of clothings for winter. when we reached the beach, i decided to do the one thing i have to do on my exchange travelling: smu jump! funny how we dont do the smu jump until we are out of smu. hur hur. so 6 of us... doing the smu jump over and over again... UNTIL a freak accident came. Kai (one of the girls) had a bad landing and sprained her knee cap very badly. so jasper and i were like running like baywatch lifeguards to find the nearest drug store. in the end, we took her to the nearest hospital (which is UCLA medical centre). quite an interesting way to explore LA rather than to get on  a guided tour. the wait was long so we decided take a walk out to eat KRISPY CREMES!!!! with coffee bean drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A COOL PERSON! :p u know back in sg, everyone thinks that malibu dream sucks. but hey, it is the most popular drink in Santa monica (cos maybe it is just 5 miles way from malibu itself. but due to its popularity, it was sold out. darn, and i thought i can drink malibu dream at its place of origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a long wait and consultation, kai is in a cast with crutches. one man down so everyone has to carry extra weight. we bought tv-and-microwavable dinners to eat back at the hostel. hur hur.. poor us. it's gonna be TV dinners and potatos and junk food for the next 11 days.. im REALLY gonna look american.. and it shows.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-4773261892228412264?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/4773261892228412264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=4773261892228412264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4773261892228412264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4773261892228412264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/02/west-coast-trip-la-hollywood-santa.html' title='West Coast trip: LA- Hollywood &amp; Santa Monica'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-8488783768672511678</id><published>2008-02-05T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T05:33:39.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b*t*ching time (Again)</title><content type='html'>yes, i am a good christian. i just wanna express my emotions more deeply rather than just saying "grumbling time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i was just going down to the basement of schulich (called, tuscher's) to grab my lunch. i forgot to grab lunch at home.. so kinda spend 5CAD (7.50 sgd) on cheese n steak sandwich (no drinks, few chips. the only consolation: good shite. So again, i missed my monday's class..( i really need to do something about this man...) all my classes starts at 1pm or 2.30pm (Except for my advanced corp finance which starts at 10). i simply cannot come to terms thaat i have to wake up 2 hrs before school starts to prepare myself. like back in sg, i used to wake up 45min - 1 hr before class and i can still be on time. Guess, this is life, huh (and very inefficient transport system). Ok, i shall give some credit to the transport systems.. they are very nice people and super crazy about safety. over the weekend, we were stuck at a station for about 5 to 7 mins becos some little kiddo lost his mom AT THE STATION (not in the train). the train conductor took the effort to stop and make announcements to search for the kiddo's mom. nice bunch of people, i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i wanna complain about this time? WATER. the necessity of life. the sustaining element of life. THIS COUNTRY has tonnes of snow.. tonnes of mountains... tonnes of lake.. tonnes of land to build distillation plants or reverse urine machines to get drinkable water. BUT WHY IN THE WHILE WATER COST SO EXPENSIVE?!!!! like a bottle of mineral water cost 2CAD (3.50 sgd mind u!) or they sell portable water in the super markets in gallons. OK, if they are selling alcohol like dirty cheap in europe, they are exempted from my complaint. BUT NO. grrr... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend updates: Friday night, went to this sg guy-working-in-toronto house. Lewis and gang hooked us up. He prepared a lasagna meal and we talked and played poker. now  i know why poker is so addictive.. hur hur His apartment is super nice. looks like  a hotel. Can u imagine, u have a almost full fledged gym with indoor (and out door) pool which overlooks toronto. Full fledged gym... poker room... restaurant...concierge. ALL IN A CONDO BUILDING. HE hAS TVEE TOOO (and dishwasher and most importantly.. NO IDIOTIC LANDLORD) if i were working in TO, i will get such apartments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat: boring boring boring day. did nothing but eat and watch shows online the whole day. i was super bored to the point at 830pm, i called jasper out of his room and drag him to eat dessert with me all the way at yorkdale. SUPER GOOD STUFF! waffle and ice cream with brownie bits is AWESOMENESS. but by the 8th bite.. u will get diminishing returns to waffles. what i like to call: JE-lat-ness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the NTU peeps plus wensi called (they were in town for 3 days) and we brought them to village idiot pub. shockingly speaking, the drinks that night was BAD. we missed our favourite 2-day-old waiter eric, cos he gets us the good stuff. oh well.i shant complain more.. i recovered from my stomach flu and my appetite. AT LEAST i can eat and taste. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-8488783768672511678?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/8488783768672511678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=8488783768672511678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8488783768672511678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8488783768672511678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/02/btching-time-again.html' title='b*t*ching time (Again)'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-45990911252685348</id><published>2008-02-02T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T06:05:36.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow storm</title><content type='html'>my first snow storm in TO. and i slept through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasper and i were super excited to hear that a snow storm is heading to toronto. cmon, once in my life time.. SNOW STORM! wanted to go out in the middle of the night and pretend to be news reporters to report on the storm outside our house. but, slept thru it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to a jazz bar last night at eglinton &amp; yonge. cool place. at first it was weird. the music they were playing were phuture kind of songs and mixes. super good i must say, but then when u see the crowd... u see middle age office, corporate people, all SUIT UP (hur hur barney is getting into me) drinking and hanging around. a very confused miss-mixed place... but then the live band came up and performed 2 more sets of powerful pop,regge and other genres of songs. u can just become high from listening to them. without a drop of alcohol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is only thursday night and these corporate people are partying so hard. cool stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-45990911252685348?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/45990911252685348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=45990911252685348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/45990911252685348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/45990911252685348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-storm.html' title='snow storm'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-2080238872997183772</id><published>2008-01-30T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T05:17:34.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flew and caught the flu</title><content type='html'>great, i was just lying on my bed the other day thinking that this period of my life could be the only period that i strive not to fall sick. the next day, i was having a fever, and vommitting: i got a stomach flu. Guess it is the pecan butter tarts (the thought, sight and mentioning of it already makes me feel sick...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna throw it away.. get rid of it from my sight. cant eat a proper meal without the feeling of puking or going to the toilet to relieve myself via "the other way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently in my Options class and i feel that the virus has went up to my brain. im completely brain dead and im super screwed cos got alot of assignments due plus midterms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr... i should be enjoying myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-2080238872997183772?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/2080238872997183772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=2080238872997183772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2080238872997183772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2080238872997183772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/01/flew-and-caught-flu.html' title='Flew and caught the flu'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-4341658614356506824</id><published>2008-01-17T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T04:49:23.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school smugging  (schulich mugging)</title><content type='html'>wah-lah! thought i've travelled 30 hrs and spent 2300 bucks to run away from smu. heh, and i came upon the westside version of smu half way round the globe. the cohort here is pretty small but probably as smuggerish as never before witnessed. i promise i stop bitching about smu when im home. it is week 2 here and the bloody library is occupied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered in smu, i thought to myself why the hell all the exchange people go to the library. well, answer is simple.. there is no place to go. :( yeah, we can hit downtown, watch a movie, go home and watch tv(i have no tv in toronto...) but it is expensive. i dun understand why i managed to squeeze so much activities to do within my budget back in SG. but here, it is almost impossible to do so. it is all about saving money to travel. .. even when i travel, gotta save a hell lot too. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, life's like that. especially when murphy is your ultimate best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think about it, it has been 20 days since i left sg. doesnt feel like 20.. felt like 1.5 mths. gosh. money is running low.. and im desperate to find something fun to entertain me consistently. toronto can be quite boring after awhile. need more drinks. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, did something real random 2 nights ago. Got pretty sick of wearing long pants to sleep every night. so decided to wear shorts : reminiscing times back in SG. decided (After a dare by jasper) to walk out of the house in shorts and slippers. and it was snowing... im surprised that i lasted quite long outside.. more than 2 mins! :) was taking photos of my place and probably the people who drove by thought i was crazy.. hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was reading "like a flowing river" by Paulo something. the book was given by aurelia as my birthday prezzie. So the author was writing about him exploring what it meant to be a writer when he was young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...3)I can get any girl i want in the pub.... just say i'm a writer, write some poetry on the tissue and the girl is impressed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur hur. :)i love this guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-4341658614356506824?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/4341658614356506824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=4341658614356506824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4341658614356506824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4341658614356506824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-smugging-schulich-mugging.html' title='school smugging  (schulich mugging)'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-8253434595071896547</id><published>2008-01-13T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T06:04:13.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week 2 in toronto!</title><content type='html'>ok, life here is getting a little more interesting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explored cool places in toronto such as bloor street west and bathurst. the street of many many restaurants and good food. Explored korean town too.. i never love so much korean food till coming here. we ate this spicy tofu with meat soup and rice. omg, u will so love it. i wonder whether singapore has it. hopefully. seriously, healthy and good stuff. ate it again yesterday at another korean town in finch&amp; yonge. OMG, i think i might just eat it every week.. motivation food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, last sunday went to visit the ice wine vineyards and niagara falls. ironically, all of us enjoyed the vineyards more than the falls. i dunno.. no, not because im an alcoholic or what. only drank little at the wine tasting session. but seriously, canadian's ice wine rocks. At inniskillin, we were allowed to pluck the grapes and try. they look dry and "rotten" but actually, they taste like honey... Alot like ice wine without the alcohol part. To be honest, i'd rather buy the grapes than the wine. THAT GOOD. visited 2 vineyard - jackson triggs and inniskillin. Inniskillin is seriously good in ice wine but their table wines are just average. vice versa for jackson triggs though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has started and i missed one of my class-advance corporate finance. from hearsay, im taking all the toughest modules in schulich.. and i wonder why am i doing it. but realised, i have to take it either in schulich or smu.. i rather in schulich,. the pace is a little slower here in schulich and dont mind this pace. but the thought of me being on exchange, i dun feel like studying at all..... sigh. bad bad bad jayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like im getting used to life here. sigh, what if i dun feel like going back home????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-8253434595071896547?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/8253434595071896547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=8253434595071896547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8253434595071896547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8253434595071896547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/01/week-2-in-toronto.html' title='week 2 in toronto!'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-1878816292398131130</id><published>2008-01-05T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T16:21:52.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week in toronto</title><content type='html'>ok, it is officially 1 week living here in toronto. time is passing real slowly, probably because everyday there is little things to do. but once school starts (it started on thurs!), i can foresee me bitching about not having time passing slowly. oh well, the grass is always greener on the other side. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting used to life here. other than the fact im intimidated to drive in US/canada, im pretty much ok. homesick wise, yeah i am. but the feeling i have is more of appreciation of what i have back home rather than wanting to get the next plane ticket back to singapore. kinda miss my friends and family now but im just praying to meet good ones here too. jasper and baolin are great people to go on exchange with and hope that living together just gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to look for a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;culture shock:&lt;br /&gt;1. canada is super pedestrians-friendly... to the point that cars have to horn us to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;2. canada is not an overweight countries. No, you dont see fat flubby people walking around; they aren't americians.&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm surprised that they are so fit and slim given that all they have in their food  courts are fast food chains like popeye's, wendy's, taco bell, a&amp;ws, NY fries etc....&lt;br /&gt;4. TOILET PAPER IS SUPER EXPENSIVE. like 10 cad for some rolls of toilet papers? u gotta be kidding...&lt;br /&gt;5. people jogging on the streets when the weather is -16 degrees and windy.&lt;br /&gt;6. going to school for a 1.30pm and looking at the sky that paints somewhat a sunset picture.&lt;br /&gt;7. pianist is pronounced as PNS(try saying the letters fast). o m gosh&lt;br /&gt;8. i'm in SMU. er, wait, the ang-moh and colder (temperature wise) version of SMU. even the wood used in the tables and stands are THE SAME as that in SMU.&lt;br /&gt;9. i have to put moisturiser and lip balm. Since when?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. i wear socks to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;11. i wear long pants and jacket to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;12. all the price quoted on tags (clothings, food etc..) are BEFORE TAX.&lt;br /&gt;13. tax rate (Excluding service charge commonly seen in SG): 14%. gotta tip too!&lt;br /&gt;14.jackets with furry hoods or lining never looked so fashionable to me.&lt;br /&gt;15. i shop for boots. since when??!!&lt;br /&gt;16. ear muffs are not only for kids. i wear them to school!&lt;br /&gt;17. non-e dollars system to bid for modules. just add courses and wait.... wait.. and wait.&lt;br /&gt;18. cooked food, no matter how bad, still taste good than out side food.&lt;br /&gt;19. A&amp;W IN CANADA DO NOT SELL CURLY FRIES AND WAFFLES WITH ICE CREAM! :(&lt;br /&gt;20. popeye's tastes tonnes better in canada. cheaper too!&lt;br /&gt;21. it takes 2 hrs to set up my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;22. it takes 3-5 days (after begging, puss in boots eyes) to clear a bank draft. usually is 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;23. 3.21 am will be the earliest time i'll be sleeping since touch down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, canada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-1878816292398131130?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/1878816292398131130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=1878816292398131130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/1878816292398131130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/1878816292398131130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-week-in-toronto.html' title='1 week in toronto'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-655014176028777242</id><published>2008-01-03T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T13:38:19.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year</title><content type='html'>i cant believe 2007 is over. i mean, it was supposed to be my most longest, torturous and unexpected year.. as i foresaw it to be at the end of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year did pass really quickly. my yr2 second semester.. internship.. yr 3 first semester... 3 weeks of holiday.. and now exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no resolution (as usual) cos it didn't hit me that the end of year was nearing at all. here in toronto, im VERY lost in time. Just pray that this year would be a great year, be it up or down. it is freaky to think that by the end of 2008, i'll be graduating. university life really pass by real quick. oh well, life's like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had a not too bad new year countdown. this is probably my first countdown in with the crowd. and it is EVERYTHING i thought it would be. Big crowds.. ang mohs everywhere.. crazy mad people.. super lit gathering place. i remember watching in channel news asia last year or 2 years ago, the different scenes of cities counting down around the world. Beijing.. NYC and toronto. to be there in real life.. wow.. it is reality. &lt;br /&gt;concert.. big crowd... crazy people... stage..times square look-alike. oh well, in short, much livelier than sg:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we did something that no one (i bet no one) would do immediately after the countdown: we went china town and bought groceries at 1am. hur hur.. imagine lugging bags of groceries on the train... and seeing all the party animals looking at  us.. like what the hell did we just do. hmms.. oh well.. students. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-655014176028777242?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/655014176028777242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=655014176028777242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/655014176028777242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/655014176028777242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='new year'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-5972981713853806397</id><published>2007-12-29T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:41:21.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 0 and 1 in toronto</title><content type='html'>i survived a 22 hr flight and 6 hrs transit in heathrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda homesick now. yes, though im snuggling under my blanket now in my rented room in toronto, nothing beats home.. or at least my room. back home, there is no rules on how messy the room can be, how late i can talk, and there is TV and supermarket is near home. here, my room must not be too messy if not i will start tripping over everything. it is cold, and the weather is fickle. there is NO TV. bloody hell, come canada cannot watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, canada is not TOO bad. but im yet to experience nice things. i hope things get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my flight to heathrow was torturous. there was a non-stop crying baby on board, i think he was sick. anyway, the flight attendants talk real loudly, so we could hear everything crystal clear from our place (which is the first row). it was a grueling 14 hours flight and i really wonder how did i managed to survive the cramp and claustrophobic plane ride without having thrombosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we arrived at heathrow at 5 am london time and we couldnt leave the airport. we ended up cafe-hopping eating sandwiches, bangs and mash, drinking coffee and soups. i managed to catch an hour's of sleep before boarding the plane though. but when i woke up, that's it. im gonna take my drowsy motion sickness pill. it worked quite well actually- i fell asleep when the plane was taking off. it was so powerful that i didnt know they served lunch! but then again, after 2 hours , i woke up to the curse of the crying babies- this time round it was louder and more irritating than ever. sat at the front row seat by the emergency exit. though we had real good leg space, we seriously needed proper rest. by the time we reached toronto, we we zombi-fied till i dun feel jack lag. it is 12 am canadian time, 13 hrs behind sg. and i feel like sleeping. by body clock has automatically adjustied to the time zone (i hope!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;anyway, many zillion thankss to my family, relatives, cousins,  church friends (joe, nicole, belle, rach, amanada, wanjee, esther, bj, kenji, kinyip, ivan), jas, fangs, david, vince, ben, martin, gen, BEST FRIEND, joe and JANSEN for sending me off.  love u guys so much, and appreciate ur support really will miss u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-5972981713853806397?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/5972981713853806397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=5972981713853806397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5972981713853806397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5972981713853806397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-0-and-1-in-toronto.html' title='day 0 and 1 in toronto'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-8419908420734948408</id><published>2007-12-22T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:14:46.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another damn nice song</title><content type='html'>frig. they should have more of this kinda of songs and video. awesomely delicious and concept is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timbaland: apologize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePyRrb2-fzs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePyRrb2-fzs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-8419908420734948408?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/8419908420734948408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=8419908420734948408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8419908420734948408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8419908420734948408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-damn-nice-song.html' title='another damn nice song'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-7444121116470330942</id><published>2007-12-20T04:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T04:14:03.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the countdown</title><content type='html'>i'm amused. this is my 200th post. and it is gonna be quite depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not depressed. i havent been depressed (psychologically speaking) for a long long while. i'm just sad that i am leaving in exactly a weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is funny how humans behave. I was super excited when i got my exchange. super excited to go on exchange during my exam period. now im kinda dreading it. not that i hate the place, but im already homesick before leaving home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss my parents, my family, my friends and jansen back in singapore. i'll miss new year and chinese new year and tuan yuan fan too. i'll miss my granny's cooking and being so comfortable in singapore. i'll miss my bed and my messy room. i'll miss cheap movie tickets and fish&amp; co. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i will get used to it but meanwhile, it is pulling my heart strings now. &lt;br /&gt;maybe it is time to pack- it will make it go easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-7444121116470330942?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/7444121116470330942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=7444121116470330942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7444121116470330942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7444121116470330942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/12/countdown.html' title='the countdown'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-484414516257177312</id><published>2007-11-17T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T17:04:49.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the billion dollar question. that will cost me an A</title><content type='html'>super angst now. ok, just feel super stupid now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my entrepreneur finance exams this morning and yups, i was caught by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;1.6 billion = ??? million?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the most common answer is 1500 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the US definition of a billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my surprise too, 1billion =  1500 000 million.&lt;br /&gt;that's the UK and french definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. HOW MUCH IS a billion worth? i think the acceptable answer in this exam is the US version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i stupidly calculated using the UK version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. how dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-484414516257177312?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/484414516257177312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=484414516257177312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/484414516257177312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/484414516257177312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/11/billion-dollar-question-that-will-cost.html' title='the billion dollar question. that will cost me an A'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-2327327386096934096</id><published>2007-11-07T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:47:40.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday week end!</title><content type='html'>ok. had a weekend that made me feel as if exams were non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a calzillion thanks to so many people who made my birthday super great!&lt;br /&gt;1. mummy &amp; daddy (for footing the bill heh.)&lt;br /&gt;2. brother. (for being there)&lt;br /&gt;3. jansen (for..... :) a zillion things! )&lt;br /&gt;4. meiting (for being the door b*t*ch, as she calls it)&lt;br /&gt;5. Freedy, zhen and jx~&lt;br /&gt;6. BbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;7. OOOooooooooGGGGGGeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;8. Church peeps!&lt;br /&gt;9. COUNCIL PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;10. some UBS peeps!&lt;br /&gt;11. and my extended family!&lt;br /&gt;12..oh! and bintan people! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur hur.. paiseh, made u guys did silly things. but hope u guys had fun, and thank you so much for ur nice gifts! i love them... really! thanks for your generosity and making my 21st super memorable! *beems* and i got so many winter wear, i think im all ready to go for exchange!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;so... what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;jansen brought me to changi village hotel (oei, don't think any sick stuff) to have dinner at the rooftop. pretty  pretty place! can't remember the name (heh) but it over looks the sea and super chill out place lah! then the planes are like flying by while we ate (noisy in a good way). Oh, if u ever go there, go try their veal main course. SUPER POWERFUL!! i really wanna learn how they cooked it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to watch "rendition" at tampines mall. good old tampines.. the place i grew up at. Rendition is pretty good too! thought provocative..talks about how US carries out torture on innocent people who are suspected terrorist just because they are middle eastern. really should catch it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;i had a bad morning. dun ask, but just super duper bad morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think im a workaholic. went to school in the afternoon for EF meeting and i felt completely numb to what happened in the morning after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed down to vil'age @heeren to prepare for the dinner. nice to see all the people who are very important and close to me there. im just super thankful that they took time off to come down despite being massive project week and great to have a family reunion after so long. didnt really eat much, but i wasnt even hungry at the first place. i must go back and whack the food another time... hmmm. Played some silly games and it was pretty cool to see how my friends and family members playing &amp; interacting together! i mean, it is such a rare sight man... something i will always remember :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to wala wala with ting, zhen, freedy and jansen. it was my first time upstairs and damn, the unxpected is super powerful lah! the vocalist, i love her voice!really wonder how she train her vocal cords...and the base guitarist... omg. how does  he play the guitar so effortlessly????? had a cool time but didnt stay long cos i had to go church the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had another powerful lunch at salt 'n' pepper near green meadows. it is funny how last time i used to go to green meadows quite often but never notice the restaurant there. anyway, their chicken wings are to die for. taste like my granny's, but bigger version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school for another round of EF meeting in preparation for our presentation the next day. then drove down to sunset way with jansen to finally have the long-awaited taste of the daily scoop's ice cream! :)but jansen's mint icecream tasted like colgate to him... hur hur. but it was really was "chill-out" in every sense. Drove to railway mall @ dairy farm road and at shiok cheap ramen @ ramen ramen. should really go and check them out; their outlet at dhoby ghaut close down i think. Anyway, jansen order the tom yam ramen.. and we told them to reduce the spicy-ness. hur, no difference. it was SUPER hot till he had to transfer his ramen into my soup after i finished mine. but it shiok-ly-hot..if it wasnt for the over-spicyness, i'd probably drink it all down. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, expensive weekend. time to suffer the repercussion of overspending ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-2327327386096934096?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/2327327386096934096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=2327327386096934096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2327327386096934096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2327327386096934096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-birthday-week-end.html' title='my birthday week end!'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-4923713615945130126</id><published>2007-10-24T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T17:46:33.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jobs... time to look for jobs</title><content type='html'>its pretty scary. I was just thinking when i would be graduating and what i have to do after i graduate - which is not far away. after exchange, i will be doing my last semester in SMU (omg, uni life is so fast!) and *boofpoof* aloha, im not a student anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, then what? where i want to work, what i want to work as.. do i have the skills and qualifications. it is scary. im an econs and finance major student and till today, i have no clue about econs. ha, and people still tell me "you are an economist what.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, only one thing in finance and econs alike intrigue me - exchange rates.. FX. no easy task in finance, but interesting enough to sustain my interest in it. Beats Solow Growth Model, PHillips Curve, Bonds and Equities. eeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i thought it was just pure ideals. then i had to list my academic concentration to get priority placement in my exchange courses. and then i realised, all the modules that im taking are under the investment banking track. Whoh, IB.. you gotta be kidding... and i thought i was interested in wealth management. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, given my finance academic concentration, it is time to look for another internship in the IB sector... trader? NAH! im not that gifted... dealer? NAH. same reason.... Operations.. boring stuff but at least i have a slightly higher chance to get an internship there... I told my mum that i wanna do an overseas internship - maximize the benefits of being a student.. and was telling her that i think i might do OPS and all.. still i was uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day,(which is yesterday) i had FIIM class. and somehow, GOD was telling me "OPS is the way to go..". Prof Annie koh came in and spoke on FX and how related it is to economics (or how useful econs is in FX) and said something that, if you wanna do IB FX, know what the back -end people are doing.. guess what.. OPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, somehow her 2 hr class is so powerful and inspiring that i went home and started watch CNBC's Power Lunch at 12 midnight. I understood no shite on what was covered in the programme..(other than occasional mention of words such as bonds, yields, stocks, FX and commodities). But it dawned upon me that this is the industry i will be working in... Fast paced, super stressful, deals-clinched-within-2-minute kind of work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, oh man, oh man...i got so much to learn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-4923713615945130126?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/4923713615945130126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=4923713615945130126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4923713615945130126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4923713615945130126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/10/jobs-time-to-look-for-jobs.html' title='jobs... time to look for jobs'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-6779337537425328892</id><published>2007-10-13T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:05:15.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishie list</title><content type='html'>ok, im not exactly very materialistic. but this is what i reallly really need (at least for exchange).. and it would be really great if you can support! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**oh, please notify jansen if u are getting anything from this list! :)thanks **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a decent digital camera( can be canon or sony or... i dont know man. maybe a sony T Series - DSC-T20/P??)&lt;br /&gt;2. Crumpler bag/voucher &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(BAG:THANKS JX!:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thick shawl.. thick thick ones..&lt;br /&gt;4. a nice sweater?&lt;br /&gt;5. clothes vouchers?? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(taken!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. makeup vouchers!!!! (MAC or etthusias or Shu Uemura....)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(TAKEN!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. cookbooks? nice solid ones.. not those impossible to get ingredients.. hahaha&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(taken!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 1 bottle of Cloudy Bay Sauvignon Blanc!!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(taken!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. nice pairs of slippers! my size is 37 or 7 :)&lt;br /&gt;10. Kiehl's lip balm/moisturiser/vouchers..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(taken!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or.. 11. Ask Jansen :) hahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, just wanna be happy in short lah. :) just wanna enjoy my life while i can :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-6779337537425328892?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/6779337537425328892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=6779337537425328892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6779337537425328892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6779337537425328892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/10/wishie-list.html' title='wishie list'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-8531628844858215061</id><published>2007-10-09T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:54:24.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meine episode! :)</title><content type='html'>a gazzillion thanks to my dearest production team! :) wanni, guanwen, issac, jansen, daryl (see i put ur name here..), jun kwang, clarence and jamie! oh and the actors.. terence and jasmine!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETT8eRsr5X0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETT8eRsr5X0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and woohoo!!! im not going to toronto alone! just found out that the ntu girl and nus guy going to york with me is eugene's (jan's good friend) friend and cousin! it's gonna be super fun and i really cant wait to go on exchange. just pray that i get my scholarship and the mods that i bid for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ich bin glücklich!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-8531628844858215061?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/8531628844858215061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=8531628844858215061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8531628844858215061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8531628844858215061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/10/meine-episode.html' title='meine episode! :)'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-4000594701859868156</id><published>2007-10-07T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T02:48:19.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired week.. but here is my wish list!</title><content type='html'>just went through a torture week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last fri: submission of econs homework&lt;br /&gt;last sat: entrepreneurial finance midterm&lt;br /&gt;editing video with jansen&lt;br /&gt;last sunday: ef meeting&lt;br /&gt;monday: long day of classes but thank God EF class was cancelled&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: tried to study but failed. Realised that im going for exchange alone... FIIM class and then ethic meeting.. studied till 1 am in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: killer day, 1 presentation, 2 midterms. left almost 75% of my econs paper empty. editing and filming thereafter. a well deserved dinner and chill out at mount emily's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday: editing with jansen till 3 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, please going and watch our heart-sweat-bled video production and get entertained. just log on to www.smube.com and watch all the vids esp the one called pimp my pal :) and thanks jansen for really helping out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, birthday coming and some people ask me for a wish list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still thinking.. not exactly the most materialistic person now. i just wanna survive this term..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-4000594701859868156?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/4000594701859868156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=4000594701859868156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4000594701859868156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4000594701859868156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/10/tired-week-but-here-is-my-wish-list.html' title='tired week.. but here is my wish list!'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-572024789159735271</id><published>2007-09-11T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:01:19.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cough it</title><content type='html'>ok, i don't know how i got a sore throat and a bad cough. i feel like im having TB or something. Yup, and mummy's nagging was right: never eat tidbits when u have cough. Dont try convincing yourself that u will drink water thereafter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened a mini packet of cheesey tidbits and was eating at the start of FIIM class. Nothing happened until.. i started coughing. it didnt stop. i felt like a complete idiot and a TB- carrier coughing continuously for 5 minutes. the girl sitting beside me was thinking im bloody contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i walked out of class to get a drink from the water cooler and continue my coughing rampage. SCANDALOUS time: i turned out of the seminar room and i saw my jc crush sitting outside. coughed louder..thereafter i turned to the corridor leading to the toilet and i saw someone i never ever wanted to see in my whole life ever. the sight of him added more irritants in my oesophagus that i felt the next thing im coughing out was my heart. went into the toilet and continue coughing and then sat outside the seminar room to finishing my coughing fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like hensel and gretel (is this how we spell their names?.. they left a trail of breadcrumbs but i was better; i left a trail of coughing echos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after i felt better, i went in back into class, sat down, took a deep breath and a look at jansen sitting next to me; i was back to coughing fit again.heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: thanks silly for buying the herbal sweets and water during class time. and erm, sorry that i coughed into your jacket. it was the nearest tissue-replacement i can find then. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-572024789159735271?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/572024789159735271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=572024789159735271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/572024789159735271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/572024789159735271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/09/cough-it.html' title='cough it'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-5911028421312121740</id><published>2007-09-04T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T14:55:56.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>musically in mind</title><content type='html'>i dont really know what's wrong with me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in this music madness to the point that i like songs that i dun usually do. like.. Good Charlotte! Their song, Dance Floor Anthem is in my mind every single second and i think everyone is sick of my humming the song randomly during the day. Just listen to the whole song and the tune will be stuck in ur brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Good Charlotte -  Dance Floor Anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5ichh2Yh52Y/Good%2520Charlotte%2520-%2520Dance%2520Floor%2520Anthem.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-5911028421312121740?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/5911028421312121740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=5911028421312121740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5911028421312121740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5911028421312121740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/09/musically-in-mind.html' title='musically in mind'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-9121060777298196329</id><published>2007-08-29T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:22:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HohoHo</title><content type='html'>my week has been ok. other than the fact that readings are endless and cannot finish in time for lessons. killer semester. i kinda bidded for my classes alone (and jansen being possessive, bid thereafter :P). but thank God that all my project groups have been settled and im pretty much ok with group :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things to thank God for:&lt;br /&gt;1. JERMAINE IS HOME AND SHE HAS GRADUATED!!!!! CONGRATS COUSIN!&lt;br /&gt;2. my application for exchange is approved!!! though i didnt get UBC... IM GOING TO YORK UNI!!! HARLOW CANADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg omg omg im so excited :) *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, vincent sent jas, terence and i home on monday. terence raised this thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terence : eh... ask you ah, if next time i set up a company, then ah, it does not make money.. can i call it a non-profit organisation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-9121060777298196329?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/9121060777298196329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=9121060777298196329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/9121060777298196329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/9121060777298196329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/08/hohoho.html' title='HohoHo'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-6687340846995754450</id><published>2007-08-25T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T01:49:52.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing working life... hmm</title><content type='html'>week one has just ended. work ended the week before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is quite scary to see how weeks pass so quickly. on my last day of work, i ended at 9pm... had to type my last minutes for my dept. well, no matter how shitty this internship was, i was glad that when i said my goodbyes to them, they thanked me and talked to me like a normal staff, not just like an intern. my bosses bought me a clutch bag and a leather belt, both from aldo accessories, under the company's tab. nevertheless, i thought it was sweet of them to even do a proper nice goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little bit of nostalgia. i will miss my monthly source of income, where i can spend comfortably and be financially independent. i will miss working without worrying about exams. miss working and going through shit with my colleagues and fellow interns. miss my daily morning cup of hot green tea. miss marina food court, yami yogurt motivation session, cedele sandwiches and carrefour shopping sessions. royce chocolates omg-so-damn-good breaks. random gossiping sessions via email, internal phone or in my office. miss talking to the friendly swiss people. miss my office (which is a meeting room shared by 2 other interns). miss the executive toilet (if u know what it is used for). miss the free drinks in the pantry. miss going to certain levels to do work and catch a glimpse of someone. miss the "scandalous" office romance... ok, not. im very professional.. kong shi fen ming yeah? miss intern's gatherings and birthday celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will not miss working my butts off for work and BE at the same time.. super tiring, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it was really memorable.:) but i wun wanna go through it again. glad i even survived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-6687340846995754450?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/6687340846995754450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=6687340846995754450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6687340846995754450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6687340846995754450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/08/missing-working-life-hmm.html' title='missing working life... hmm'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-6913791489683411514</id><published>2007-08-13T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:15:19.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how i learn german.....</title><content type='html'>EIN SCHWEIN NAMENS MANNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallo, mein Schatz, ich liebe Dich !&lt;br /&gt;Du bist die einzige für mich ! &lt;br /&gt;Die anderen find ich alle doof, &lt;br /&gt;deswegen mache ich Dir den Hof. &lt;br /&gt;Du bist so anders, ganz speziell, &lt;br /&gt;ich merke sowas immer schnell. &lt;br /&gt;Jetzt zieh Dich aus und leg Dich hin, &lt;br /&gt;weil ich so verliebt in Dich bin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gleich wird es dunkel, bald ist es Nacht, &lt;br /&gt;da ist ein Wort der Warnung angebracht:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Männer sind Schweine. &lt;br /&gt;Traue ihnen nicht, mein Kind. &lt;br /&gt;Sie wollen alle das Eine,&lt;br /&gt;weil Männer nun mal so sind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein Mann fühlt sich erst dann als Mann, &lt;br /&gt;wenn er es Dir besorgen kann. &lt;br /&gt;Er lügt, daß; sich die Balken biegen, &lt;br /&gt;nur um Dich ins Bett zu kriegen. &lt;br /&gt;Und dann am nächsten Morgen &lt;br /&gt;weiß er nicht einmal mehr, wie Du heißt.&lt;br /&gt;Rücksichtslos und ungehemmt, &lt;br /&gt;Gefühle sind ihm völlig fremd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Für ihn ist Liebe gleich Samenverlust. &lt;br /&gt;Mädchen, sei Dir dessen stets bewußt ! &lt;br /&gt;Männer sind Schweine, &lt;br /&gt;frage nicht nach Sonnenschein. &lt;br /&gt;Ausnahmen gibt's leider keine. &lt;br /&gt;In jedem Mann steckt doch immer ein Schwein.&lt;br /&gt;Männer sind Säue.&lt;br /&gt;Glaube ihnen nicht ein Wort. &lt;br /&gt;Sie schwör'n Dir ewige Treue &lt;br /&gt;und dann am nächsten Morgen sind sie fort.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Filmtext-Einblendung: "Männer? Diese schrecklichen haarigen&lt;br /&gt;Biester? Die einen immer antatschen müssen? Und dabei wollen sie&lt;br /&gt;alle nur das selbe von einem Mädchen!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und falls Du doch den Fehler machst&lt;br /&gt;und Dir nen Ehemann anlachst, &lt;br /&gt;mutiert dein Rosenkavalier bald &lt;br /&gt;nach der Hochzeit auch zum Tier. &lt;br /&gt;Doch zeigt er dann sein wahres Ich, &lt;br /&gt;ganz unrasiert und widerlich: &lt;br /&gt;Trinkt Bier, sieht fern und wird schnell fett &lt;br /&gt;und rülpst und furzt im Ehebett &lt;br /&gt;- dann hast Du King-Kong zum Ehemann,&lt;br /&gt;darum sag ich Dir, denk bitte stets daran:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Männer sind Schweine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-6913791489683411514?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/6913791489683411514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=6913791489683411514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6913791489683411514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6913791489683411514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-i-learn-german.html' title='how i learn german.....'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-4454234783223280305</id><published>2007-08-06T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T16:35:19.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...monday blues part 2</title><content type='html'>as i continued with my random thoughts on this mundane monday, i have decided to list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nice places/things that I have gone/had this summer:&lt;br /&gt;1. Melbourne and Sydney!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. villa bali @alexandra road&lt;br /&gt;3. chocolate buffet @ fullerton hotel&lt;br /&gt;4. global kitchen @ pan pacific&lt;br /&gt;5. cloudy bay sauvignon blanc! *iona chew… pls buy back one bottle for me!*&lt;br /&gt;6. sentosa + café del mar&lt;br /&gt;7. ting yuan steamboat @ bugis street&lt;br /&gt;8. dim sum dollies – the history of singapore @ esplanade&lt;br /&gt;9. florida's natural fruit nuggets &amp; kinder breno&lt;br /&gt;10. YAMI YOUGART!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;11. jia xiang kolo mee @ marina square&lt;br /&gt;12. the power full Korean Bee ramen @ marina square foodcourt&lt;br /&gt;13. salsa @ union square&lt;br /&gt;14. black angus @ orchard hotel&lt;br /&gt;15. dan ryan's @ tanglin road&lt;br /&gt;16. spizza @ jalan kayu&lt;br /&gt;17. mellben's butter crab @ amk ave 3&lt;br /&gt;18. botak jones @ clementi&lt;br /&gt;19. birthday celebrations for esther, martin and jansen @ work&lt;br /&gt;20. Royce chocolates!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;21. transformers!!!!! (it was awesome right, jas?)&lt;br /&gt;22. lunch with lunch kakees&lt;br /&gt;23. baking muffins and cookies&lt;br /&gt;24. cedele ( my new best friend when I have no time to eat)&lt;br /&gt;25. random suppers&lt;br /&gt;26. steamboat @ freedy's house&lt;br /&gt;27. mount emily's &lt;br /&gt;28. loads of Japanese food&lt;br /&gt;29. pier eleven @ marina south pier&lt;br /&gt;30. free fruits on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;31. loof @ oden towers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-4454234783223280305?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/4454234783223280305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=4454234783223280305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4454234783223280305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4454234783223280305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/08/monday-blues-part-2.html' title='...monday blues part 2'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-1322609343060589145</id><published>2007-08-06T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:19:36.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my monday (mudane) thoughts</title><content type='html'>Finally, I feel lonely. At work. What a weird feeling to have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I bitch about my internship, at least there is one reason why this internship is memorable- ok, 2 reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my fellow interns. Bitching to each other about work everyday.. lunching together.. going through shitwork (saikang) together. Now like, all the smu interns in my department have ended their internship (except robin &amp; nicholas)-esther, meiqi, gabby, martin yeo, chunyong, jansen. Even Edmund's department moved to one raffles quay. Sarah and Wati will be at the UBS campus most of the time. No more lunch kakis…  it is just me in the lonely cold meeting room.&lt;br /&gt;2. second reason. Heh. I think most of you know already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just looking forward to national day.. holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, supposed to go to batam for a holiday. But somehow, people cant leave Singapore, so my mini-getaway holiday was held in sentosa over the weekend. Funny right? Telling people " hey, im going on a holiday.. yeah.. at sentosa.. staying overnight there.." well, the holiday was actually kinda good. I remembered that when I was young, my extended family used to have a 3D2N stay at rasa sentosa and my cousins will explore sentosa over and over again. Kinda fun. Anyway, stayed at the siloso beach resort.. which is kinda good actually. Love the swimming pool and all, made me feel as if I was at some resort in batam/bintan. In short.. GOOD HOLIDAY! Seriously, sentosa isn’t that bad afterall! The only thing I regretted not doing was to watch the songs of the sea (the musical fountain replacement). They had these fireworks thingy which really looked nice with a sea background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Disturbia with jansen yesterday. At first, I didn’t wanted to watch cos it sounded like another horror movie. But he told me it was a thriller kind of movie, so I was gamed. Not bad show… other than the fact I hate the background eerie sounds that accompany horror/thriller flicks. It kinda makes you think, what if your neighbour is a murderer? Not just a one-time murderer… but a serial killer. What if you accidentally witness a murder in his house from your bedroom window.. only to find out that he knows you are wary of his deeds? What if there were dead bodies in your neighbor's house? It is not far from reality actually. It is actually quite common in Singapore already. People chopping people into parts as if they were pigs, dumping the parts in rubbish bins or preserve in the refrigerator.  Not get me wrong, im not disturbed by the movie. But all these sick and murderous acts shown in the movie are not fictitious anymore. Some time and somewhere in this world, these acts are actualized – disturbia in reality. Don’t know why im talking so much on this topic – im probably very bored at work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to something less gory and sad. To the topic of exchange program –one of the few things that are constantly in my mind this entire summer holidays. A lot of people are going for exchange program this coming semester – kc, jemsoh, jiahui, huiying, tim etc. I can foresee that BE studio will be less lively and noisy; lesser people to study late at night with. And I might not beseeing these people for 1 year. I applied for exchange in jan 2008 in UBC and York Uni (both in Canada) and Lund Uni (in Sweden). Just hope I can get it. It is my last push to save my declining GPA. True, we should not be GPA-oriented. But, my gpa has reached to the alarming level that I cant sit there and do nothing. If I don’t go on an exchange this time round, I wonder whether I will eligible to apply the next time round. Oh, I just realized that I didn’t bid my modules with any of my friends. Looks like im gonna enter all classes with new faces (except for jansen in philosophy class and nat in FIIM). Just hope that I can get entrepreneur finance and I will see martin in class too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a depressing entry. Maybe it is the Monday blues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-1322609343060589145?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/1322609343060589145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=1322609343060589145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/1322609343060589145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/1322609343060589145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-monday-mudane-thoughts.html' title='my monday (mudane) thoughts'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-6664590833081725472</id><published>2007-07-17T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:06:46.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome back!</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to welcoming back certain things and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Welcome back all who are reading this post. its been 1/2 a month and i still dont have to mood to blog&lt;br /&gt;2. Welcome back myself to blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. WELCOME BACK KERCHOON!!!! WE ALL MISSED U!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;4. Welcome back myself to having no life.. work work and more work&lt;br /&gt;5. WELCOME BACK IONA CHEW, even though u left a few days later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. welcome back jayne, into the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-6664590833081725472?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/6664590833081725472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=6664590833081725472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6664590833081725472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6664590833081725472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome-back.html' title='welcome back!'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-5785224822918141074</id><published>2007-06-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:48:42.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are...</title><content type='html'>i have finally found someone human who can really break my ego. every single task that i can do, this person can do better... to the point that at times, i wonder, is there something that i can do and this person is not better than me in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what this person is better than me:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sing&lt;br /&gt;2. playing the piano by hearing&lt;br /&gt;3. cycle&lt;br /&gt;4. dance&lt;br /&gt;5. drive&lt;br /&gt;6. have the motivation to exercise&lt;br /&gt;7. tahan sai kang work&lt;br /&gt;8. patience&lt;br /&gt;9. listener&lt;br /&gt;10. passionate for the kiddos&lt;br /&gt;11. giving from the heart and not receiving attitude&lt;br /&gt;12. accepting&lt;br /&gt;13. understanding&lt;br /&gt;14. eat more food and not grow fat&lt;br /&gt;15. sociable&lt;br /&gt;16. prayerful&lt;br /&gt;17. God-fearing &lt;br /&gt;18. entertaining&lt;br /&gt;19. crazy- and - childish - and - whacky&lt;br /&gt;20. ticklish&lt;br /&gt;21. composing songs and tunes&lt;br /&gt;22. reflective&lt;br /&gt;23. rational&lt;br /&gt;24. encouraging&lt;br /&gt;25. natural irritant :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on. even though, this really breaks my ego, i don't feel depressive or inadequate. rather, i feel blessed.. to know to know such a person and to know that it is time to change myself, my focus, and be better child of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-5785224822918141074?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/5785224822918141074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=5785224822918141074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5785224822918141074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5785224822918141074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are.html' title='you are...'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-7259934223071484226</id><published>2007-06-18T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:44:46.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plain lazy</title><content type='html'>ok, i have not been blogging. was pretty tired from the past week and weekend. simply too many things have happened.. both super happy and sad stuff. nevertheless, i wanna thank the lovely people who are there for me.. :) i 'd never felt so touched by their support and actions. im pretty much mentally and physically suffering quite abit but because of them, i can still laugh and smile from my heart at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MEITING&lt;br /&gt;THANKS JASMINE&lt;br /&gt;THANKS JX&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MY LOVELY INTERNS&lt;br /&gt;THANKS BOSS AND BALLS&lt;br /&gt;THANKS NIKKI&lt;br /&gt;THANKS CHIEH AND SHYUAN AND FISH&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TIMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, jansen recently intro-ed me a super, duper nice romantic and sweet song from rick price -if you were my baby. it is like now on par with "shy that way...". go get it please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-9000153495052034844</id><published>2007-06-09T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:24:41.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slap me</title><content type='html'>remind me next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never make dumb decisions. or even, if i have made one, stick to it. if not, there will be a whirlwind inside of my head and no matter how tired i am, i will lie awake on my bed the whole night thinking of how a hypocrite i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up, jayne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-9000153495052034844?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-7957100287397166351</id><published>2007-06-07T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:20:07.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes</title><content type='html'>shoes are very important assets to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds really amazing coming from a girl who only owns 4 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding the correct shoes takes time. and the correct pair shoes need not be pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty shoes are pretty deceiving; they are pretty (duh..) makes u think that u look pretty in it too. u think of your friends compliment u for such good tastes. they might not fit at all, but you will put your feet in utter pain to justify that it is all worthwhile. but the hook comes when blisters pop out like beansprouts and give you hell. what's worse, the quality sucks and everything starts peeling off. you swore for the millionth time that you will never buy and never wear the shoes again. but when GSS comes, all the ugly sides of the shoes simply disappear -  you are back to square one with pretty shoe fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comfy shoes. the shoes that girls get when they cant find/ afford pretty shoes. the soles are plush and material is blister-free. you can wear them every day to work, friend's party, never fail to feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pretty shoes or comfy shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither.. rather be bare footed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-7957100287397166351?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/7957100287397166351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=7957100287397166351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7957100287397166351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7957100287397166351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/06/shoes.html' title='shoes'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-4630835231623849714</id><published>2007-06-02T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:22:18.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a decent friday night.</title><content type='html'>friday nights should be fun, or at least relaxing. for the past 3 friday nights, it has been meetings and meetings at table 108@chijmes. its good but.. its still meetings. to daryl: dunch worry, i still love BE :) not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yesterday was a friday. had meeting in school together with the exco. but something different happened after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a salsa club for the first time.  Union Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what made me go there- thanks martin and jansen for psycho-ing me at work. martin is hilarous, he actually ask whether we could practise in the meeting room after work. anyway, still one fact holds a eternal truth- i can't salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have knew it from young when i used to take ballet; i have problems balancing. but nonetheless, i have decided to resume salsa lessons at a dance school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to union square. went there with jansen and he intro-ed me to his younger bro (who is a salsa instructor!) and a girl name kelly (if im not wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to daryl: its your sister. i met ur younger sis at the club. she is so unlike u. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while i was talking to daryl's sis, this guy came up to me and asked" hi, do i know you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! my salsa shifu! youyi and cheryl are back from USA 2 days ago and they were there at the club. kinda sad though cos cheryl will be transfering to virginia uni from next semester onwards. but its pretty cool, felt more relaxed dancing with the very people who taught me how to salsa. although i kinda forgot the steps and all, youyi said that i was beginning to remember how to dance :) jansen taught me a few moves but i cant really grasp them -  lousy learner plus wrong shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do you do when u cant salsa for nuts? u just let the guy lead you and step on their foot and laugh after that. im so sorry, jansen. i will step on martin's foot the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-4630835231623849714?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/4630835231623849714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-364847359668164878</id><published>2007-05-29T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:42:06.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a night of me</title><content type='html'>ended work like 6.30pm yesterday. im so sick of working now. haha embraced the ideal of just knocking off at the official knock of time cos seriously, work never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left work with edmund and supposed to meet jasmine at robinsons to buy david's present.  but as we were walking towards to robinsons, jas was telling me that she was intending to buy lingerie and wants my opinion. i laughed and turned to edmund and asked him whether he wanna join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edmund :" NO....siao. so paiseh lah"&lt;br /&gt;me : " are you sure anot.. maybe u can give opinions.. u are a guy... more accurate"&lt;br /&gt;edmund : " actually, guys prefer girls to wear nothing..."&lt;br /&gt;me : *jaw dropped* " and i thought u were innocent and decent...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho ho ho. edmund, u are seriously dead. met him and jas for BK lunch at millenia walk today and he still had the cheek to say " so what did u guys buy yesterday? same old boring stuff???" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last night was quite a night for me. some of you would know im like 50% deaf on my left ear recently. for 2 months. it became real bad till the point that i cannot make up the words people are saying while on the phone. so after shopping, i went to see a doctor and he wanted me to go down A&amp;E immediately cos i couldnt hear the tuning fork. he said i was suffering from sudden hearing loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er. that's really nice to know. at moments like this, i wud rather be completely deaf and not hear what he has just said. kidding, it was 9pm and i have not eaten dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home, bathed and ate and went down to A&amp;E alone at TTSH. had desperate housewives on channel 5 to entertain me. i took a look at the hospital. is that what im prepared to do. i see medical officers doing graveyard shifts. the long queues. the diverse A&amp;E patients with all sorts of illness/injuries to attend to. thought about it real hard and long while waiting for my turn. when it is my turn to be an MO, this is gonna be what its like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i would rather be doing that than sitting in a bank trying to make money and make myself miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the MO couldnt pin point the reason why my left ear is blocked. possible infection but referred me to a specialist. sigh, whats wrong with me. im always getting this illness, that illness. dont get me wrong, im not indulging self-pity. just wondering whether my DNA is seriously made up of defective genes from my parents. oh well, just have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, enjoy this song called CANDLEBURNT by dishwalla. thanks david for introducing to me. it rox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2cTY0hBRLI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2cTY0hBRLI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-364847359668164878?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/364847359668164878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=364847359668164878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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hardly anyone is online. so, i was bored of AOL... and i did the never-expected thing: surf through friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a pretty interesting experience; looking at people you know, people you used to know long time ago.. and wondering who in the world some people are even though they are in your "friends" list. i wondered why i added them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my back hurts very badly now.. i think it is time to go for physiotherapy once again. my pre-mature arthritis is getting from bad to worse and it is now affecting my back very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy, can we sell away the uzap and buy a u-papa instead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-6608916507142126343?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-3255173675093632350</id><published>2007-05-24T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:11:48.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AOL!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Bj got me addicted to AOL sessions. go to youtube and type in "AOL". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from there, i realised that nelly furtado cannot sing. Anyway, here are my favorites so far : they are seriously power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEYO - SO SICK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjUuCMk1_lM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjUuCMk1_lM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine Mcphee- Over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDaRooVko38"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDaRooVko38" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMY WINEHOUSE- YOU SENT ME FLYING (oh gosh.. i love her.. just watch the whole thing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/97wgwxP9uN0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/97wgwxP9uN0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRISTAN PRETTYMAN &amp; JASON MRAZ - SHY THAT WHY ( go to 2.30 mins and love them to the core! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0IDKFATHTw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0IDKFATHTw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSH GROBAN - TO WHERE YOU ARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eaQjPacsZgE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eaQjPacsZgE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-3255173675093632350?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/3255173675093632350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=3255173675093632350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/3255173675093632350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/3255173675093632350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/05/aol.html' title='AOL!!!!!'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-4567013708005843827</id><published>2007-05-22T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:10:00.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>i kinda pissed off today at work. for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i dont mind doing tedious stuff for the perm staff at work. but it gets my bloody boiling when i have done all the stuff, they suddenly change their mind, not because there are changes, but because they never bother to say that information given to me is not updated or simply they change their preference. it happened twice. first time, ok, understandable and pardonable. 2nd time, it gets on my nerves. it doesnt help especially when im using MS Access to update an database all day when i just learnt how to use MS Access and am causing others so much inconvenience during the course of the day just to do updating while my "mini-boss" simply cant make up his/her mind at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody pissed. i could do some useful to help other people who really need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, watched 2 dvds over the weekend. 1st - the inconvenient truth 2nd- provoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i highly, superly, duperly, absolutely recommend the 1st dvd. dont judge it by its summary or looks- just watch it and u will understand why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-4567013708005843827?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/4567013708005843827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=4567013708005843827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4567013708005843827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4567013708005843827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/05/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-7788865254529807639</id><published>2007-05-19T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T02:10:48.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late nights and overbudget meals..</title><content type='html'>i so screwed my life this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work on monday feeling so refreshed and by wed, i was half dead. wednesday,i had tonnes of work to do and met jas,melwyn and edmund (year 3) for lunch at crystal jade. i was like "omg" to edmund.. expensive lunch.. but well, it served its purpose. the zha jiang mian was a good motivator for me to finish my work for the day and hit down school for BE management meeting till 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day, had nothing to do. so ran some errands for the other interns. and lo and behold, work came in when 1 hour before knock off time. always happens. i managed to clear it but decided to stay back to help sarah, the german intern, to send some files to 36 associates as she needed to pack her back for her flight. wati and i had to send a 40MB file to each and every associate. tell me, how in the world can we send via email? the IT department told us there is no way to set up a website to upload the files due to compliance issue, so they told us to burn it into 55 cds per associates and send it via courier. cmon, USE SOME BRAINS.. DO I LOOK LIKE A PERSON THAT WOULD SPEND TIME BURNING 55 X 36 CDS FOR FUN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the internet system blocked our access to yousendit.com, hence we had to find some ulu website called "transferbigfiles.com" to upload the files. every time it hits 99%, some stupid error msg will pop up. STUPID NONSENSE! wanted to upload the file on some yahoo briefcase or equivalent, but again, blocked due to security reasons. HOW IN WORLD DO U WANT ME TO SEND THE STUPID FILES BY THE END OF THE NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave up at 9.15pm. sent the files to my gmail account and decided to upload them to yousendit at home. felt bad cos i was supposed to meet mingxing for dinner at around 8 plus, in which during that time he was tasked to grab a birthday cake for me for my mum's colleague birthday. ridiculous request but yeah. oh well. ate dinner at around 10pm at this korean-jap bento place@ millenia walk which is quite pricey for a bento. but they have solid hot kimchi to die for... i just need kimchi and rice and i will be super happy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried to get a cab to head home but murphy's law again, NO CAB AVAILABLE. what the crap.. it was 10.45pm and no cab. so decided to walk down the road to see whether there is any cab in sight.. so many cabs......busy status. whats wrong with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we walked and walked and ended up at esplanade. took a bus home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach home, bathed and it was time to do the uploading of files... i fell asleep while trying to download the stuff into my harddrive. so i woke up half an hour early to do so. Finally, i had the time to buy the long-awaited $1.95 BK breakfast that i have craving for. brought it to office and everyone was like " wahlau, BK breakfast!"  and i was "yah lah! only 1.95..." .. i ate with my boss sitting at the desk next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to use MS Access today. was forced to learn cos i had to do some stuff with it on monday.. was intending to buy "MS Access for dummies" but i felt, no point doing so much for an internship. had nothing to do.. so again, ran some errands and had lunch at BK (AGAIN) with the interns. had nothing to do again after lunch, so.. yes.. help the other interns with their work. i found out that Cloudy Bay Sauvignon Blanc is under the Louis Vuitton Company.. OMG Iona's and my favorite white wine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, before i left work today, i fell down 4 times-thanks to my heels in which the soles were totally worn out to the metal screws. the last time, i fell in front of my colleagues and 3 executive directors. omg. MALU-ation to the max! now i have swollon bruises on my lower and upper arms and knee caps. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left work together with martin (year 3) and my heels were making chipping noises thanks to the worn out soles. martin was laughing at me cos i sounded like a walking bird. bloody idiot. so we walked to city hall to get them replaced and walk to chijmes where i had another BE management meeting over drinks till 12am. its like the 2 friday in the row we were at chijmes Table 108, so we asked the manager whether we oculd have corporate discounts since they kinda know us. but instead, they are launching a lady's card thing next month which they say they would be giving to me (yah, as if they remember). so oh well, till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has just been late nights and expensive dinners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-7788865254529807639?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/7788865254529807639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=7788865254529807639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7788865254529807639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7788865254529807639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/05/late-nights-and-overbudget-meals.html' title='late nights and overbudget meals..'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-3354126547687786747</id><published>2007-05-14T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:00:40.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working life</title><content type='html'>i realised that after i started working, i have nothing much to blog. other than my weekends, everyday is like... a normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start work at 9, end work at 7.30 or 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great yet a bad last week. fell ill but the days on mc were the days in which i really rested. i still feel tired and weak, appetite bad but, i'd rather fall ill (for once). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, met mingxing for lunch. went to spizza at jalan kayu. i didnt know that jalan kayu is so near to sengkang... anyway, although i have been to spizza quite a few  times, this outlet is pretty unique. we couldnt make up our mind what to eat other than  calamari. the waiter decided to order a pizza not from the menu- his creation basically it had loads ham, mushrooms, loads of cheese, spicy meatballs, antichoke, something else i cant remember, and an egg in the middle. he told us to spread the egg yoke around the pizza and it really tasted good! i ate 2 slices and my stomach was about to explode.. mingxing ate the rest and u can guess how big his stomach was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i like about eating at restaurants is the ambience. yes, the physical ambience is important. but talking to the staff is great as well. the outlet at jalan kayu is very small.. and so is the staff. they are one bunch of friendly and warm people. constantly making sure we were well fed and happy and talk loads of food-related stuff with us. probably because we were the only customer left when they closed for lunch. little things like these truely make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go to batam this coming weekend with the council but i gave it a miss. no money and didnt wanna spend so much money this month- gotta clear credit card bills. but going to plan one next month to go with chieh or my fellow interns :) cool funky stuff man.. cant wait to have a good massage :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-3354126547687786747?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/3354126547687786747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=3354126547687786747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/3354126547687786747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/3354126547687786747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/05/working-life.html' title='working life'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-7846606812842357511</id><published>2007-05-10T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:22:23.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick again</title><content type='html'>One week into my internship and I think im not a favorable choice as an intern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night, did OT again. Im not complaining. Met zhizai for dinner after that. Felt super bad cos I was supposed to meet him at 730 but my meeting ended at 830 and he was on his way home already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I felt an immense discomfort and started puking the whole night. Woke up yesterday morning and I had to drag myself to work. I nearly gave up going to work at the mrt station. But I have a lot of work to do so somehow I convinced myself to work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Through out the morning, the office felt like a freezer. I was sitting beside one of the bosses and he kept looking at me as to why im hugging my jacket so tightly. Then, I decided to see a doctor during lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very high fever and super dehydrated and the doctor suspected dengue fever. She wanted to give me 5 days mc but I told her that im only 1 week into my internship and that is not going to reflect well about me. So she changed it to 1.5 days and on Friday if my fever does not go down, I have to take a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to office. Did a couple of work before I left at 3. slept till 2.30am last night when I woke up cos I felt super dehydrated. I ate 3 mouthful of porridge and I was next to the toilet bowl puking again. Effectively, I have not eaten since Tuesday lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to lose weight from the aussie trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-7846606812842357511?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/7846606812842357511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=7846606812842357511&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7846606812842357511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7846606812842357511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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was up and ready. and i still have no work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone around me was super busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had waves of guilty conscience hitting me every minute. my boss- either too busy or away at meetings. he'd rather pass some work to the other interns but me. probably becos im not familiar with the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after an hour, i ran out of ubs websites to surf, and i beg the other intern, wati, to give me something to do. at least help me look useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is funny cos even though i didnt do anything much for the past 2 days, i still feel kinda tired. probably because i haven recovered from the bad plane flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-3709254371537442318?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-8904689152302429133</id><published>2007-05-01T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:21:34.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feels like home</title><content type='html'>im finally back home after a gruly 10hr flight and being awake for more than 36 hrs. and tmr is my first day of work at UBS.. whoopy. i wonder how i can survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffering from jet lag, post-motion sickness and lack of sleep. but no matter what, it was FANTASTIC trip. with 4 boxes of krispy kremes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hilarious cos the customs at sydney were trying to snatch my doughnuts.. so did the air stewardesss. yep, fancy an asian girl carrying 4 frigging boxes of doughnuts all the way home. the krispy kremes guy thought that i have a huge family to feed, until i told him that singapore doesnt have an outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, stop here. need ta sleep before my boss fires me tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-8904689152302429133?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/8904689152302429133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=8904689152302429133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8904689152302429133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8904689152302429133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/05/feels-like-home.html' title='feels like home'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-2910177440423133463</id><published>2007-04-29T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:52:45.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh</title><content type='html'>im so happy and relax and glad and everything-good to be in aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melbourne was GREAT. sydney is so far good except the fact that the weather is so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes a good trip? touris-y places? nah, its the company. no, not just friends. but friends who are living in the country you are living in. u get to know their friends, their company and they become your friends. they would be so warm and loving and they will bring you to their best and favourite hangout places and eateries (not those touristy ones). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been to aussie twice before. and this time, for once im enjoying and getting to know aussie for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have experienced being a tourist here, being a friend and a family here, being a student for night, being a complete bummer, being a alcohol appreciater (not alcoholic, mind u) being everything that i would dream in this hopefully holiday. and i thank GOD every single day for making this trip happen and making it so much more than i ever wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is my best holiday. im aint joking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i could tell u guys all about it but the internet is going die soon. but i would love to share the experience with u guys soon via photos. so keep a look out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to jermaine,her great and crazy and warm friends, tholmas, iona, alicia and peng, rachel ang: i love u guys to death. THANK YOU for being such great people in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-2910177440423133463?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/2910177440423133463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=2910177440423133463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2910177440423133463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2910177440423133463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/04/ahhh.html' title='ahhh'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-2804303724323725590</id><published>2007-04-24T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T10:49:51.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aussie: Melbourne day 1 morning</title><content type='html'>im bloody tired. reached melbourne at 3 am singapore time and im about to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt sleep on the plane. was dying from clastrophobia clutched between  a FM (fat man) and a BM (big man). the irony was i requested to be on the isle seat cos i dun wanna die from clastrophobia. FM was drunk, noisy, full of perfume and he cut into my space. i was literally about to call the air stewardess to request a switch to business class. that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like 11amsg time now and its time to meet rachel and tholmas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-2804303724323725590?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/2804303724323725590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=2804303724323725590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2804303724323725590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2804303724323725590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/04/aussie-melbourne-day-1-morning.html' title='aussie: Melbourne day 1 morning'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-773943475877983031</id><published>2007-04-23T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T16:51:22.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello aussie!</title><content type='html'>i couldnt sleep last night. pretty excited for the trip. dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning to rush to suntec and submit the forms for my internship. felt a sense of  insignificance when i took the lift up to the office. all the suits dude and dudettes.. all the expats.. all the wealth management bankers.. and im just an ignorant intern who doesnt even know how to manage her own pocket money. nevertheless, im gonna learn. i have changed my motive for the rest of my uni life. this sem was bad. got back some of my grades and it isnt good. but in the midst of all bad things, i've been blessed with an internship. i think it is time to change my focus. i understand that there is nothing much for me to do to pull up my grades, so why not just do darn well for the internship? make the best out of the situation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met tholmas for lunch. its very funny cos when we left, i told him  "see ya in about 24 hrs in melbourne at ur apartment". hahaha. he is gonna be my travelling buddy in melbourne after which he would be going to tasmania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i met my cousin, leng leng, at capital square for coffee. she gave me an angbao so that i can " travel comfortably" in aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just very very touched by my family even before the trip has began. my mum and dad think i'm abit mad to travel alone, but my mum offered to pay for my hotel at sydney even though i insisted that i foot the bill for this entire trip. she took half-day off just to see me to the airport with my dad. my granny, gave me an angbao and did the sweetest thing for me- made bird nest to "boost my health". my cousin, jermaine who is in aussie now, is so welcoming and will be picking me up from the airport in the wee hours of the morning. my aunties and uncles and other cousins were telling me where to go, what to do, telling me that im very brave to travel alone, wishing me well.. i mean, i am already feeling so happy even before reaching aussie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna thank God for my family. i really dont deserve all these....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-773943475877983031?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/773943475877983031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=773943475877983031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/773943475877983031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/773943475877983031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-aussie.html' title='hello aussie!'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-1762805369070188233</id><published>2007-04-21T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:55:21.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ready?? no..</title><content type='html'>again. im unprepared. haven pack still cos i didnt have time to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kc is leaving tonight for her china internship and when we met her last night, she hasnt started packing either. oh well, procrastination is our trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i got a travelling buddy in aussie - Tholmas. he is leaving for melbourne on the same night as me.. only at different time. cos he is flying on SQ with krisflyer miles. bugger. anyway, looking forward to go out with jerms, sam, rachel and tholmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for my first facial with jasmine in the evening at kovan and it was darn cheap --$28 bucks for cleansing, facial scrub,removal of blackheads, eyebrow triming, toning mask and cooling mask. SUPER GOOD DEAL. but the removal of blackheads was a torture.. it was so painful that sometimes i wonder why women indulge themselves in such activities. worse than eyebrow threading.. i teared... and was at the brim of screaming my blackheads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the cooling mask made it all worth while.. darn shiok to the core. was dozing off before she took it out and the session ended. at the end of 1.5 hrs, i stared at the mirror and i see red marks.. all over my face. jas said it was normal but i just couldnt believe i actually tortured myself. at least, lesser blackheads and my cheeks are smoother. hope the pimples subside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile.. its back to packing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-1762805369070188233?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/1762805369070188233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=1762805369070188233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/1762805369070188233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/1762805369070188233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/04/ready-no.html' title='ready?? no..'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-365361077737322521</id><published>2007-04-19T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:50:07.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh happy day! part 2</title><content type='html'>my days just get better. yeah, i know that all good things will come to a stand still sooner or later. but guess i just have to enjoy while it last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see. yesterday wednesday. had to attend 3 meetings back to back but daryl was nice to take over 1 meeting for me. after the last meeting, i met alan for dinner and movie like after so long. we ate at billy bombers @cathay. omg, the food is not bad now.. and i realised im a sucker for potato salad. think i should cut down on the carbs.. im still grow fat everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we watch the movie "Sunshine" and i kinda slapped myself for choosing the movie. the is trying to be like "Event Horizon" but yet it doesnt want to be a horror show. half the time we were like "uh.. whats going on...". in short : bad movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie ended at 9 and i had 1 hour to kill before going zouk with the BE people. oh well, so we went to B&amp;J (again!!) to have ice cream. i really think that i really have to control myself. but the thought that aussie will be cold and fats are need to insulate myself..so i hecked it. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met daryl and xiaomin outside zouk. JASMINE AND KC PANGSEH! yeah.. so i was at the brink of taking a bus home then... but then huiying and jiahui and their friend, yvonne, came. all i know was, no-ozzy but super crazy karaoke girls, we were. we were practically screaming and doing mambo actions along all the songs (that we kn0w) at phuture. how ironic. huiying and jiahui were super happy last night cos they saw their eye candy. especially jiahui, when she realised her friend was acquainted with her eye candy and jiahui was dancing beside him. tsk tsk jiahui.. no wonder she was so tamed for a while... hahha she was like giving me all sorts funny looks on her face like.."omg, i cant believe he is beside me!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning and it dawned upon me that im so not prepared for my aussie trip. yep, aussie trip is not cancelled cos even if i got the internship, i would be starting work on 2nd may. anyway, my bags aint packed. no thick jackets.. no aussie money. no itinery. no time. friday and saturday will be CTV training session and i have left sunday and monday morning to pack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless being the prostinating jayne that im ever known to be, i ate my lunch and watched tv instead. i returned to my hp and had a missed call. it was from ocs and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM EMPLOYED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like after so long.. i finally feel that i am employable.. THANK GOD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i just got blessed with the best of both worlds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, just found out that there are coffee bean and subway in toa payoh central! FANTASTIC! EGGS BEN, here i come!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-365361077737322521?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/365361077737322521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=365361077737322521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/365361077737322521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/365361077737322521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-happy-day-part-2.html' title='oh happy day! part 2'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-1118726017848009948</id><published>2007-04-18T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T01:18:48.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh happy day!</title><content type='html'>had a great day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 10 by my dad. he thought my interview was at 12. argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents kept calling me, which was pretty annoying. i mean, it is just an interview. they are probably banging on the chance that i earn big bucks in a big bank so that i can sponsor their future mahjong games.. duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, TODAY IS BEN AND JERRY'S FREE CONE DAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to suntec with darly, shah and jas and met keris, jac,ln and jiahui to queue for the free ice cream. the queue was super long , hot, stuffy and they issued like paper fans with write ups on global warming on it. OK, I GET THE POINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, most of us went for strawberry cheesecake!!!! and the poor girl serving strawberry cheesecake was sweating her butts off(how ironic) and digging the hard frozen icecream till her muscle ached. so jas was very sweet to fan her while she was serving. hahaha oh well, after ice cream, i felt motivated to go for interview which was also in suntec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the interview went pretty well and just hope that i get the internship. the interviewer was kinda funny and he ask whether 1000 bucks was ok for me. i mean, really what can i say. 1000 bucks is really alot (for me) and even if it wasnt, i cant really say not enough right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school to meet kc and jas and we walked to cathay for another round of free ice cream!!! before walking back to school for my ctv meeting. the meeting ended at 8 and all 3 of us were drop dead starving. i was in absolute pain cos my new shoes scarred my right foot with a huge blister that broke and exposed a red,raw patch skin. the patch is like 4 cm by 1 cm big? so gross that kc squealed. jas and i swapped shoes an we dragged ourselves to bugis to accompany kc to buy her belt. she got a pretty good deal.. a skirt and belt for 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that short shopping, we couldnt tahan. the shoes started to create blisters for jas. kc and i were just darn tired. so we went to fish and co to have dinner cos we had a 20 bucks voucher. ordered a seafood platter for 2 with extra serving of rice ( MY FAVOURITE!!!!) and darn, EVERY THING WAS NICE. the prawns and grilled fish were fresh, the sotongs were plentiful, the fries were fantastically crispy and tasty... the rice....AHH!!! and the mayo and chilli.. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, when put jayne, jasmine and kc together, u get a noisy bunch of girls... probably shopperholics and bimbz. (hahahhaha) BUT when u put 3 starving jayne, jasmine and kc, you get silence. we just ate and ate and ate with an occasional "wah..." , "shiok" and "damn nice..." and "eat more...". we unanimously attacked the fries, then the sotong, then the rice, then the prawns and the fish. and we cleaned ( and i mean cleaned ) the pan under 15 minutes. you would never seen us so energetic before. in psychology, when we sleep, our brain is the most active during REM sleep - Rapid Eye Movement Sleep. in jayne-ology, her brain is the most active during REM activity - Rapid Eating Movement Activity. ok, lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, after REM Sleep, we enter a phase of slow wave, low activity sleep. similarly, like gluttons, we felt like sleeping immediately after we wiped out the pan. had to force ourselves to settle bill before we end up sleeping in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Happy DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Fattening Day!!!!&lt;div 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me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-3592243882016346623</id><published>2007-04-16T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:19:05.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>usual random thoughts</title><content type='html'>cool, the exams are over and life is gonna get busier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so remember this feeling. dating way back during council days where after exams simply means time to do council work.... till u step down. remember that during the hols, thats when u start making enemies and squabble non-stop day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think that u are simply sick of school after the semester, life just get more boring during the holidays that sometimes i think im married to school. zhonghua, nanyang and now.. smu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun get me wrong, im not complaining. im just amused by myself. of how much i dislike such a life and yet, i somehow get myself in it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. thats me. cant help it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i had my last FT class today. we had the formal westen dining at NUS Guild House in Suntec where we learnt how to dine properly. i love the people at my table.. darn funny people. made this whole entire FT dining thing so relax. the other people from other tables were so darn tensed up and so.. formal. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things got a twist during dessert time. the girl sitting beside me had a phone call and left the room to carry on her conversation. i saw her crying from the reflection of the mirror and then, her friend came in to tell us that her father just passed away. and the entire table fell dead silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all call this as life being cruel. at that moment, you might be laughing your heads off with your friends over a nice meal. not knowing that at that very moment, your love ones are lying on the bed, crying out their last breath.. literally dying to see you one last time. one can hardly fully comprehend her sadness then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, life is cruel. but i guess it is because of its cruelty, thats why we are strong and make us appreciate each other more.. love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so coming back to the situation, though it may sound evil, but im glad she cried. at least she knows she loves her dad and they once spend happy moments as a family. because of this, life aint that cruel cos it cant take those memories away from us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-3592243882016346623?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-8564744605773432356</id><published>2007-04-12T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:40:16.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be happy?</title><content type='html'>my exam fever will subside in slightly over 24 hrs and i would recover my sanity temporary before the tsunami of insanity sweeps me away in 2 weeks time i.e. results release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, woke up to extremely weird day. not sure whether to be happy. OCS (office of career services) called me this morning to inform me that i was shortlisted for an interview with ubs. boy, u dont know how excited i was. the intern position was open to year 3s but i still applied for it.. and i was one of the 3 people shortlisted for the vacancy. its something like project management  which is the kind of job im looking for in a bank ( and not some stockmarket analyst job inwhich i have neither the brains and interest to work for). the pay : 1000 bucks. a much more stable working hours as compared to events management. and probably can juggle BE with internship. i just need to go through the interview next tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, deborah from ocs reminded me that the starting date was 23rd April. shite. sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to write in my resume that my availability is from 2 may.. and she told me that the date was non-negotiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.. dont go. here i am, forced to make a decision to cancel my aussie trip- the only thing i was looking forward to after exams. the only thing that keeping me more or less sane from insanity of mugging. my aussie trip.. and the ticket is non-refundable. there goes 1000 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, deborah was really nice about it. she highlighted to ubs that i was willing to work all the way till school starts next sem if they are willing to let me start work 1 week later. she emailed me later to inform me that it is possible, just need to remind the interviewer during the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, 1st impression gone. and if they need an intern very urgently, most probably i will go through the interview for no good reason - just to find out that i get rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. choices. yes i know, scrap the trip. internship more important. uh-huh..i get that fully. just that it pains me to cancel something so dear to me.. something that i hope to rejuvenate me.. those who know that i'll be traveling alone were just darn jealous that i have the guts to do so. my friends wanted to join me but either finances or exams prohibit them to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing left to do, if i get the internship, is to sell it to either shelina or emir at a discounted rate. hopefully they will enjoy the trip as much as i expect to do so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhie, i just have pray i get the internship that allows me to start work on 2 may. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-8564744605773432356?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/8564744605773432356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=8564744605773432356&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8564744605773432356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8564744605773432356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-be-happy.html' title='to be happy?'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-2550315646177216179</id><published>2007-04-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:23:05.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for my name's sake!!</title><content type='html'>oh i just have to blog this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to alan online about how i just feel like dying from the demands of this exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan - "Don’t let go too soon, but don’t hang on too long." says:&lt;br /&gt;u can do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan - "Don’t let go too soon, but don’t hang on too long." says:&lt;br /&gt;c'mon.. give me some positive vibe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan - "Don’t let go too soon, but don’t hang on too long." says:&lt;br /&gt;wei ling u ain't a quitter right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jayne - 12 more days says:&lt;br /&gt;cannot man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jayne - 12 more days says:&lt;br /&gt;its really killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jayne - 12 more days says:&lt;br /&gt;and my name is wei-lyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jayne - 12 more days says:&lt;br /&gt;or weilin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jayne - 12 more days says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan - "Don’t let go too soon, but don’t hang on too long." says:&lt;br /&gt;weiling or weilin... different of 'g'.. no need so calculative right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jayne - 12 more days says:&lt;br /&gt;got difference lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jayne - 12 more days says:&lt;br /&gt;like how many weilin do u noe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jayne - 12 more days says:&lt;br /&gt;i bet less than 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jayne - 12 more days says:&lt;br /&gt;but weilings are like super duper common lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jayne - 12 more days says:&lt;br /&gt;just like jayne and jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa.. come to think about it, my name is darn unique (same too to the person! ). like i used to ask my mum " why is my name jayne not jane... why my name is wei-lyn not wel ling.. why got extra 'y' and extra dash in the middle.. how come it is weilin not weiling in hanyupinying...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" why am i a quek.. why not kwek but quek... why must be an animal sound..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-2550315646177216179?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/2550315646177216179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=2550315646177216179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2550315646177216179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2550315646177216179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-my-names-sake.html' title='for my name&apos;s sake!!'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-7221898424732234106</id><published>2007-04-11T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:24:36.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam fever</title><content type='html'>halow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is recovered-almost-sane jayne typing this blog. i have killed myself this sem by taking 5 exams - 1 on monday, 2 on tuesday and 2 on friday. if i had the usual 3, i would have kiss year 2 goodbye by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh im having a terrible headache now. lack of sleep for the past 3 nights. but after psych paper last night, i went home and knocked out at 10.30pm till 12pm this..afternoon. when was the last time i slept before 12? anyway, im still accumulating my sleep debt now and i cant seem to study... oozzzyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk abt law and econs. the paper sux. when i flipped the paper... the horror of my life- property law. thank God it was open-book exam.. so spent the next 30 minutes teaching myself property law and the next 1 hr thinking how in the world do i do an economic analysis of property law. well, i wasnt alone. the encouragement i got was the people sitting in the room were as clueless as i was.. or so i think they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next question : joint venture between Qantas and British Airways. omg. i could be sure that if a gun was next to me.. i will shoot... the paper. spent the whole night learning merger only to know that law language is enough to make me feel stupid. so it required us to analyse whether the joint venture between Q and BA substantially lessen competition in the Singapore market (in short, whether they are an evil monopoly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos they are not! giving us great deals to aussie does not constitute to an evil monopoly! without them, i would have paid like 1.5K for my ticket to aussie!!! so, having a moral obligation, i decided to take my stand to support BA and Q. only to realise, i didnt have time to finish my question. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is how exciting my exam can go for this sem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-7221898424732234106?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/7221898424732234106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=7221898424732234106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7221898424732234106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7221898424732234106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/04/exam-fever.html' title='exam fever'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-7433117775917610326</id><published>2007-04-09T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:54:40.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jaci Velasquez - On My Knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I feel&lt;br /&gt;The best of me is ready to begin&lt;br /&gt;Then there's days when I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go and soaring on the wind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've learned in laughter or in pain&lt;br /&gt;How to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get on my knees! (x2)&lt;br /&gt;There I am before the Love&lt;br /&gt;That changes me&lt;br /&gt;See I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;But there's power&lt;br /&gt;When I'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;Or by myself&lt;br /&gt;and almost anywhere&lt;br /&gt;When I feel there's a need&lt;br /&gt;To talk with God ; He is Emmanuel&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes, no darkness there&lt;br /&gt;There's only light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get on my knees (x2)&lt;br /&gt;there I am before the Love that changes me&lt;br /&gt;See I don't know how, but there's power&lt;br /&gt;In the blue skies, in the midnight&lt;br /&gt;When I'm on my knees...I get on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-7433117775917610326?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/7433117775917610326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=7433117775917610326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7433117775917610326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7433117775917610326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/04/jaci-velasquez-on-my-knees-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-6212641596263430038</id><published>2007-04-07T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T01:59:02.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love story</title><content type='html'>question: what is the name of the greatest love story ever written in english literature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hands up if you say Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be in that group. until i studied in sec 4 for english literature and realised and Romeo and Juliet are mere desperados of opposite gender with lust for one another. in short, they are in love, with love. My lit teacher used to tell us that Romeo was in love with love before he met Juliet. and i still think he is when he is with juliet. Both thinks that they love each other to the point that they will be still united after death. but hello, anyone remembers the marriage vow " till death doeth us part?" .  quite an irony here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm a strict critic of movies. if i read a book and watch the movie adapted from the book, i'd think the movie has room for improvement. Even if i'd not read the book, the movie would not be so fantastic to the point that i would bother to read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not so now. love story of all time : Pride and Prejudice. Perfect Movie, and i hope the book won't fail me. PLEASE GO WATCH IT. my gosh, i just cant wait to read it after the exams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a thing for old english-settings movies. Love their accent and their wit. talking about wit, The Importance Of Being Earnest is another great movie to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop jayne. go mug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-6212641596263430038?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/6212641596263430038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=6212641596263430038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6212641596263430038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6212641596263430038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-story.html' title='love story'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-3065771034971534527</id><published>2007-04-04T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:55:18.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complain queen. not</title><content type='html'>i just lodge a complaint against the security guard at SESS today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to terence and febri for convincing me. idiot. i have had it enough of his bad attitude. and it really reached my jayne-is-superkind-and-patient level when he toss/threw my handphone on the table after talking to terence on the phone with regards to the seminar room booking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE, i tell u. HE had better change his attitude before i blow my top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had FT interview recording today. and i was too lazy to iron my longsleeves. and as i look at myself at the mirror, i was absolutely certain i saw the TUMMY. omg. i look like im pregnant or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS MY UZAP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-3065771034971534527?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/3065771034971534527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=3065771034971534527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/3065771034971534527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/3065771034971534527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/04/complain-queen-not_04.html' title='complain queen. not'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-2399620487685135461</id><published>2007-04-04T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:52:36.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complain queen. not</title><content type='html'>i just lodge a complaint against the security guard at SESS today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to terence and febri for convincing me. idiot. i have had it enough of his bad attitude. and it really reached my jayne-is-superkind-and-patient level when he toss/threw my handphone on the table after talking to terence on the phone with regards to the seminar room booking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE, i tell u. HE had better change his attitude before i blow my top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had FT interview recording today. and i was too lazy to iron my longsleeves.  and as i look at myself at the mirror, i was absolutely certain i saw the TUMMY. omg. i look like im pregnant or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS MY UZAP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-2399620487685135461?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/2399620487685135461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=2399620487685135461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2399620487685135461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2399620487685135461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/04/complain-queen-not.html' title='complain queen. not'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-2721154917138961</id><published>2007-04-03T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:49:25.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid me again</title><content type='html'>shah says that my blog is getting more and more depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok something for you to laugh at.. ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i was taking a photo using my dad's new camera and decided to transfer it to my laptop using the SD card. i took it out and slot it into my SD drive. and there wasnt a CLICK sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats weird. so i decided to push it inner (sounds wrong but nevermind). and sharks, i feel like slapping myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a mini SD card. its stuck IN my SD card that you need a torchlight to see its existance in the SD drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to CIT today with shah and we have to fill in the form before they could attend to us. and i wanted to write under Problem " I stuck a mini sd card inside my sd drive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-2721154917138961?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-7180389696592322583</id><published>2007-04-03T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T16:17:02.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im distracted</title><content type='html'>im distracted by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my spur-of-the moment decision&lt;br /&gt;a dream turned into reality;&lt;br /&gt;the uplifter of my mood&lt;br /&gt;when things are going down to insanity;&lt;br /&gt;the motivator to look forward&lt;br /&gt;and not to turn around;&lt;br /&gt;the bringer of all things familiar&lt;br /&gt;and places not know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are expensive to maintain&lt;br /&gt;but im willing to sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;You are my ticket&lt;br /&gt;that envy lies in others' eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I talk to others&lt;br /&gt;of what i might do with you&lt;br /&gt;and they can only dream&lt;br /&gt;to have you too.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;My dear Lord, i entrust my darling to thee&lt;br /&gt;that a blessing it shall be to me&lt;br /&gt;So disappointment shall cease to ever arise&lt;br /&gt;and hope, in the end, it shall entice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-7180389696592322583?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/7180389696592322583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=7180389696592322583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7180389696592322583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7180389696592322583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-distracted.html' title='im distracted'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-5025584403632880699</id><published>2007-04-01T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:03:11.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much thoughts</title><content type='html'>question: what is the similarity between getting drunk and having lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer: you make irresponsible remarks. you spill secrets. you forget something called trust. and if others arent as drunk or as lack of sleep like you, you end up hurting them.. and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry joe. terribly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt something from a hong kong TV drama yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" there is no such thing as regret. when you make a decision, you must have given great thoughts. So even if things do not turn out the way you wanted, you must not regret. Carry on by finding a way to improve the situation or simply start from scratch. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew that i could feel so relieve after hearing it. after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekends are extremely important for working people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met mingxing and his friends at coffeebean last night after amanda's birthday. before that, he was at gardens with a friend having coffee, then he went bliss at ponggol park for coffee. then came back to sgoon gardens coffee bean for coffee. then went to RK house for tea. then go some place else to have supper. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how desperate a working guy can be to maximise his free time on weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st birthday, Amandasssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 23rd birthday, Tholmas. and dont worry, you are not a joke.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st birthday, chui khim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-5025584403632880699?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/5025584403632880699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=5025584403632880699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5025584403632880699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5025584403632880699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-much-thoughts.html' title='too much thoughts'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-8081858324185445048</id><published>2007-03-31T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:59:25.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another bad day??!!!</title><content type='html'>is it me or coincidence seems to like me a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been getting nothing but whizzes of murphy's law occuring and reoccuring in my life for the entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just see. last night(thursday night) i reached home at around 12 and started reading my IE textbook to do the hw which was due today at 5pm. however, at 3 am.. my brain shut down and i was dead beat .. and i didnt start the hw. so i set my alarm t 6.30am and another at 7am to wake myself up to do the hw or at least be punctual for my last FT class for the sem. i didnt hear the 1st alarm went off and i woke up at 7.15am.. which is the earliest i've woken up since... last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had adequate time to iron my formal clothes.. but no, something has to mess my life and somehow, my shirt couldnt not be ironed straight. no matter how hard i tried, it still look like a mess and i was late for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised during FT class that i had to send a soft copy of my birth cert and education cert to SIA for application and i forgot to bring it to school. but i had to do my IE hw by 5pm and send the application before office hours end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dead meat to the core corecore... i rushed to the bank to make a transaction..  finished my application after lesson, then met ryandall and nat for ctv meeting.. then did IE homework with mengchoon and ran to-and-fro SESS and library to seek help for the hw.by the time everything ended, it was 5pm. the only reward, a$10 voucher from kino by my IE prof, as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that smu is not strategically located to hail a cab. so i called for one and i was on my way home at 5.30pm. it was my 5th time on the cab since sunday..yeps im broke and no cast can mend it (cold joke..eh).  reached home at 5.45pm and tried to scan my cert into my bro's laptop. but he didn't pick up the phone and i couldnt access his laptop. i frantically search for the installation disc for the scanner/printer and after a tormenting 15 minutes, i managed to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the installation began.... and it failed. WTC!!! MURPHY SHOULD GET KILLED TO HAVE SOME KIND OF LAW.  i panicked and tried again. the installation took 20 minutes and i was dead.. 6.20pm and i have not replied them yet. i've got 10 more min before i kiss my potential internship goodbye and goodnight.. forever.  so i got the cert scanned but murphy just loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to attached the files but it took a zillion years to attach one file. and i realised, the stupid scan certs were at least 7mb each. DUMB! so i had to change the format from jpeg to gif and send it out.. and I WAS LATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATE FOR MY APPLICATION. LATE FOR A MOVIE-CUM-BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION FOR MARVIN AT J8. i think kenji would love to kill me now. it was suppose to be another surpise movie thing for marvin but i was late.  i quickly left home and decided to take a bus down to bishan. but NO, murphy wants to marry me. the main road next to my estate was having its first jam since singapore gained independence. WHATS WRONG WITH EVERYTHING. the vehicles were moving at the speed of 1mm per min or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to walk to the mrt station from the busstop. when i was 5 minutes away from the mrt, murphy decided to swear his love for me, leaving me no choice but to relent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** PS: my feet were full of blisters since wednesday. blisters on my toes, under my toes and at the joints of my toes. in short,  my feet are red and look like i have leprosy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my slippers broke. my lovely yellow slippers i bought from phuket 1.5 years back broke. i was along a pathway next to a mainroad and i can honestly tell you i never felt so popular before. all the passerbys, all the drivers were staring at me.. some stupid aunty was being unsympathetic and scoffed at me while she walked pass. *breathe jayne.. breathe...*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck it. i took off the scandles and walked BAREFOOTED (with zillions of blisters on both feet) on the pavement and ROAD with puddles of disgusting bacteria infested water.  and walked to toa payoh hdb hub with more people staring at me. i gracefully walked into a shoeshop and the sales lady, who looked like her pet dog died,  started laughing as if mr bean was dancing infront of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is miserable. why am i suffer so much for murphy. but the good thing was, she was kind enough to help me dispose my dearly beloved slippers. and FINALLY made my way to j8... and watch TMNT and i wonder why i paid 9.50 to watch a i-cant-find-any-adjectives-to-describe-how-stupid-i-am movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i headed back school for starry starry night and ryandall was finally behaving like a man and decided to treat us a round of beer. ok, ryandall is nice and not whiney for once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my day ended decently. thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-8081858324185445048?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/8081858324185445048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=8081858324185445048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8081858324185445048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8081858324185445048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-bad-day.html' title='another bad day??!!!'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-1478630678341513797</id><published>2007-03-29T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:50:13.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day, try to do something abt it</title><content type='html'>a bad day in short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had IE presentation today. we didnt present during the class time as there wasnt enough time, so my prof decided to let us present in another location after class. but after IE lesson, i supposed to have intro psych lesson. and today, im supposed to skip half of intro psych to go for half of MA class i missed on tuesday. so by the time my presentation ended, class has progressed for 1 hr and i had to make a decision to go Intro psych or MA class. either class, i will get back my mid term results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to go for MA class. my midterms was a goner and i wasnt too happy about it. but thank God for my MA prof who was so happy that i made it for class and greeted me with so much enthus "Oh Jayne, you are here! i have your paper..." and she is so encouraging.. Gosh i wanna study for MA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my midterms for psych was also a goner.. it was gone beyond gone. but therein lies intrinsic motivation : if i wanna be a doctor, i'd better get used to studying intro psych. and it worked. for once, i didnt complained while reading the textbook and i actually wanna do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i checked my email and was shocked to see an email titled " Red Packets" from my IE prof. i thought she wanted to collect the angbao she gave to me before CNY for some reason. but NO. she wanted to give everyone who turned up for the extended IE lessons as a form of appreciation! 2nd Angbao from the IE prof.. now i dont care how much she is giving this time, but all i know.. i wana study IE too.. ( in psych, this is called cognitive dissonace.. wiki it if  you dont know..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it is a bad day, but im doing something about it... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-1478630678341513797?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/1478630678341513797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=1478630678341513797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/1478630678341513797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/1478630678341513797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/bad-day-try-to-do-something-abt-it.html' title='bad day, try to do something abt it'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-7092189715404353547</id><published>2007-03-28T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T01:10:02.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted day</title><content type='html'>my day started at 7.15am when my alarm was screaming hysterically. i woke up and switched it off and went back to sleep, thinking that i will wake up ten minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and it was 10.30am. i missed my morning class. so i called chinwan to give him a morning call for our noon class and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and it was 12.30pm. i missed my noon class. so i msg chinwan to ask him when the class-break was. he said, " no break, just come into class", thinking that i was on my way to school and i replied " i am still at home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a cab down to school and met bj for lunch. he is one mad fella who proclaims that he is gay and now wants to turn into a monk. cant make up his sexual orientation.. tsk tsk. now, he has gay too much till he is catching a flu.. i wonder where he caught it from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinwan msged me and passed me a chocolate crossiant.. he is very very nice! he told me he was first to be in class and bought this for me for breakfast.. *touched* ok, i will give him more morning calls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to study but things started flooding my mind, like how in the world am i gonna pass my law and econs exams. i gave up for a while and went to read my intro psych textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at the dim sum place @ sunshine plaza again. i think im addicted to the food there. 3 weeks in the roll. and i think im growing fat by the amount im eating. my aunt, who firmly believes i am too skinny, just told me that i have fattened up quite abit on sunday. depression, i tell you. and when i get depressed, i eat more. so it isnt helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met tholmas on the way back to the lib and he was REALLY NICE to teach me how to park. in the school carpark. i was supposed to be at IE meeting within 15 min but i decided to acquire this lifelong skill instead. he is darn funny -- we walking to a stairway leading to the carpark and i told him that i didn't know such a stairway existed. and he said " you're not scared i lead you to some ulu place and then...." and i replied " im sure that you dont have such bad taste ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just whammed my ego down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we drove around the carpark and he told me where the different exits lead to. and he taught me how to park with no cars on both sides of a lot but a pillar, a pillar with 1 car on the other side of the lot and 2 cars on both sides of the lot. he is one of the few people who really trust me. *double touched* i am one step closer to drive on my own...if i have a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tholmas is a great guy as you can see.. better than my cousin ...any takers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-7092189715404353547?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/7092189715404353547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=7092189715404353547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7092189715404353547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7092189715404353547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/wasted-day.html' title='wasted day'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-3158725294769077462</id><published>2007-03-27T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:33:43.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go jayne go..</title><content type='html'>yes, i have to push myself here. the last leg of the semester. i need to start studying. 5 crazy papers.. yeps, i have to study, jayne. just think of what you will be doing 1 month from now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is another whacky day. met joe tee and eliz for brunch at delifrance opp SIS. the salad tasted horrible the soup was too salty. but nevertheless, it was great brunch cos of the company. eliz was doing her IS project with adobe photoshop and it struck me that im handicapped when it comes to photoshop. ok.. i shall pick it up during the hols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, eliz gave me a cute chick that she bought from spotlight. then, the whole day became a "tongue-in-chick" day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look MUM, this is what i wanna be when i grow up!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046281289138035426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ipqLd96szY/Rgf-GJvF2uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgpCy-LFzmA/s320/26-03-07_1239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046281293433002738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ipqLd96szY/Rgf-GZvF2vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qdXGrst6y9E/s320/26-03-07_1242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"chicken-sandwiched???"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then, i went to studio and terence and daryl were all so fancinated over the chick. but they were mean... mean mean downright mean. they wrote this on a piece of paper with my chick on it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Jayne's Chick,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but it should not be read as&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jayne is a Chick"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i slacked on the sofa in studio, doing up the presentation slides for IE.. and when i stood up, wanlyn screamed. it was at this moment, i felt like a member of the Klumps family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wanlyn : " JAYNE!!!! WHAT DID U DO TO THAT CHICK??!!!!!!! ITS FLATTENED!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oops. i didnt know i sat on it.. my poor chick. so wanlyn gently lift the pancaked chick and tried to puff it up. she kinda did a great job though. but the chick looked a wee-bit unproportionate. like a missing wing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idiots. then, met chonghui for a chillout session at ice cold's. it is funny how people can be so passionate over being a trader or financial analysts and earn big bucks and.. it doesnt interest me at all. whats wrong with me. and chonghui said that math for econs eg partial differentiation is interesting. he is downright sick. maybe he and i should switch course..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then, went to granny's place for dinner like after.....2 or 3 weeks? i miss homecooked food. i really do. sometimes i wonder how i manage to survive eating out almost everyday for every meal since sec2.. if i had the money, i'd probably ate at all the restaurants in singapore twice already!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then met tholmas and darrell for ice cream at island creamery to celebrate thol's birthday. boy, the boys are old.. they are 23 this year man.. how time flies when we were celebrating their 21st birthdays 2 years back. darrell wasn't in a good mood for the first time, and he was like "what the crap" here and there until he ate the super-duper sinful MUDPIE. see, chocolate is a happy food... and then he was back to "what the crap" mode. called my "beloved" cousin, james (whom i am at the brim of disowning him...) as he was nearby. he joined us for a while and asked me to vet his resume...which the only work experience he has is Army. but my cousin is still a capable guy ( why am i still supporting him when he forgets about me...?!!!!). any takers? oh well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-3158725294769077462?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' 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one's life. like when im have nothing to do in school, i feel absolutely empty, stripped away and blank. henceforth, im feeling poetic again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time for us to move on&lt;br /&gt;You can’t really keep listening to the same song&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again all day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time for us to move on&lt;br /&gt;Even though we are stuck at the same problem&lt;br /&gt;There are solutions that we can fathom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time for us to move on&lt;br /&gt;Just like cars on expressways caught in a huge jam&lt;br /&gt;after they have fixed the green lamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time for us to move on&lt;br /&gt;As much as we want to dwell on the fact&lt;br /&gt;that the situation is unfair to us just yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time for us to move on&lt;br /&gt;While we allow envy to set into our heart&lt;br /&gt;Questioning why letting go is so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time for us to move on&lt;br /&gt;There are reasons why we are in this trial&lt;br /&gt;We will find out sometime along life’s isle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time for us to move on&lt;br /&gt;And the path is laid with steps for us to take&lt;br /&gt;Take one last look at the past and then forsake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time for us to move on&lt;br /&gt;Grab your bags and take the steps forward&lt;br /&gt;at the junction, don’t waste the green man’s effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-1299954133760908257?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/1299954133760908257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>hanayoridango!</title><content type='html'>i just watched the last episode of hana yori dango 2! :) ok, coming from a drama series addict, this season was great! although like the plot is somewhat similar to the taiwanese version season 1, but the actors and actresses were much much better! ok, credits.. THANK YOU FANGWEI!!!! i love you for your harddisk and car! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. time to go for my 2nd FT class of the day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-6086303761457290194?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/6086303761457290194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=6086303761457290194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6086303761457290194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6086303761457290194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/hanayoridango.html' title='hanayoridango!'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-5766796068013204360</id><published>2007-03-22T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:51:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excited!</title><content type='html'>EXCITED !!!!! really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited about the end of the semster. excited about whether i get my internship with SIA. excited about graduation. excited about holidays. excited about exchange next jan. excited about studying medicine in 4 years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what went into me but i have seriously no form of intrinsic motivation to study now. its bad, i know. but i just wanna clear my projects and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my life just underwent a huge turn.. for the better now. im actually feeling happy for no particular reason.  and that's a good start :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP! goes my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-5766796068013204360?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/5766796068013204360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=5766796068013204360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5766796068013204360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5766796068013204360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/excited.html' title='excited!'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-4766202443646778710</id><published>2007-03-20T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T15:31:40.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMBO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cant take it. this song is flooding my brain.. during MA quiz, i was trying to think of how to calculate efficiency variance and my brain went "POP!!!!" MUMMY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0A7dtdc-nU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0A7dtdc-nU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-4766202443646778710?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/4766202443646778710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=4766202443646778710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/4766202443646778710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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a pre-event thing and we had to decorate a note book using arty stuff and stickers. ok, you put 3 non-arty-farty girls together and you have not a bad piece of art work. :) and we had a free make-over and photo taking thingy too! waiting for jas to send the picture before uploading them here. don't know whether it will appear on the next magazine issue.. muahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we watched music and lyrics and it was great. love the show, love the Brit. the seats allocated to us were crap - 2-1 seating. so jas and i decided to lift the handle in between us and 3 of us squeezed comfortably in 2 seats. :) so romantic! not. a romantic movie for 3 single girls.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so met meiting,ruizhen and freedy for dinner at sakae sushi marina square. it was freedy birthday celebration but some how, everyone hates freedy. kept insulting him because he kept picking on me. but we didn't eat much so we went to max brenners to chill out. then we were talking about marriage. double sigh. what a topic. everyone is either attached or going to be but i... am no where close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT DESPERATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contd.. but something encouraging (or not..) was that everyone predicted that i will get married first. to a eurasian. no idea why but we made a pact: if i were to get married first to a eurasian, ruizhen and meiting need not give me angbao on my wedding. see, the benefits i wouldn't mind forgoing just not to be left on the shelf... haha boy oh boy, i miss my clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, went to watch " Der rote Kakado" ( the red cockadoo in german) for free with jas at cineleisure. its arty. its farty. its full of horny actor and actresses. but not as good as Hula Girls though. its about the events happening months before the berlin wall was built in 1961 to separate east and west germany... not bad for a history show though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, quit blogging and back to mugging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-7547270167528702039?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/7547270167528702039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=7547270167528702039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7547270167528702039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7547270167528702039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/mvie-marathon.html' title='mvie marathon'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-1816628126213527150</id><published>2007-03-17T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:54:56.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smugging hard for midterms</title><content type='html'>Friday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the end of week 11 and i still have midterms. like 2 of them and im about to go bonkas already. maybe they should start naming the quizes correctly - like 3/4term test instead of midterms. blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its like 12.35am now and im still at the studio. trying to study for my intro psych test later at 2pm. and i have 80 more pages to torment through. do you know how terrible the feeling is? like it takes at least 4 hrs to clear 1 chapter of 40 odd pages. and i have 13 hrs more. considering that i have to bathe and catch some sleep and travel to and fro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt wake up to study this morning. felt so tired from the extremely late nights i have recently. woke up with a bad throat and i think i am sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the test was bad bad bad. again, i hope to be the above average in class. not much expectations judging from last minute studying and my incompetency in memorising. its time to study for MA quiz but... im packed for the weekend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met shyuan, chieh and junhui for dinner at lor 8. then we had this random thought to go clubbing at around 10pm. but judging from the fact that we have to go home to change clothes and my lack of energy, we shoved that idea and went to liquid kitchen to chill out instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liquid kitchen was bad. full stop. bad service, bad drinks and bad luck (ok, i don't believe in luck..) bad service : i ordered a mojito and a cup of warm water (for junhui) and it took them 45 mins and 4 reminders to get my orders served.  bad drinks: no mint leaves for my mojito. so they sub it with mint syrup and it tasted like.. toothpaste with mint. moreover, where was my stick of raw sugar that comes with it???? bad luck: this is the 4th time in 4 weeks i spilt and broke my glass of drinks on myself.. since CNY day 3.  and they didnt replace me with a complimentary drink despite them forgetting my orders 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, not my day. just hope tmr is a better one.. onwards to a movie special with jas and kc tmr and another free movie on monday evening!!! :) ok, going to cathay cineleisure 2 days in a row is somehow motivating now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-1816628126213527150?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/1816628126213527150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=1816628126213527150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/1816628126213527150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/1816628126213527150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/smugging-hard-for-midterms.html' title='smugging hard for midterms'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-8955579732218111139</id><published>2007-03-14T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:34:17.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am stupid.. are you?</title><content type='html'>ok, here's a question. dont peep at the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;water lilies double in area every 24hrs. on the first day of summer, there is one water lily on a lake. it taes 60 days for the lake to become covered with water lilies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on what day is the lake half covered???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to prevent you from peeping the answer, i'll shall tell u some stuff on my day (Which is boring and gives u time to think of the answer) i just got rejected from the flying dutchman company which totally diss-ed me off and wasted my time. but nevermind. find another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im  dead meat for intro psychology. i have a midterm on saturday and i have 300 more gruely pages to read, on top of a career essay due on fri and meetings on friday and MA midterms next tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ready for the answer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer: 59 days.. how long did u take to get this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-8955579732218111139?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-6766172947262018691</id><published>2007-03-13T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:47:17.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy</title><content type='html'>a song.. a tribute to BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE, i'm so into you&lt;br /&gt;you always got something&lt;br /&gt;THAT I HAVE TO DO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE, you killed my life around&lt;br /&gt;the earth is moving&lt;br /&gt;but im stuck in studio's ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime you look at me&lt;br /&gt;my heart is pumping (like mad) but i pretend not to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;i just can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;i'm not excited&lt;br /&gt;yet i went too deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh crazy..&lt;br /&gt;and it gives me frights&lt;br /&gt;baby thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;gives me schizophrenia all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, had a sinful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, you sick people. i ate a zillion fattening stuff and didnt work much. had meetings that were totally not related to school work. and my school work is seriously piling up. and im freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, terence, daryl, hailong and i had a meeting with the previous excos and the founders of BE. i must say, thank God for them. thank God for fantastic seniors, full of aspirations yet realistic. they are probably the only few people who understands 5 words called "progessing at a healthy speed". in EVERY ASPECT of life, there is a healthy speed level to progress; just because other corporations or other people are selling a product doesn't justify us launching every drop of energy into selling that same product. we have to think, whether it is sustainable, whether in the long run the same speed can be maintained, whether we are hurting ourselves or innocent parties in the process. in short, we arent the only parties affected by our decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, forget about work for now. anyway, we went to have dinner at this malay restaurant at Rendezvous hotel level 2 and it was fantastic. the only thing was it was darn expensive. but seriously, it was good.. and im thinking of eating it right now. then on sunday night, we went to watch symphonia's performance at the singapore conference hall near lao pa sa. and there, terence was blatently flirting with a girl ( or is it vice versa??) on front of us, diminishing our existance. it was like free show on Promiscuousity instead of a band performance and my mouth was like... opened and i thought i was the only one. then, when terence finally gave in to that girl to walk her to her seat, we all turned to each other and said "WAHLAU".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the concert, we went to laupasa for supper. we ordered 50 satays, fried rice, stingray and beer. yes, beer... shared among 7 people. heyuan said that he was allegic to alcohol or else he would have itchy rashbut in the end, he poured 1/2 a mug of beer and said " well, i guess a few mouth ful wouldn't hurt.." hahaha and when the beer aunty came to collect the jug, she emptied the remaining beer into his mug and we all started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i think the uzapping sessions are no longer useful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-6766172947262018691?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/6766172947262018691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=6766172947262018691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6766172947262018691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6766172947262018691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/crazy.html' title='crazy'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-3353629378115534566</id><published>2007-03-09T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:11:29.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She walks down the same path everyday-&lt;br /&gt;Alone, in deep thoughts, or with someone else-&lt;br /&gt;Countless trips countless times in every single day:&lt;br /&gt;To meet expectations which she is compelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along that path on which she would walk,&lt;br /&gt;Many would pass her by with the same aim;&lt;br /&gt;Some whom she know would disrupt her thoughts&lt;br /&gt;To greet her with a smile or shout her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lifts up her head to see-&lt;br /&gt;It is just a friend or another acquaintance in sight-&lt;br /&gt;“oh,” she says in her heart&lt;br /&gt;“gotta be polite and friendly again” she decides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responds with a wide smile and a lively hello&lt;br /&gt;But all her real thoughts, they will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind is like a never-ending whirlpool&lt;br /&gt;Throwing thoughts she wants to avoid back and forth&lt;br /&gt;It irritates, confuses, distracts and fools-&lt;br /&gt;“ you are pathetic,” to her it subtly coughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feels unwanted and inadequacy sets in&lt;br /&gt;She thinks of him and how happy they should have been.&lt;br /&gt;With Every goodbye, they part with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;She turns away, then uncontrollably came tears from Nile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After greetings, her eyes subconsciously drifts away&lt;br /&gt;Scanning the parameter without any delay&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t know why it is happening this way&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, she wishes her eyes would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they stop and focus on a man&lt;br /&gt;He’s all too familiar since way back then&lt;br /&gt;He, too, lifts up his head to see&lt;br /&gt;Just to find out whom it could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responds with a wide smile and tries a “hello”&lt;br /&gt;But all her real thoughts, she hopes he will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The never-ending whirlpool came to a pause&lt;br /&gt;Not permanently, but it’s just for a while.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, it couldn't find its ridicule source;&lt;br /&gt;He is her hope that is silently pushing her on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“she doesn’t know it, she must not know”&lt;br /&gt;So it tries again to fool,&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;She filtered its voice off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellos were not exchange but the smiles were shown&lt;br /&gt;And they seem to be saying in a cheeky tone:&lt;br /&gt;“oh no, it’s you again” in a friendly way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually they mean “thank God I’ve seen you once today”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a simple nod, their sight of each other faints.&lt;br /&gt;They continue to go on their separate lanes&lt;br /&gt;With that goodbye, they part with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;She turns away and that smile didn't turn into a frown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, how many characters are there in this poem? if it has no fixed rhyme and beat, it was meant to be that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-3353629378115534566?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/3353629378115534566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=3353629378115534566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/3353629378115534566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/3353629378115534566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/confusion.html' title='confusion'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-5500906018478162608</id><published>2007-03-07T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:53:44.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free movie and beer!!!</title><content type='html'>Im back in my movie/tv drama-holic again. Just watch Hula Girls at the Cathay’s Picturehouse for free. Apparently, jas liaise with the cathay over something last year and they have kept her in the loop on cathay updates. Anyway, she was invited to a press release of a show by the Picture House for free as it was their 1st anniversary. And I could tag along!!! Anyway, we were greeted with those Hawaiian flower garlands at the reception and in the lounge, we were given complimentary fruit punch and a glass of stella!!!!  I mean, I have always been walking past that lounge and wonder when I will ever be sitting in there. And there I was, standing with jas in the lounge! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the picturehouse theatre is pretty small compared to the other theatres. The good thing was the chairs – huge, comfy and…. Sofa-ish! Meant for the arty-farty people to watch arty-farty shows. Ok, I really recommend everyone to go watch the shows to be shown at the picturehouse end of this month. Fantastic reviews, award-winning and great trailers. I never ever watch a series of continuous movie trailers with my mouth wide open. Seriously good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously good movie, I tell you. Hula Girls is a  Japanese comedy/ drama based on a true story set in 1965, where a large coal mine was forced to lay off 2000 workers due to decline demand for coal in the world. As such, the coal company decided to sell the business to an entertainment company to build a Hawaiian Centre. Something like a tourist attraction place. As such, they tried to employ females to learn the hula dance but were not supported by the locals. It is about a story how a girl went against her mother, left her family to attend hula dance lessons in the same village. How a professional dancer was forced to teach in the village because other places didn’t accept her profession. How the locals learn to accept the cold hard facts that the coal company could no longer provide employment even though they have worked so hard for them. How sometimes one has to choose between being professional and attending to one’s personal problems. It is a great show and I (and jas) super highly recommend it. Btw, do you know that every action of the hula dance symbolize a word or phrase? In short, the hula dance is something like a sign language apart from the butt shaking. Cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, another round of movie tmr- 300 with the BE gang!!! Then symphonia’s concert on Sunday.. then music &amp; lyrics with jas and KC under the seventeen mag’s $5 promotion! With freebies.. and hopefully free screening of the Phantom of the Opera full dress rehearsal at the esplanade!!!! =) so exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im back with hana yori dango (meteor garden)  season 2 and I cannot stop crying. I don’t know why I like to make myself cry over shows. Maybe because some things in their conversation are things or emotions that I always wanted to express yet I bottle them up. Maybe it is good this way, an outlet for me, in the world of tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-5500906018478162608?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/5500906018478162608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=5500906018478162608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5500906018478162608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5500906018478162608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/free-movie-and-beer.html' title='free movie and beer!!!'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-6118333076734403822</id><published>2007-03-07T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:57:40.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>in psychology class now. and out of boredom, meiyan and i found this newspaper article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God i hated guys when i was primary 3. PLEASE READ THIS ARTICLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/news/story/0,4136,124000,00.html"&gt;http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/news/story/0,4136,124000,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will probaby scream like me... and WHY DO THEY HAVE TO USE THE NAME JANE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-6118333076734403822?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/6118333076734403822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=6118333076734403822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6118333076734403822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6118333076734403822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-5704307188669909777</id><published>2007-03-06T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:04:26.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zap zap zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz contd..</title><content type='html'>ok, after twc class.. i had a unexplainable desire for beer. thanks to chinwan cos he was saying he wanna go to the new bar in school- ice cold B. in the end, chinwan, my groupmate raj and i were the only 3 idiots in the bar. Raj was really nice to treat us- 2 pints for chinwan and 1 pint for me. Since he is so nice, i will advertise his business on my blog. Raj owns a business selling limited edition sport shoes from nike, addidas etc.. and he has 3 shops named " LIMITED EDITION" at queensway, pennisular (i think) and heeren level 3.  another person i have to salute to... sometimes i wonder why such people are still killing themselves studying in smu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was supposed to be there for 15 minutes because i had a meeting at 3.30pm. then i decided not to make myself appear drunk at a meeting, so i extended my stay till 4pm to enjoy my mr hoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;draft mr hoe. tasted really light and fruity.. like fruit beer and i drank it like water-- cos i was thirsty. but yes, beer aint thirst-quenching. like what my mum say, beer is "cooling" and she actually encourages me to drink it when im "heaty".. weird parent. another weird thing that my mum did was to inform  me that my supply of choya was getting low and pressed me to ask my cousin to buy from dutyfree shops at the airport when they are away--- why is she encouraging me to drink??!! maybe she is stealing my choya.. but can' be. she is allegic to alcohol...... nevertheless, anyone going overseas, please help poor little jayne who has no money currently to travel overseas to buy choya k? i'll pay u back..dead serious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i was being random and decided to have dimsum at Victor's kitchen @ sunshine plaza for dinner.. probably the food feature done by vincent ha and wanlyn for CTV is getting into me. amazingly, i got 6 other people - melwyn, jonny sr, natalia, marvin, jansen and aiyu- to go along for our 1 hr dim sum rush. but while we were about to leave the studio, it started rain. so melwyn decided to drive everyone to sunshine plaza. yes, 7 fat pigs squeezing into a jaguar. i can seriously tell you it is my first time i sat in a almost-sports car and it was crawling at a slow speed. like what jonny said " it is a good bonding session.. squeezing at the backseat of a car". haha :) all i remembered was people sqwealling and laughing nonstop to and fro sunshine plaza and smu. on the ride back, i sat in between natalia and jonny and we were talking about uzap. immediately, jonny and natalia started uzapping me... vibrating their bodies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this kinda of uzap definitely does not work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and daryl hates me now because i never jio him out for dim sum.. but you were in class!!! not my fault!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-5704307188669909777?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/5704307188669909777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=5704307188669909777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5704307188669909777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5704307188669909777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/zap-zap-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-contd.html' title='zap zap zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz contd..'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-7261360904170324073</id><published>2007-03-06T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T14:19:03.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zap zap zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>i didnt use uzap last night. haha. as much as i wanted, i reached home at slightly after midnight and was dead tired... all my energy is being zapped away by BE and school work. i wish it can zap my fats away at the same time.  after a quick shower, i continued typing my 5000 word personal journal for TWC. i mean, how in the FRIGGING world am i supposed to type 5000 word personl journal on water resource technology?? i have a 10,000 word report on that already! madness i tell you...i was simply adding words with no link to twc in the journal. at 8pm, i was at 1000 words and i told myself that i have to repeat the torturing process another 5 more times. at 11.30pm before i left school, i was at 2100 words and i was freaking out... at 3am, i was at 3500 words. i had never use the word count function so often in my whole entire life... like once every 2 minutes. then, my laptop battery died and i convinced myself to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had morning class today.. management accounting. had a presentation to do but i hecked it and was religiously typing my report during my break time. but somehow, time past faster than my word count... at the end of the lesson, i managed to increase my word count by only 300 words. time check: 10 minutes to twc class. oh sharks. so everyone left the class and i was left with my MA prof. as i said, my MA prof is really motherly.  i think she is very warm, simple and curious to know more about the students. naturally, i chatted with her and when she left, i nearly wanted to slap myself. it was 12pm and i really got to squeeze out a fishball worth of 200 words. with God grace, my final word count was 4100. THANK GOD! i am probably the person with the lowest word count in class.. considering how kiasu the people can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i entered the class and was greeted by my twc project mates. they took a peek at my word count and said something that nearly stimulated the thought of suicide in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh jayne, kiasu cow* lah!!! 4000 words!! i only have 3500 words!!" whatmore, chinwan only wrote 1700 words.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**footnote: the origins of KIASU COW.  ok, my group consist of 3 indians (2 are international students) and 2 chinese. the international students were  so fascinated with singlish such as gan jiong spider that they believe every singlish adjective must be followed with an animal. hence forth, KIASU COW. i dont know why cows are kiasu.. may be because they are the only animals with 4 stomachs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-7261360904170324073?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/7261360904170324073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=7261360904170324073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7261360904170324073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7261360904170324073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/zap-zap-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='zap zap zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-301394590499198613</id><published>2007-03-05T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:15:39.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zap zap tummy..</title><content type='html'>i was absoluted shocked when meiyan randomly mentioned that my butt is huge yesterday. (dun worry meiyan, i still love you...). like an arrow flying through my confidence and i feel fat. somehow, my mum felt it too.. maybe it is genetics. so this morning after service, my mum decided to realise her desire and bought uzap after 4 mths of bugging me. i was double shocked; one moment my friend said my butt was big (it is genetics again), next moment, i was using the uzap. ok, my maiden try was not very pleasing. my butt and thighs itch now.. i dunno why but i feel like vommitting too. hm.. go jayne, just one week and i will have slimmer butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, last night i went to yazid's (syc) birthday thing at coasta sands pasir ris. i met jieming on the mrt and we reached yazid's chalet at like 10pm. it was great to see the syc people after like 2 years???? but everyone is still as crappy as ever. was talking to jieming on the taxi home and he told me that he is going to europe on a backpacking trip for 6 weeks. 6 weeks leh.... 6 weeks!! i cant even afford staying in anypart of europe for 1 week. anyhow, u have to salute to this guy. he is one hell of a motivated dude (apart from being highly irritating...).  he said that he is a poor guy (yeah right, he stays in upp. bukit timah...). but because of this trip, he started saving straight after A levels--- he killed his life by not going out often, not buying clothes, not eating at the army canteen except once... just to save his pay to go europe for 6 weeks. i really have to hand it to him...*salutes* i cannot kill my life for 2 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, joe tee said he read my blog entry on my career plan and assured me that i will get married. i turned to him and said " joe, will u marry me?" and he said "no." and referred me to kenji. kenji asked me why im asking him such a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: " because you look like you won't get married by the age of 30. so if im not married then, probably we should help each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-301394590499198613?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/301394590499198613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=301394590499198613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/301394590499198613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/301394590499198613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/zap-zap-tummy.html' title='zap zap tummy..'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-2090060655347565401</id><published>2007-03-03T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T15:22:38.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knock out</title><content type='html'>no more cough mixture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more deep sleep till i am forced to wake up by my alarm. actually, i just did last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so darn tired from the day and from wearing my new heels the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FT was fabulous. david is in the same class as me and yeah, my prof is really inspiring. he is a very motivating talker, encouraging and warm guy. ok, im not in love with him. if i were, david is gay. haha. but anyway, yeah.. after FT, i really wanna be a doctor more than anything now. i guess economics and finance may sound useless to me, but i gotta use what i learn to get extra income, if u know what i mean. so if i were a doctor next time, you have to remember to remind me that this is all God's plan for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my FT prof remembered my name on the 1st lesson. HAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he gave us each an raw, uncooked, dirty potato and a straw. he told us to use the straw and thrust through the potato in one attempt and told us it was possible. haha, i failed and so did david.  the straw went half-way in to the potato. i should show u guys the pictures next time. but anyway, it looked darn funny. everyone was like.." what's that?". david said it was his new pet potato dog, holding it by the straw. i said it was my new marketing project---- people eat potatoes baked, mashed, fried, cris-cut... i say, we suck potato. afterall, some people say potatoes suck... *cold laughters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, lets see, interview. was good and i think i got the job. just that i have to do some telemarketing which im really really really really.... hate and dread. i mean, TELEMARKETING. omg... help me. but i guess, this is what u have to do in the events line. so yeah. i still dont know how much im getting paid though. and i didnt bothered to ask also. hmm.. whats wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emceeing.. im horrible. they said i was not bad. i say i am horrible. but still, the performance was fantastic and yeah, the indonesians are in a very close knitted family. they were friendly, encouraging and i was so happy for them too. i got to watch their play for free but kinda felt bad not buying their ticket in the beginning... if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was a good but tiring day, though someone has to spoil my day again.. but never mind. won't wanna let that person affect me. go jayne, 49 more weeks to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-2090060655347565401?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/2090060655347565401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-2070319060358456522</id><published>2007-03-02T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:37:48.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired gazillions</title><content type='html'>im physically tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for singapore street fest press release thingy in the morning at 9 am. thought it was at the cathay. but it was at cineleisure instead. so i cabbed down from the cathay only to find out that it started 1 hr later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i knew was that  i was running to and fro places today. so tired, feet pain and tmr i have a hectic schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have FT in the morning.. which means i have to wear formal and NOT be late.&lt;br /&gt;i have lunch after that.&lt;br /&gt;i have my internship interview with the flying dutchman company. which i really wanna get it. and i need to wear formal. and make up.&lt;br /&gt;i have a meeting at 4pm which could either be great or end up nasty.&lt;br /&gt;i have another meeting at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;i have a rehearsal (Emcee) at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;i have to emcee at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;i have to go home after 11pm (earliest) and do my MA project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to die to achieve all these... pray for the best, jayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-2070319060358456522?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/2070319060358456522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=2070319060358456522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2070319060358456522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2070319060358456522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/tired-gazillions_9045.html' title='tired gazillions'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-1441888695675662297</id><published>2007-03-01T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:59:04.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my career plan.. if any</title><content type='html'>i was sitting in IE class. got back my test and i really think econs is not the thing for me. it is interesting, but i just don't have the academic talent for it. nevertheless, i will just keep trying and learn as much as i can from it. hopefully it can be applied in my life. just hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sitting in IE class, listening to everyone's career plans. this happened cos we are currently learning about foreign exchange, balance of payments and all the blah blah stuff and it got everyone so interested. btw, the stock market crashed yesterday.. didnt know that cos everyone was so calm about it.. at least in smu (how ironic). oh yeah, everyone's career plans. everyone talked about how they want to work for banks, financial company for their internships, which department they wanna work in.. what they wanna work as... asset management.. management consultant.. risk management.. futures..forwards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you know you earn about $xxxK... wah serious ah!!!.. i wanna work for deloitte.. UBS... can get promoted to.... my friend said that.. my friend's friend said this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. it didnt bug me anyway. for once, i wasnt interested to know. ok, it did bug me as to why i wasnt even concern. why am i not as excited to work in banks at all? what bothered me most was whether i will get married. oh yes, you laugh at me. im just thinking as what a normal female human being would be and later on you'll see that my worries are justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see my plans for the next 10 years.. starting from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to next jan -&lt;br /&gt;BE vicepres and get an internship at the events company. score as well as i can and hopefully my gpa will rise instead of drop. and get a part time job to earn some extra cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next jan to june 2008 -&lt;br /&gt;go canada and clear ALL my econs modules and come back as one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june 2006 to aug 2008 -&lt;br /&gt;go for a BSM (business mission trip) to ANYWHERE.. hopefully to New york so i could save on airticket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aug2008 to dec 2008-&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this would be my last semester in smu. hope to graduate by december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan 2009 to dec 2010-&lt;br /&gt;get a job.. sadly in a financial institution and earn enough money to have a savings of $50K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan 2011- 2015&lt;br /&gt;pray very hard that i can get into graduate medical school in new zealand and my grandaunt sponsor my education and living expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2015-2016&lt;br /&gt;medical house officership&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then i will be like 29/30 year old. darn. i will be attending everyone's wedding but my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-1441888695675662297?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/1441888695675662297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=1441888695675662297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/1441888695675662297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/1441888695675662297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-career-plan-if-any.html' title='my career plan.. if any'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-3114682885754411807</id><published>2007-02-27T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:20:12.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more class participation</title><content type='html'>kiss my class participation goodbye. i have recent evolved into a totally different being and isolated myself from the rest of the class. my self-confidence slipped out of my soul and somehow i feel im better off being quiet. maybe it is the flu getting into me. it drained every little last drop of my energy and it is continuing draining. fighting lethargy and tummy-ache wars are of my top priorities now; everything else must wait. including projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been taking cough mixture and it worked for the 1st 2 nights in getting myself into bed within 15 minutes. now the effect required 2 hrs to be... effective. but its effects sustains for exactly 9hrs. take for example, i only had 7 hrs of sleep last night and i was feeling totally dead the whole day. after my 7 hrs of mad-rush lessons, i sat down on BE studios red couch to have a nap. yeah right, i slept for 2 hrs and missed my gelare tuesday waffles!!!! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was rushing to MA class this morning and when i sat down, i really felt like taking a taxi home immediately. i was absolutely stonifying that serene's touch on my arm reminded me that i was still human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serene: " eh, stop sleeping la..."&lt;br /&gt;me : " im not, la. im stoned, tired and having stomach pains.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serene: " shit la, my tummy hurts now.. "&lt;br /&gt;me : "the power of touch, transferred my pain to you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* serene walked out of class to relieve herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the break, we were back in class and back to stonifying. my MA prof was like quizzing us on certain MA terms and wasnt pleased that we couldnt remember. i was staring at my laptop screen and she just had to call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA prof: " ok, what is zero-based budgetting?... jayne?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i frantically googled the phrased but my laptop was trying to be my enemy by hanging itself. darn, the term sounded so familiar and then it struck to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *a large smile* : " erm... i can't remember.. hehh.." *continue smiling innocently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there goes my class participation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, twc class. the most boring, ridiculous, retarded, time-wasting, boots-licking, money-wasting module i EVER taken in smu. when i entered class today, the prof was complaining about the comments he received from students' mid term feedback forum. stupid dude, it is a students' feedback for a reason- u wanna hear our comments, then u better be professional in handling the comments. if not, there is no point for us a waste 5 mins filling up a useless form to say how great the class is when it is not. anyway, he said that some people think that the readings are too much. *raises up my hand* im the guilty one. and im not afraid to say so. ok, it is university. but do u understand i have 4.5 modules too?? it is not as if im gonna major in technology and world change dude.... at least, i (and a few others) saved the class from more readings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twc prof : "if you all think there is too much readings, then fine!! all readings will end by week 10!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone : *sympathetic looks, silent but rejoicing in their hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, but the ONLY good thing abt twc class is the 0.5 hr lunch break. i have a very nice, faithful lunch buddy for twc breaks - chinwan. we were contemplating whether to have lunch at kopitiam or subway. in the end, we chose subway cos kopitiam is getting boring. he enlightened me that we could get a footlong sandwich, customised our vege and sauce choices for each halfs. we order cheese steak and he wanted all veges except chilli and sweet onion on his half; i wanted lettuce, tomatoes and green peppers and honey mustard for my half. and the subway people actually made the footlong sandwich to order! omg.. funky. anyway on this note, a special request by chinwan : HE IS LOOKING FOR A GIRLFRIEND. chinwan is a 22-yr old, single but highly eligible undergrad. he is good looking, part-timing... and that's all about it. hahahhaha. good enough eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, shy that way is an addictive song. it has just killed many people smu-wide by my recommendations. please, i beg you, join us in getting your daily dosage of jason mraz and eradicate useless and meaningless and quality-less rapping r&amp;b songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" yeah well you know, i am shy that way.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a reunion dinner with the econs gang.. at miss clarity's cafe again. but what to do, we are all on a budget. miss clarity's is definitely budget and good. love the place, love the food. anyway, most of them are going on exchange next sem and im pretty sad. cos i will be left alone fighting to keep my soul sold to smu. :( lonely, i'm mrs lonely..... but thank God for jas, david and ffw. KC is not included cos she is evil and going to denmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about kc, we met to replace her uob atm card and my posb card respectively. afterwhich, we went to venezia for a treat-yourself-good ice cream.  she ordered strawberry and rum&amp;raisin while i asked for lemon sobert and hazelnut. but the waitress screwed up our orders and gave KC rum&amp;amp;raisin with hazelnut. then we pointed out the mistake and they said "oh.." and blatently threw away A CUP OF VENEZIA ICE CREAM. i never heard customers screamed before but kerchoon and i screamed for the ice cream ( no pun intended..). we told them it is so wasteful to throw away and they should keep it for themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream waitresses : " oh never mind lah.. we eat them everyday.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH!!!!! I PAID 4 BUCKS FOR THE ICE CREAM AND THEY CAN EAT IT FOR FREE.!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-3114682885754411807?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/3114682885754411807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=3114682885754411807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/3114682885754411807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/3114682885754411807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-more-class-participation.html' title='no more class participation'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-3907032831755577925</id><published>2007-02-26T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:05:46.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfruitless day</title><content type='html'>ok, i think some of you might have guessed it. i blog when i have a bad day. period. but instead of boring you guys with my lousy day, im gonna write on other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, let me see. oh daryl pointed out the the words on my blog design on the extreme top-left of the page is the lyrics of a song called "shy that way" by jason mraz and tristan prettyman. fabulous song, i tell you. it has just replaced corrine bailey rae instantly. can't find the song on radio blog so you just have to ask me for it. but fantastic, makes you feel a little promiscuous in the end when you read the lyrics. cheeky. but really, its great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another album im dying to get is the love revolution soundtrack. it is a old jap drama that i love for all times. like 7 frigging years and i still love it. the actors and actresses are matured, charming and ohh you just wanna fall in love with them. the theme song is called kiss of life by ken hirai - im sure alot of you know this is a super duper nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok funny and weird things that happened on cny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chu er, i was at the esplanade with freedy and meiting watching meiting's friend's band performing. they are damn good. like super good that the next time smu wants bands to play for events, i will highly recommend them. anyway, there is an old man who out of nowhere, came out and danced to the crowd. like shaked his bon-bons better than ricky martin i tell you. i video-ed it down but too lazy to upload it. just go youtube and type "esplanade old man" and you will see his bon-bons shakin.  of cos, there were fireworks which i didnt expect. they were spectecular, really beautiful and with the band playing soft jazzy blues in the background, it would be great if i had a boyfriend then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met thol and mabs for a late night chillout after that. mabs recommended this place called booies which was a minute drive from her house, right smacked in the middle of all the private houses. it is very ULU. and amazingly, people go there! just imagine-- a row of shophouses selling car batteries and tyres and suddenly, u see a "survivor-looking" setting pub in between the shops. the drinks are not bad and affordable though. highly recommended for its food too! anyway, thol let me drive mabs home(which is a minute away only) with his car and he too said i am a safe driver. hohoho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;febri celebrated his 21st birthday on chu san and he invited BE peeps and the council peeps. it was pretty weird for me cos i was like, whoah, council people and whoah, be people. nothing to booast about but i was the president for one and the vice pres for the other. but it was great to see the council peeps again, esp nathaniel who was so busy over project superstar and andre who has somehow evaporated all the fats from his body and looked so slim. nevertheless, i didnt knew andre was such a good person to talk to. we finally had our 1st decent talk since j1 and yeah, though i can never differentiate his sarcasm from normal comments, i give him the benefit of the doubt yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shane was kind enough to give me a lift home... on his motorbike. i tell you, it was one hell of a ride. daryl drove off in his red mecz car the same time as we left. when the bike first accelerated, i wanted to die. its like riding on a roller coaster and you feel the eeky feeling in your spine. when we reached the 1st traffic light together with daryl, i was frantically hand-signalling to daryl to save me from the bike and send me home instead. but after a while, i got used to it and i started to feel sometime different--- cold. i was shivering like a chicken without feathers. i wonder how bikers tahan but boy it was frigging cold lah!!! then after a while on the PIE, i started freaking out--- whenever i turned by head, the wind was so strong that i could felt my helmet going to fly off any second and crash into someone's car winscreen. i wonder how shane tahan everytime---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zuo biker bu rong yi...*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so watched protege with thol and mabs and we sat on the FIRST ROW. omg. my head hurts and i was cold. nevertheless, the good thing abt it was that we had the whole row to ourselves. period. im sure no one wants to have such a benefit in such situation. still, protege is good. andy lau was superb.... he is the man la. but the only take home message was " which is worse, emptiness or drugs.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my "fiance", xuanming, is abit useless. he just emailed me saying " hey wife! i won a jesse macartney CD and poster from campus radio... can you help me collect since i see you so often?.." useless, only when he needs help then im his wife... haha time to divorce him, right jas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-3907032831755577925?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/3907032831755577925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=3907032831755577925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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cny.the flu is getting from bad to worse and i just cant stop feeling like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i thought it would be great to share this new song to all of you. like a star by corrine bailey rae. i just uploaded it. it is fantastic song, a great song that makes me feel so light hearted (on the contrary) when i stroll back home from the mrt every night while listening to it on my new ipod shuffle. dont judge it from the intro; just keep listening and im sure you know why i love it much. it would sound a zillion times better if you listen with earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late nights; relaxation; corrine bailey rae's like a star; perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-4176212482847618299?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-5575916766069993690</id><published>2007-02-22T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T12:34:32.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese new year daze Part 1</title><content type='html'>i had a weird chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still had emotional baggage to carry through this new year. but come to think of it now, the 5th day of CNY, i think im being blessed without knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets see, CNY EVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met edmund for breakfast at toa payoh hub. its been a long while since we met but it was great way to start CNY by having breakfast ( after how long....?? when was my last time having breakfast??) and most importantly, he let me drive his car to my cousin's place. *muahahahhahaha* im actually considered a safe driver by someone! but still, i cant park. so i need more practice, yah? hint hint..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so was playing mahjong at my cousin's place. we didnt gamble, just played with chips. so it was 2 girls vs 2 guys; brothers vs sisters. and the sisters won. the underdogs won. the pros.. LOST. hahahahhahahaa.. i love the feeling man. oh, we have a secret code name of mahjong- it is called "swimming". stupid but yeah.. time to improve my swimming skills.. time to get a MAHJONG SET!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the highlight of cny for me: reunion dinner. jerm, jas and i love reunion dinner because of abalone. teppanyaki-fried sliced abalone.. but it wasnt there this year. the abalone was used in the sharks-fin soup only. DARN. but, the scallops were fantastic, fresh and gosh i want to eat them now. then it dawned upon me how great my grandma is. she makes sure every single family member has a chance to eat the sharks fin soup. she would reserve the soup for my other cousins who were at other reunion dinner. Sharks fin soup is no long just a expensive soup; its a reunion-family soup. it probably makes no sense to any one of you, but it means a big deal to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the dreadful part of CNY: Chu Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like chu yi's morning. standard: breakfast at granny's place- siew mai, beehoon, coffee, cakes, century egg porridge. but this year was different; had to go church in the morning then rush to granny's place for breakfast. so this year, breakfast was together with lunch - POHPIAH. omg, i love and love making my own pohpiah, i tell you. it was the most fulfilling breakfast i ever had since the last cny. i never ate so much for breakfast before, one hand stuffing siewmai in my mouth, the other hand rolling up the pohpiah and then stuffing it into my mouth. i was probably the most unglam person in a very pretty dress. but HECK IT, POHPIAH takes the lead of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, spend the morning visiting my paternal side relatives. then in the afternoon, i stoned at my maternal side relatives house. stoned and stoned and slept and slept and watch tv and watch tv for more than 7 hours. that is the dreadful part of CNY. i stoned and slept and watched tv so much that i caught a flu from a sick relative and was worsened by my bro. it was so boring that i was probably fully awake when people said my dress was pretty. THAT BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i begged my cousin to send me home and started watching hanayori dango again for the 5th or 6th time? then saw tim online and ask him out for a drink to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how much i dread cny. i'll continue later with CHU Er&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-5575916766069993690?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/5575916766069993690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=5575916766069993690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5575916766069993690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5575916766069993690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year-daze-part-1.html' title='chinese new year daze Part 1'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-7781065461188952475</id><published>2007-02-16T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:18:30.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloom, flowers, bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;woke up this morning so much earlier than i thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;didnt know what thoughts were in my mind making me a light sleeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, woke up to find my flowers missing. i was very scared my mum threw it away. but int the end, they were nicely placed and arranged in a vase. very pretty that i couldnt help but to take photos of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031810374454667410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ipqLd96szY/RdSU4Dp-6JI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZmkIWDRZkDo/s320/collage+3.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeps, and tulips are grown in cold weather countries. so i popped in a few ice cubes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i came home at night, they were all up-right and healthy looking. :) didnt know ice did the trick! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-7781065461188952475?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/7781065461188952475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=7781065461188952475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7781065461188952475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/7781065461188952475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/02/bloom-flowers-bloom.html' title='bloom, flowers, bloom'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ipqLd96szY/RdSU4Dp-6JI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZmkIWDRZkDo/s72-c/collage+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-6116759560738351766</id><published>2007-02-14T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T00:52:24.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the v-day special.</title><content type='html'>valentine's day is super hyped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can expect me or any single (non-dating) person to have "sighs..." and "boring.." words used in blog entry today. im gonna use "happy", "surprised", and "date" in this blog entry. and boy, today isnt v-day! it feels TONNES better! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it starts with a "omg-i'm-screwed" morning. no again, you sick people... dont think dirty. anyway, i reached home at 10.30pm last night and i told myself to wake up at 12 midnight to bathe and study for my IE midterms. at 12, my dad switched off the lights and i woke up at 8.30am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"T minus 3. 5hrs to IE midterms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up, bathed, went to the florist near school to collect the flowers for my dear girl-friends. they were beautiful, as in the flowers. hahhaa. i ordered 3 sunflowers and 2 huge purple roses.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031307936295479410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="64" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ipqLd96szY/RdLL6Tp-6HI/AAAAAAAAADY/qScEhi4aNsY/s320/collage+1.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the roses were fully and nicely bloomed.. not forgeting, HUGE. everyone was like " jayne, are these roses? .. serious??? they are damn big!!.." good for my friends, bad for me.. haha. actually not really cos im not a fan of roses. guess my favorite flower....:) anyway, this is how big the rose was.. compared to a normal one..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031326920050927746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ipqLd96szY/RdLdLTp-6II/AAAAAAAAADk/j4ADGmn20xQ/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so when i reached school, i was rushing to study finish IE. in the end, i didnt finish. partly because of lack of time, and partly because people were coming in and going out of studio. was vetting the v-day video for campus tv and i was laughing my head off. sooooo... cheesy but nice editing, marv! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then febri came in and said " wah jayne, who give you so many flowers...." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: " i wish, for my friends.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;febri to shane: " eh, i think it is time we should go buy flowers and hope to give to some girls lah...". then shah came in and our jaws dropped. he is like a temporary florist with a shopping bag full of flower stalks. 3 stalks for each girl, personally wrapped on the spot!!! jealous??? you should be cos jas and i received a bouquet of TULIPS from HIM!!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;** happy **&lt;/strong&gt; will post the photos another time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so 11.45am came and it was time for me to meet my doom. but before that, i received 2 stalks of roses, 1 chocolate and sweets from jas, ffw and david! :) and another stalk from my dear suzi just before the test... hahha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so the midterm came and i was just refering to my notes 3/4 of my time. everyone had littl space to move so while we were religiously flipping through notes, we kept hitting each other. didnt finish the test partly because it was noisy (everyone was flipping through their notes) and was stressed because everyone was flipping through their note! but i was quite happy that i could do the essay questions..even though i didnt finish them too. my hp buzzed a zillion times during the test until tim said " eh, your hp is damn noisy." IM SORRY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;after the break, my prof said she was supposed to give an angbao to someone in class because she promised to give an angbao to the person who answered correctly a few weeks back. HAHA and she said " JAY-NIE, this is for you." **surprised **&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i "huh" the loudest "huh" and she smiled and gave me the angbao. i tell you, i will NEVER EVER complain the next time she calls me jay-nie even though i told her that it is pronounced as jane. and i think everyone in class hates me now, on valentine's day, especially those who talked alot in class. and for the record, i didnt answer the question for the angbao; i can't remember her saying that too! so lesson number 1 : TALK in class strategically.. hahhahaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was just talking to darrell (og) and he is darn funnny. he said he is SAD - single awareness day. hahaha. i bugged him for my flower and he said, " you want flower or car?" smart dude, i choose the car... but darrell was sweet.. he said that if i wasnt going out with my friends, he would ask me out..bet he was lying but, SWEET enough hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, my ** date** 3 guys dated me today. one , a hunky dude, one promiscuous guy and one vietnamist. it was a dilemna i had to make but i decided to go ahead with all three.... in a group study room... having exco meeting. WHAT A NICE DATE. we all have a deep love-hate relationship jasmine will tell me. nice quarrels on v-day. hahahaa terence wanted to end everything on a happy note by having a group-hug. but daryl was like..." NO! gay..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, dinner with jas and ffw and terence at kenny roger's . it was late but good enough!!! :) fancy walking into the restaurant at 9.30pm. i think smu is a sad place. everyone is smugging for test tmr or presentations. oh well, love is channeled to the wrong direction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, flower counter:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 roses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1o tulips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;guess my favorite flower. no prizes though.:) and oh, happy v-day my dears.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-6116759560738351766?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/6116759560738351766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=6116759560738351766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6116759560738351766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6116759560738351766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/02/v-day-special.html' title='the v-day special.'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ipqLd96szY/RdLL6Tp-6HI/AAAAAAAAADY/qScEhi4aNsY/s72-c/collage+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-5530452206721244766</id><published>2007-02-13T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T01:10:15.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a love song that makes me happy</title><content type='html'>i particularly have a distaste for love songs recently. especially so when v-day is nearing and its not making me anywhere better. ESPECIALLY when i just realised my eye-candy is fired by me as an eye-candy. yesh jasmine, he is not charming anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one particular song just make me sing. happily. anyone would say that it is a song for lovers. blah. bullocks to that statement. it is subtly ( and unintentionally) a song that reminds me that there IS one guy (and i dunno where he is now.. maybe i do but i dun realise) for me. Someone will tell me who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to dream/pray for this guy, that if we get together (or married if im old enough), i would be able to say a firm "yes" to his proposal with &lt;strong&gt;no hesistation&lt;/strong&gt; at all. no "what-ifs", no "ok-lah", no " it should work out fine.", no "try-lahs", no "how long will it last", no "maybe he is the one", no spur-of-the-moment-swept-with-emotions, no eeking feeling of the unknown after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just a firm and affirmed and a sure "yes" --&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a decision that was somehow unknowingly made before and supported by Someone--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and a heart simply full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) jas, im sure u believe in that too yeah? i cant upload the song to radio blog but meanwhile, enjoy the lyrics. the song is better though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'It Might Be You' lyrics by KAI &lt;/em&gt;(jas, i wish that was another 3 more letters after that.. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time...&lt;br /&gt;I've been passing time watching trains go by&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the sand watching sea birds fly&lt;br /&gt;Wishing there would be someone waiting home for me&lt;br /&gt;Something's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back as lovers go walking past&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how they met and what makes it last&lt;br /&gt;If I found the place would I recognize the face&lt;br /&gt;Something's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;So many quiet roads to take&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams to make&lt;br /&gt;And with so much love to make&lt;br /&gt;I think we're gonna need some time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all we need is time...&lt;br /&gt;And it's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saving love songs and lullabies&lt;br /&gt;And there's so much more&lt;br /&gt;No one's ever heard before&lt;br /&gt;Something's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's telling me it must be you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling it'll just be you all of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe it's you, maybe it's you&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for all of my life&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's you, maybe it's you&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for you all of my life&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's you, maybe it's you&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for all of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-5530452206721244766?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/5530452206721244766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=5530452206721244766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5530452206721244766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/5530452206721244766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-song-that-makes-me-happy.html' title='a love song that makes me happy'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-4314799889876399374</id><published>2007-02-12T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:31:18.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning up my closet.</title><content type='html'>was doing a little cleaning up of my closet. actually, more like packing up. wasn't in the mood to do anything this weekend but to rot at home. then, i just kinda thought that i needed to do something with my life. i cant possibly continue like this; promised myself earlier this year to take the first step regardless how long it would take for me to progress to the next. in the end, i kinda took out some things from my closet, shelf and packed them neatly in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to use them when im ready to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes step one. painful but it has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i thought it was fated for me to be at home yesterday. the garang guni guy came and my mum forced me to stand by the door and receive some coins for our recycling effort. so that guy was taking newspaper by its mini-stacks and i was wondering why he is taking such unneccesary steps to move the newspaper. in the end, in the midst of all the magazines and newspapers, therein lies my long-lost...PENCIL CASE!!!!. i turned to my mum and said " mum! why did u put my pencil case there!!!!!!!!!!!" and all she could say is " opps. i didnt see it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent $20 odd to buy new stationaries only to find my pencil case absent-minded misplaced by my mum. at least it is back. i needed my calculatorS back. good news number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lit aroma-therapy oil last night to soothe my nerves. never believed in all these nonsense but for once, it did its job well; the nice aroma of eucalyptus (yeah, sometimes i wonder whether im a koala bear....) pretty got some distracting thoughts off my mind and i actually smiled to sleep. i guess i really needed the sleep very badly judging from me unable to wake up this morning for church and the pillow didnt bother me  that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to teach my yd kids after forcing myself out of bed. they were cute, not. but thank God for them. so, went to my granny's place after 3 weeks for lunch. afterwhich, went out with jerms to novena for a unusual drink at harry's bar. the place was bad cos pepper lunch was beside it and stank the place like fish. but it has been great talking to my dear cousin over a bottle of diluted henni ( thats why jerms call it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i went home, i bummed around for an hour before dragging my fat butt off the couch and run around my estate. i need to exercise not to keep fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"exercise gives you endorphines. endorphines make you happy. happy people don't just kill their husbands.. they just don't! " - legally blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i don't intend to kill my husband cos i dun even have one. ok, one fiance who is too poor to support me.. *stares at the guilty one..* i didnt run alot but enough to make me feel fit. ran to my granny's place for dinner for another veggie meal. healthy smug jayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, i psycho-ed my cousin, jasmine, to go to her house and watch hanadori dango, for the 4th time for me. so there you have it, 2 drama-freak girls sitting on my auntie's bedroom floor laughing away. then, this show made me discover one thing: is it possible to like someone ugly. YEAH. look at Dao Ming Si in the show, he is drop-dead-UGLY. but as the plot, this character developed into such a charming young guy. his Ugliness simply disappearred and replaced but adjectives like patient, kind, caring, having faith.. and most importantly, COMMITTED to his decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots. jayne is dreaming of her ideal person again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-4314799889876399374?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/4314799889876399374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=4314799889876399374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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"concentrated".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in chemistry, concentrated is defined as many particles of the same solute dissolved in water. yups, so parallel to this definition, many things occured over a short period of 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been bombed with loads of problems and setbacks, emotionally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;personal stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not forgetting the workload that comes together with my 5.5 modules and BE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 presentations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 midterms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;readings for every module&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IE hw.. which i didnt do in the end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i could actually count the number of hrs i slept. an average of 4 hrs of sleep every night. people complain of sleepless night. i'd like to complain that i-frigging-want-to-sleep-but-no-time-and-even-if-i-could-i-cant-sleep-properly. would dream of presentation speech, questions from past year exams and have dreamy mini-exams in my sleep. a checklist appearing in my dreams prompting me what i need to do when i wake up. woke myself up 0.5hrs before my alarm (4.30am) rings. slight fever almost every 2 nights and a terrible ulcer for 2 weeks too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my tear ducts were on highly active mode too- activated more than 6 times as i recalled. 2 when in physical pain, the rest in hope that after crying, the emotional burden would be lighter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wanjee asked me whether i know when im gonna physically burn out. i say now. you say, go get some sleep. i say, no use cos my body is highly dependent on my mind. you say, dont worry so much. i say, i wish i could but it is nowhere being solved. some say, then how can you survive the next 1 year if you are already like this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i say, if there aren't any emotional baggages for me to carry, regardless the workload, i can still garner enough strength to survive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just hate feeling helpless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-2916634309354131802?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/2916634309354131802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=2916634309354131802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2916634309354131802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/2916634309354131802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/02/concentrated-problems-and-dilute.html' title='concentrated problems and dilute solutions'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-6858749378662297568</id><published>2007-02-08T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:41:01.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>special mention</title><content type='html'>ok darly, u win since u are in :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;3rd exco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4th exco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and my vph BALLS ..:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;THANKS DARYL TAY WEI-YANG! for.... ________ ( u fill in the blanks) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahaa..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, special mention today. i think this sem, my class participation grades will be above average as compared to all preceding semesters. i had law and econs class and my prof for once, looked and me and ask me to answer a series of legal questions.  and he strictly allowed non- biz law student to answer. and he actually thought i took biz law. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow jayne, i look biz-lawish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so anyway, i gave a splendid answer (thanks to the textbook) and when he changed the scenario, i panicked. but still, after smoking around, i gave another splendid answer while watching a movie (coyote ugly) on my laptop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woohoo.. looks like im not gonna be invisible anymore cos he remembers my name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;go go go, class participation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, im addicted to a new artiste. Amy winehouse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no, you darn people. not because she has any alcoholic in her name but because i like her lyrics and kind of music. go listen to her songs --- you sent me flying and F*** me pumps. vulgur it may seem, but she writes about reality. non-sadish lyrics.she is a very bold songwriter with a new feel to acid jazz,soul music. trying to upload the song to radio blog , so holdon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-6858749378662297568?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/6858749378662297568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=6858749378662297568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6858749378662297568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/6858749378662297568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/02/special-mention.html' title='special mention'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-8710888339080452343</id><published>2007-02-07T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:41:01.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"familiar feeling has returned...."</title><content type='html'>febri asked me after agm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jayne, i thought u dont wanna do this kinda of thing anymore? in the end, still become vp.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks feb. just had smube's agm and was voted in as vp. history has repeated itself once more and i find myself standing infront of the obstacles, feeling tired yet challenging them " give me your best shots, you buggers! ". the feeling of heaving a huge sigh of relief, yet relief was replaced by a burden unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna be used to it. done it once, i can do it twice. in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jas voluteered to nominate me during the agm and it is pretty weird (in a good sense) to see &amp; hear a very close, dear friend cum relative talking about and marketing me. yeah, but i love jas too! :) not because she said good things about me, but for being a awfully good friend. for looking at me as who i am and not a smu/smube junior. for being a cheerleader at heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to people who gave me support today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the 3rd exco!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jas, david, kerchoon, adelene, gilbert, geraldine, jx, fordie! and i think mr ffw.. hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the 4th exco.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my vph people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my lovely cousins, james and jermaine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and BE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;now its time to remember the names of exco members......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-8710888339080452343?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/8710888339080452343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=8710888339080452343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8710888339080452343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/8710888339080452343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/02/familiar-feeling-has-returned.html' title='&quot;familiar feeling has returned....&quot;'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21800460.post-3880181939185004940</id><published>2007-02-06T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T11:08:54.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test test.. testing?</title><content type='html'>stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had 2 mids terms in 3 days. sat and tuesday, intro psych and MA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mugged like a geek and nothing sank it. like, MA i did alot of questions but when i woke up, i forgot how to do. ARGH. bloody REM sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, just felt that there isnt a point studying. other than using terms learnt from intro psych to write my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i am in MA class now learning absorption costing. then, randomly, my prof just showed us this clip.darn funny but she was trying to motivate us after the test. sweet ya?:) she is darn funny. when we were doing the test, she was looking at the class photo attendence list. then she told us " you know, i was studying your faces, so some of you never wear specs, so i draw the specs on your photo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21800460-3880181939185004940?l=simple-complication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/feeds/3880181939185004940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21800460&amp;postID=3880181939185004940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/3880181939185004940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21800460/posts/default/3880181939185004940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-complication.blogspot.com/2007/02/test-test-testing.html' title='test test.. testing?'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02661770706319997385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
