<?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-11228378</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:58:46.436+08:00</updated><category term='Photos'/><category term='Uncertainty'/><category term='Sales'/><category term='Happy'/><title type='text'>A contented life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11228378.post-124609786748001497</id><published>2007-12-20T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T02:55:49.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Both pictures are done by May,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/Birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was done as a birthday gift to me on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/2103961342_308c31c5fa_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/2103961342_308c31c5fa_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She didn't send this to me, I stole it from her blog instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To May,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to let you know that I really appreciate the effort and time that you spent on doing these pictures. Its nice so do not doubt your photo collage skills, its good enough. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-124609786748001497?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/124609786748001497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=124609786748001497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/124609786748001497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/124609786748001497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/12/both-pictures-are-done-by-may-this-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-7659715264889739553</id><published>2007-12-18T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T11:19:32.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so bottled up at times during work and recently it just decide to make it a everyday thing, it just feels heavy. I don't like the feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-7659715264889739553?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/7659715264889739553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=7659715264889739553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/7659715264889739553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/7659715264889739553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-feel-so-bottled-up-at-times-during.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-6205789597564390531</id><published>2007-11-24T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T02:34:35.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some of the photos taken today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/DSC00345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/DSC00345.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shang, Jeff and Angie should have been around to make it complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/DSC00368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/DSC00368.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to do something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/DSC00366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/DSC00366.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this photo. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos that I would like to post as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think they look nice together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seem like his agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/10112007006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/10112007006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was not something black that stuck on my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/10112007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/10112007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Sabirah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read your blog and so you wanted to squeeze me eh? =p  Haha but you are not the first one that say that to me. Also, Thanks for the photos that you have send me through email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the team of BSU team 4&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and good luck. Wish you guys well. Miss you all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-6205789597564390531?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/6205789597564390531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=6205789597564390531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/6205789597564390531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/6205789597564390531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-sabirah-for-sending-me-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-7421769544217251753</id><published>2007-11-23T09:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T01:45:26.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its my last day of TEP in BSU team 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely miss the people that I got to know here especially Shang, Sabirah, Sarah, Jian Ming, Ebene and Joanne who have brought fun and entertainment during the boring times. We have just gotten to know each other better and now its time to move on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss Mr Wong because he is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sharing session. Firstly because its a chance to get away from the workload. Secondly was because of the topics that we get to talk about, its a different topic everytime and I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the free hotline that we get to use here as it help me to save up on my phone bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the slacking days because I think during IPP I won't get the chance to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the "own time own target system" of lunch breaks because lunch break during work is fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't miss Humanlink because they are the ones that make me rush to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't miss the lab because its rather isolated and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't miss the computers here though they allow me to use MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts on going for IPP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that things goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-7421769544217251753?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/7421769544217251753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=7421769544217251753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/7421769544217251753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/7421769544217251753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-my-last-day-of-tep-in-bsu-team-4.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-2003710203893678833</id><published>2007-11-15T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T11:54:00.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking back on the previous entry date, I realise I haven't been blogging for about more than a month. Gotten lazy ever since TEP started, shall try to keep up with the blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach was really a nice anime, thanks to yew king who was rather persistent in wanting me to watch that particular episode hence it got me interested into watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another that got me attached to it, its the ending theme of Bleach's movie - memories of nobody. I find the meaning of the song lyrics rather cute. It talks of ones' confused mind in wishing to express his love for someone yet do not have the courage to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the song lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sen no Yoru o Koete(Overcome the thousands of night)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I want to be loved, but don’t try to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I wander within that repetition&lt;br /&gt;I found one answer; that even if I’m scared, even if I’m hurt&lt;br /&gt;I can say “I love you” to the person who I love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span id="more-925"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you love me? Or not love me?&lt;br /&gt;For things like that, it’s fine either way&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I wish&lt;br /&gt;There are many unchangeable things in this world, right?&lt;br /&gt;That’s right, and because only the fact of my loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is the truth unchangeable by anyone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I want to overcome the thousands of nights and tell it to you&lt;br /&gt;There is something that I must tell you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved, but don’t try to love&lt;br /&gt;I wander within that repetition&lt;br /&gt;I found one answer; that even if I’m scared&lt;br /&gt;Even if I’m hurt, I can say “I love you” to the person who I love&lt;br /&gt;It’s scary to turn my feelings into words&lt;br /&gt;But I can say “I love you” to the person who I love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;In this broad world, I can’t express the joy of encountering you with words&lt;br /&gt;So we smile, sing about the vividly passing autumn in do-re-mi&lt;br /&gt;Turn our backs on winter, wait for the sunlight streaming through trees in spring&lt;br /&gt;And become reborn anew, so that we can protect someone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;On the path we came from and our destination, when we looked back, I’d always have timid eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want to face you, but I can’t be honest&lt;br /&gt;I, who repeated days of not being able to straightforwardly love my partner&lt;br /&gt;And hated being alone on that day&lt;br /&gt;Tried to love people while unwounded&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I’ll overcome the thousands of nights and go meet you now&lt;br /&gt;There is something that I must tell you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved, but don’t try to love&lt;br /&gt;I wander within that repetition&lt;br /&gt;I found one answer; that even if I’m scared&lt;br /&gt;Even if I’m hurt, I can say “I love you” to the person who I love&lt;br /&gt;Even if those thoughts aren’t fulfilled, I can say “I love you” to the person who I love&lt;br /&gt;It’s the most wonderful thing in this world.&lt;/p&gt;The song is in japanese by the way.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-2003710203893678833?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/2003710203893678833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=2003710203893678833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/2003710203893678833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/2003710203893678833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/11/looking-back-on-previous-entry-date-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-4602426993810463220</id><published>2007-10-03T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T12:48:07.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiz from Mayyyeeeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. The person who tagged you is:&lt;br /&gt;May, my mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;close friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 5 impressions you have of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;Cute, Listens attentively, Smart, Pretty, Comfortable to be with =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you:&lt;br /&gt;Shes like a big sister to me, like the way she pats my head heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words he/she has said to you:&lt;br /&gt;"Your hands are like white chocolate I feel like biting them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....never thought about it cause shes my mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be:&lt;br /&gt;Laziness. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will:&lt;br /&gt;Don't even want to think about it, thats very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't let her squeeze my hands anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is:&lt;br /&gt;Give her a hug and wish her well. Want to tell her that I'm sorry cause sometimes I couldn't go meet her cause I have things on or cause I was busy and that I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom you can talk to, whom you can trust. You feel comfortable being with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be answering this, you should let the people you knows me answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characteristic you love about yourself is:&lt;br /&gt;Friendly and always smiling. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The characteristic you hate about yourself is:&lt;br /&gt;The reliance on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to :&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy. Smile. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;They can do it if they like to =) No forcing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Yit Jing&lt;br /&gt;2) May (I would like you to do)&lt;br /&gt;3) Nicky&lt;br /&gt;4) Mervyn&lt;br /&gt;5) Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;6) Yew king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no.6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;No one, not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no.2 studying?&lt;br /&gt;she's studying electronics engineering in NUS. I see lots of wires coming her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;Today morining at the busstop? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.1 has any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;An elder brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I guess he will be more than happy. =p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-4602426993810463220?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/4602426993810463220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=4602426993810463220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/4602426993810463220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/4602426993810463220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/10/quiz-from-mayyyeeeeeeee-1.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-3010166085289090005</id><published>2007-09-13T09:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:03:14.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many people have asked me what is TEP? Is there any difference from FYP that SIT is doing? TEP bascially stands for Teaching Enterprise Project, it is business track's FYP. But there is a difference between TEP and FYP. In FYP, students are grouped into different groups and assigned a project to them where they have to complete it within the 3 months period of FYP. But in TEP's case, students have to go through 2 stopovers. This will be allocated by the lecturers. There are 3 different stopovers which is ELDC - e-learning development centre, BSU - business service unit and lastly, EMRS - events management road show. Each stopover has a period of 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently assigned in doing ELDC which basically in short, means doing flash based e-learning materials for Singapore Institute of Retail Studies (SIRS). The next stopover will be BSU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives a clearer idea now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-3010166085289090005?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/3010166085289090005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=3010166085289090005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/3010166085289090005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/3010166085289090005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/09/many-people-have-asked-me-what-is-tep.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-6215570351835787519</id><published>2007-09-07T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:51:21.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXCO 06/07, the journey has ended on 31st august 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading through the many last words that was written in SIT's blog, I realise that theres still much I would like to say which I didn't add on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from may and mervyn. "Our journey never ends, you will never walk alone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories since from being an OGL till EXCO, its a precious gift bestowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mervyn and Nicky, my bishan buddies (thats what I prefer to term it as) You guys are really special to me, thank you for being there for me during times when I was down. I really enjoyed the times that we spent together. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hairul, Fawze, Firdaus and Nasir, you guys are funny, days with you guys in the clubroom never fails to liven it up. It has been pleasant. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairul, my good buddy. Its nice talking to you, the every conversation that we had, I enjoyed it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fawze, you are really sweet. I miss hearing you calling out my name whenever I see you. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Yew King, I'm happy that our friendship is better than before. Thank you for being there for me too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Xiaowei, May and Eugene, my classmates as well, all I can say is I love you guys. I enjoyed the times that I spent with you guys. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaowei, it has been nice talking to you, I enjoyed it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Fazlinda, Yani and Zaty, you guys are sweet. I feel the warmth and friendliness when I'm with you guys, it makes me feel comfortable. Thanks for that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kamal, its really nice having you around. I feel comfortable when I'm with you, I enjoyed the conversations that we have. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Admin dept, Chuan lim, Wen tao and Yuan Ching, it has been a pleasure working with you guys. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yuan Ching for being my shopping buddy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to the rest of the EXCOs, thank you for being a part in my life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love all my EXCOs, it has been an honoured working with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remembered.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-6215570351835787519?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/6215570351835787519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=6215570351835787519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/6215570351835787519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/6215570351835787519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/09/exco-0607-journey-has-ended-on-31st.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-891874305448621587</id><published>2007-08-30T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T02:45:08.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. It starts to hurt, be it hurting people or myself. I need to be stronger to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people, I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-891874305448621587?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/891874305448621587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=891874305448621587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/891874305448621587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/891874305448621587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-1932105249699749762</id><published>2007-08-26T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:13:56.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have given myself a title today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my forte, even my friends agree to it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not nice to have that cause thinking too much brings nothing but worries and making you feeling depress in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. This is not a good quality to keep. I would like it removed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-1932105249699749762?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/1932105249699749762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=1932105249699749762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/1932105249699749762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/1932105249699749762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-given-myself-title-today-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-5449109433699138336</id><published>2007-08-23T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T03:15:48.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't keep quiet if you talk to me. I'm a talkative person. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-5449109433699138336?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/5449109433699138336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=5449109433699138336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/5449109433699138336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/5449109433699138336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wont-keep-quiet-if-you-talk-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-493965535801959422</id><published>2007-08-17T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:12:07.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 310px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/S7300616.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 316px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/S7300671.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-493965535801959422?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/493965535801959422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=493965535801959422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/493965535801959422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/493965535801959422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/08/here-are-some-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-2055898118826781558</id><published>2007-08-15T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:51:18.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Started studying today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But took naps a few times today. The past two days was eventful. Had a chalet with my EXCO and also went to cheryl' house together with melvin, kenneth and yit jing for steamboat. Haha I realise I liked helping out in the kitchen, probably I have hidden talent for cooking? oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was peeling squid skin together with hairul while kimo was chopping the chicken wings in preparation for tomorrow's bbq. That was during 3 am plus, fancy doing that at such a timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note: when after peeling off the skin, remember to soak in lime water to get rid of the fishy smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the kitchen helpers increased, yew king and kamal joined in. We made breakfast, marinated chickens and cleaned the prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha but of course thats not how I spend my chalet times. Took pictures with xiaowei, fazlinda, zaty, yani and weishan and the group. Watched 300, it is really a nice show, though gory with many bloodsheding scenes but whenever I watched it, I have this sense of bravery in me. Its rather upsetting when the king died, I liked him a lot. Had nice conversations with hairul, he is such a funny and cute guy, always never fail to make me laugh. Also, yew king too. Praises to mervyn, I feel safe sitting in the car he's driving. It was nice during the journey to yani's house and back to the chalet. The night was still and peaceful, while kimo tuned in to class 95 and mervyn turned the window down, the breeze, the music, its a really nice and tranquil feeling. How I hope that the ride could be longer. Oh and I slept during the chalet, its the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next destination, cheryl's house. Gosh, sitting in the bus from one destination to the end destination really makes your butt sore, haha. After reaching cheryl's house, have to prepare food again, this time for the steamboat. Praises to my dear, he is rather skillful in dealing with food. Melvin, did really nice looking and tasty jellies. So don't go and say that your jellies are ugly okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a feast, all of us ate till our heart content. Games came next, kenneth made us played a game which require us to stand and squat, legs were aching afterwards. As usual, we played china man again. A game which never fail to bring laughters and much drinking of plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took cab home, but it was worth it. Thanks cheryl for opening up your house for this gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the last gathering that I will have with all of them, after this semester, everyone will be going on separate ways, some going overseas while some goin for attachments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, This song is nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gwen stefani - 4 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zBuvRpJL0gA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zBuvRpJL0gA" 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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-2055898118826781558?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/2055898118826781558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=2055898118826781558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/2055898118826781558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/2055898118826781558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/08/started-studying-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-7831200611246583524</id><published>2007-08-10T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:45:27.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My current favourite R&amp;B song. Somehow people with the name of Mario happen to sing nice R&amp;amp;B songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mario - How do I breathe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe mmm mmm..&lt;br /&gt;Feels so different being here&lt;br /&gt;I'm so used to being next to you&lt;br /&gt;Life for me is not the same&lt;br /&gt;Theres no-one to talk to&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I let it go too far&lt;br /&gt;Starting over it's so hard&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everywhere I try to go&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I just had a wakeup call&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that I never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;Baby your not to blame at all&lt;br /&gt;When i'm the one that pushed you away&lt;br /&gt;Baby if you knew I care&lt;br /&gt;You never would’ve went nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Girl I should have been right there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you here by my side&lt;br /&gt;How will I see&lt;br /&gt;when Your love brought me to the light&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go&lt;br /&gt;When your hearts where I lay my head&lt;br /&gt;When your not with me&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'm losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Yes I made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Thought that you would be mine&lt;br /&gt;Guess the joke was on me&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so bad I cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew where you could be&lt;br /&gt;Another dude is replacing me&lt;br /&gt;Girl this cant be happening&lt;br /&gt;I just had a wakeup call&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that I never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;Baby your not to blame at all&lt;br /&gt;When i'm the one that pushed you away&lt;br /&gt;Baby if you knew I care&lt;br /&gt;You never would have went nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Girl I should have been right there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you here by my side&lt;br /&gt;How will I see&lt;br /&gt;when Your love brought me to the light&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go&lt;br /&gt;When your hearts where I lay my head&lt;br /&gt;When your not with me&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant get over you no&lt;br /&gt;Baby I dont wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;Girl you need to come home&lt;br /&gt;Back to me&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you made it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;When your not with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you here by my side&lt;br /&gt;How will I see&lt;br /&gt;When Your love brought me to the light&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go&lt;br /&gt;When your hearts where I laid my head&lt;br /&gt;When your not with me&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you here by my side&lt;br /&gt;How will I see&lt;br /&gt;When Your love brought me to the light&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go&lt;br /&gt;When your hearts where I laid my head&lt;br /&gt;When your not with me&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the music video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cuXxSVJG41o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cuXxSVJG41o" 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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-7831200611246583524?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/7831200611246583524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=7831200611246583524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/7831200611246583524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/7831200611246583524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-current-favourite-r-song.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-6080426725250413040</id><published>2007-08-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:01:50.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EAIPJ is finally over. But yet I don't feel the sense of accomplishment. Though I don't wish to say this, but our group seems quite screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my fellow group members, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have tried our best. Good job everyone. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, really tired, sometimes I'm really sick of doing projects, the workloads just never seems to stop increasing. The process in having to pull up the overall grades are definitely not easy. If you want your grades to be pulled up you have to make it a point to get good grades for all modules. This requires immense hard work and effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future lies within a simple judgment by grades in school. Those who score well will get the privileged and credit. No doubt grades are important, but I felt that its a rather superficial way of judging a person. Not everyone can excel in studies, talents can be possess in other aspects.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is week 17 now, the semester is finally coming to an end. Though I have always wanted this semester to quickly end because when it reach this point it means that projects are coming to an end. I should feel happy, relieved. But yet the stress level stays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my 3 years in NYP, it has been eventful. I made good friends there and some that holds a certain special placing in me. After the end of this semester, everyone will be split off to either doing their attachment or final year projects. There are also some that will be going to overseas to do on their attachments and final year projects as well. With the different schedules appointed, it will be difficult to meet up in future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will be seeing lesser of people when the next school term opens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-6080426725250413040?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/6080426725250413040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=6080426725250413040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/6080426725250413040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/6080426725250413040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/08/eaipj-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-1101755353582449616</id><published>2007-07-28T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:02:45.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been busy with school work recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the end of the semester is coming near, next week is week 16 another week more to week 17 which is the presentation week and the end of all projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current status only left with 3 projects on hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- EAIPJ, a 100% based project module system due on week 17 - 30% done&lt;br /&gt;- Internet marketing group project due on week 17 as well - 95% done&lt;br /&gt;- Entrepreneurship due on coming Monday, 30th July - 70% done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which there is still 2 exams going on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Internet security, a 60% based exam&lt;br /&gt;- Global supply chain management, a 40% based exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Its the final lap, work hard and good luck everyone =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-1101755353582449616?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/1101755353582449616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=1101755353582449616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/1101755353582449616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/1101755353582449616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-been-busy-with-school-work.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-4520234630674934078</id><published>2007-07-22T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T14:05:09.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think you know the context of a friend. I guess its either more than that or nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-4520234630674934078?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/4520234630674934078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=4520234630674934078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/4520234630674934078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/4520234630674934078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-think-you-know-context-of-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-7108697659701525454</id><published>2007-07-20T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T14:18:54.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is week 14 now, 3 more weeks later and all projects are completed by then. Exams follows after,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current projects on hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Internet marketing individual assignment ICA2 - completed (yay this is to be submitted tomorrow =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Global supply chain management ICA2 - 50% done (to be handed in on next monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- EAIPJ - 25% done (this is due like 2 weeks later) A major project module, 100% system based&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Internet security case study report - completed (to be handed in on next thursday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Entrepreneurship - 65% done (to be presented on week 17, Entrepreneur Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Internet marketing ICA3 - 95% done (due on week 17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests on hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Java Written Test (on next thursday) A test that I'm afraid and worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this semester to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-7108697659701525454?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/7108697659701525454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=7108697659701525454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/7108697659701525454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/7108697659701525454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-week-14-now-3-more-weeks-later.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-3816904601539687353</id><published>2007-07-15T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:18:28.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss a topshop outing due that I am sick =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I want a break, break from workloads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-3816904601539687353?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/3816904601539687353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=3816904601539687353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/3816904601539687353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/3816904601539687353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-miss-topshop-outing-due-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-394253691772676356</id><published>2007-07-10T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:13:28.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sales'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is to advertise for Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON SALES ~ EFFORTLESS CHIC AND DISCO QUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measurements&lt;br /&gt;Width across unstretched : 13.5″, stretched up to 17.5″ max&lt;br /&gt;stretchy draw-string waist&lt;br /&gt;Length down : 7.5-9″, depending on whether you fold down the waistband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl ordered it from a spree site but instead of getting this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/dscf0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/dscf0242.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supplier sent her the wrong design instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Item #1 Effortlessly Chic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/shorts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/shorts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reasons for selling:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Its still nice and all, only thing is I only wanna own what I really want in the first place, besides that, this shorts are a little too big for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It looks like this when worn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/dscf0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/dscf0227.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item #2 Disco Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/dscf0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/dscf0240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reasons for selling:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I love the design to bits man! Seriously! But then its too big for me once again. =( I should really go through the measurements before buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The shorts are cotton material and it is really comfortable. Interested people you can email her at gischeryl@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Prices are negotiable. Hurry while stocks last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-394253691772676356?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/394253691772676356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=394253691772676356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/394253691772676356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/394253691772676356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-post-is-to-advertise-for-cheryl.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-2090445281168807185</id><published>2007-07-04T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T01:33:55.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does it rain? by Darin Zanyar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe,&lt;br /&gt;that we're not together anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Something in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;It took me by surprise,&lt;br /&gt;when she said;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby.&lt;br /&gt;I keep holdin' on,&lt;br /&gt;can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it rain?&lt;br /&gt;why does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Please God explain,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Love made me fly,&lt;br /&gt;now I just cry.&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why, (oh, my baby.)&lt;br /&gt;why does it rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be as one,&lt;br /&gt;we never were apart. (no.)&lt;br /&gt;The sun was always shinin'&lt;br /&gt;in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Now those days are gone,&lt;br /&gt;I miss the love we had.&lt;br /&gt;No-one ever told me,&lt;br /&gt;life could be so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby.&lt;br /&gt;I keep holdin' on,&lt;br /&gt;can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it rain?&lt;br /&gt;why does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Please God explain,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Love made me fly,&lt;br /&gt;now I just cry.&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why, (oh, tell me.)&lt;br /&gt;why does it rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ooh, ooh, ooh.)&lt;br /&gt;(oh, my baby.)&lt;br /&gt;(oohoohooo)&lt;br /&gt;I keep holdin' on,&lt;br /&gt;can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, why does it rain?&lt;br /&gt;why does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Please God explain,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Love made me fly,&lt;br /&gt;now I just cry.&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it rain?&lt;br /&gt;(why does it hurt?)&lt;br /&gt;Please God explain,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Love made me fly, (ooh, ooh.)&lt;br /&gt;(now I just cry.)&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why, (ooh, noo.)&lt;br /&gt;why does it rain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-2090445281168807185?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/2090445281168807185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=2090445281168807185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/2090445281168807185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/2090445281168807185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-does-it-rain-by-darin-zanyar-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-444961035611778693</id><published>2007-07-03T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:38:56.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dislike IT. Its making me feel frustrated. All those logics and implementation involved, just feel like escaping away from them. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-444961035611778693?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/444961035611778693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=444961035611778693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/444961035611778693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/444961035611778693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dislike-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-4726804154836170651</id><published>2007-06-27T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:24:28.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depressed.Frustrated.Confused.Depressed.Frustrated.Confused&lt;br /&gt;Depressed.Frustrated.Confused.Depressed.Frustrated.Confused &lt;br /&gt;Depressed.Frustrated.Confused.Depressed.Frustrated.Confused &lt;br /&gt;Depressed.Frustrated.Confused.Depressed.Frustrated.Confused &lt;br /&gt;Depressed.Frustrated.Confused.Depressed.Frustrated.Confused&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-4726804154836170651?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/4726804154836170651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=4726804154836170651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/4726804154836170651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/4726804154836170651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/06/depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-7128886077571294595</id><published>2007-06-25T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:49:25.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, here is a song that xiaowei have introduced to me, I find it nice. Its call home by chris daughtry. This is an acoustic version of the song. Enjoy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dYCK0QAdtJQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dYCK0QAdtJQ" 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/11228378-7128886077571294595?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/7128886077571294595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=7128886077571294595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/7128886077571294595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/7128886077571294595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-here-is-song-that-xiaowei-have.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-4619825972037034987</id><published>2007-06-20T12:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:13:43.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in school now. Bored.. Wasted trip to school. There isn't need to come to school, our group didn't went to meet up with the lecturer today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did I mention that my club members and I went to join the little red dot on channel 8, last Saturday? Chuan lim and Sabrina's group emerged victorious at the end. Congratulations to them. My group lost to them by a close margin of a ball difference. It was a close competition, my group was competing with another rival group in searching for the same number 11 ball. Even though we managed to sort the riddle fast and get the location but our group lost to them still cause they were 10 minutes ahead of us into searching for the ball. The final result with 4 balls to Chuan lim and Sabrina's group, 3 balls to my group and 3 balls to the rival group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite an experience I would say, had fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you guys would like to catch us in action, tune in to little red dot at July 17th, 8 pm on channel 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-4619825972037034987?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/4619825972037034987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=4619825972037034987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/4619825972037034987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/4619825972037034987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-in-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-1786105460018905999</id><published>2007-06-12T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T02:53:25.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think there is something wrong with my blog skin. The image doesn't show anymore, at least to me. Unless  I'm the only one who is seeing this problem, do let me know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Or else, I guess I need to change a new blog skin soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-1786105460018905999?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/1786105460018905999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=1786105460018905999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/1786105460018905999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/1786105460018905999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-there-is-something-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-1829896591146261595</id><published>2007-06-10T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T02:49:30.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The two weeks holiday is finally here. Seriously needed this break. Haven't really got the time to pack my stuffs, do my work and not forgetting to catch up on my sleep. Have been sleeping for about 5 to 6 hours during the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the list of projects in hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Enterprise Application Integration Project&lt;br /&gt;2) Entrepreneurship&lt;br /&gt;3) Internet marketing project (Group and Individual Assignment)&lt;br /&gt;4) CBS blogging system&lt;br /&gt;5) Global supply chain management project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can still get some time to enjoy the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-1829896591146261595?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/1829896591146261595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=1829896591146261595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/1829896591146261595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/1829896591146261595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/06/two-weeks-holiday-is-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-1629213256520771264</id><published>2007-06-02T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:43:03.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 2nd of June today. Once again I would like to shout out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday to my buddy, Nicky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although his birthday is on 1st of June which is yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what to buy for him, yes, Its going to be a belated one, hope he likes it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-1629213256520771264?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/1629213256520771264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=1629213256520771264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/1629213256520771264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/1629213256520771264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-2nd-of-june-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-8494576899021399428</id><published>2007-05-26T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:42:59.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, I think I should stop eating pasta mania for awhile. Feeling sick from eating too much of it yesterday, pizzas n pasta. Sinfully creamy. Haha. Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-8494576899021399428?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/8494576899021399428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=8494576899021399428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/8494576899021399428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/8494576899021399428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/05/gosh-i-need-i-should-stop-eating-pasta.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-8936216403582770785</id><published>2007-05-20T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:39:57.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally theres a new place to go apart from the usual areas of town, places that are filled with shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its call Arab Street, a small part behind Bugis Junction. I know I sound all excited, I'm sure that many people have already been there and explore the place but cause it was my first time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1594.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads are really narrow there. Heard from my friend that it was Singapore's narrowest street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two parts actually, Arab street and Haji lane. Arab street is the part where you find shops that sells Arab style batiks, carpets and accessories parts where you can buy them and customise your own necklaces. These shops closes at quite an early time though around 6 pm plus 7 pm. There are also cafes where they sell arab delicacies but there is a unique point to them. They are not just a normal cafe but a cafe that provides Shee sha to customer.  Shee sha is a kind of smoking equipment that Arabs smokes, it can only be found in Arab street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked down to explore on Haji lane, I was quite surprised that there are actually boutique stores that sells clothes like what is being sold in shopping centres. Items sold there are quite pricey though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1597.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stores are actually in shophouses. I liked the way at how they decorated their shops of which they make use of retro items such as oldies style clocks, dressing table, etc. The shops sells retro items too. They also make use of orangey coloured light which gave a comfortable feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1598.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1592.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who have not been there yet, go check it out some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-8936216403582770785?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/8936216403582770785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/8936216403582770785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-theres-new-place-to-go-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11228378.post-8591776513109042087</id><published>2007-05-12T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:38:50.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How would you feel when the fault seems to be pointing towards you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I would say that the feeling is not at all nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Mother's day. As usual, we will go to a certain restaurant to celebrate it annually. Its kind of grand cause we are not only celebrating for my mum alone but many other mothers whom are my aunties and the big Mum, my grandmother. Its a big family there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the big family, my family is sort of known to be the family who will always arrive late though recent years its getting better and sometimes we arrived punctually. I admit that sometimes it was due to me as I would spent too much time thinking of what to wear and ended up letting the whole family wait for me. But that was in the past, I'm changed now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to reach there by 6.30 sharp. Since it was in the evening, I decided to make use of the time to do my school work. Guess I looked at the computer too long, I had quite a bad headache and when to rest, it was around 4.30 then. When I woke up, its 5.15. I went to checked the toilet and found that daddy was inside bathing so I sat at the dining table and waited for me my turn. When he came out it was around 5.30, I went in to bathe then came out at around 5.54. I rushed to change and stuff and when  we reached the bus stop its around 6.20. It must have been a bad day cause bus 13 simply refused to come and we had to wait for 35 minutes. Daddy was pissed he blamed that I took my own sweet time bathing and dressed up. When we finally reached there, mummy was pissed as well. My dad then told everyone that I'm the one that cause them to be late, mummy added in and scold me as well. I didn't bother to explain myself, my relatives just said that "its okay, since we are here already lets just start the dinner," and moved on. At that moment, It just felt like a bullet had hit me. Such unfairness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are fine now though, guess maybe he was old and couldn't handle his tempered properly. But sometimes I just wish that my dad wouldn't be unreasonable. Hope that he would see the picture clearly before he cast the verdict next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-8591776513109042087?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/8591776513109042087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=8591776513109042087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/8591776513109042087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/8591776513109042087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-would-you-feel-when-fault-seems-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-8351361107219871415</id><published>2007-05-10T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T22:56:09.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Congrats may! I am really happy to read the news from your blog.  Hope that things will be smooth sailing for you all the way. =)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                     Regards,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                       Jessie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-8351361107219871415?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/8351361107219871415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=8351361107219871415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/8351361107219871415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/8351361107219871415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-would-like-to-say-congrats-may-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-4669091010416323031</id><published>2007-05-03T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:05:14.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a request from Cheryl to blog about the people who I love and appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a perfect family, nor perfect friends too, I'm not even perfect myself but thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Daddy don't talk to me much, just a short sentence like "Be careful when you are outside." I know he really cares for me and I love him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Mummy. She has been my soulmate, she has always been there for me. I know she truly cares for me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my Big brother is really irritating , he irritates me most of the time. But he is the one who discipline me and coach me on my studies. I thank him and I do love him. (I denied about it to him too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I seldom meet up with Xiaoyu, Jennifer, Adiba, Shikin, May and Shili, I cherish them. They are my besties and I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Sheng rong and I have drifted, he will still occasionally come and chat with me. Updating each other about our life. I love him and I wish him well now that he is juggling with both his studies and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siew ling and Jolyn have been there for me too and I love them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Hairul and Kimo, they are cute and funny. Seeing them makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ain, Yani, Fazlinda and Zaty. I feel comfortable with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Yuan Ching. My shopping mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Nicky and Mervyn, they are my buddies. We have been each others listening ears, I cherish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Alvin lee and Chuan lim. They are a nice guy, I like talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Xiaowei. Shes nice to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Yew King. We have been each others listening ears too and our friendship has become stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Cheryl. Haha. She must be thinking, "how come haven't reach my turn yet" by the time she reads here. She has been there for me and I love her for accepting who I am as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;Yit Jing. We have come a long way, he has been a soulmate to me. Though, he is as naggy as me, but I know he truly cares for me and I love him very much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still many to mention but I love the people who walked into my life and become a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are what I would like to say and express to them from the bottom of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-4669091010416323031?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/4669091010416323031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=4669091010416323031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/4669091010416323031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/4669091010416323031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-request-from-cheryl-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-4129518022593788763</id><published>2007-04-27T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T02:05:19.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I skipped Java Enterprise Development lecture again. Two times and its just the start of the school term. I didn't heard the sound of my alarm clock rang. It was the message tone that woke me up. As I took my phone, I was shocked to see the time. It was already 9.45 and the lecture was supposed to start at 9, followed by the Internet Security lab sessions which was immediately after the lecture from 10 to 12. This means that I am going to be late for my lab sessions as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bad day. Especially during last week, the same thing happened too and it was on the same day, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution: I guess I either buy more alarm clocks to ensure that I will wake up on time or I should probably just start sleeping earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't be late again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-4129518022593788763?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/4129518022593788763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=4129518022593788763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/4129518022593788763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/4129518022593788763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-skipped-java-enterprise-development.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-7579701486574784151</id><published>2007-04-24T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:23:35.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met Xy today, had a wonderful time. While we sat in Long John Silver and chatted through the hours, it just felt like the days in Secondary School. The clique would just be sitting in a certain fast food outlet after school, engaging in endless conversations and having our lunch. It was fun during then, especially with Adiba. She is funny, never failed to make us laugh till the point that either end up having stomach cramp or end up tearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though such times have decreased as we don't study in the same school and everyone is busy with their own lives, thus the harder it is to find time where everyone is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to the next meeting. Mlle vous gars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been shopping a lot and buying clothes from Topshop. I need to practice self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Time to save some money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-7579701486574784151?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/7579701486574784151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=7579701486574784151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/7579701486574784151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/7579701486574784151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/04/met-xy-today-had-wonderful-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-2421245903663335937</id><published>2007-04-22T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T16:45:04.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertainty'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"What course should I pursue if I am entering University?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What will I want to work as if I don't want to further my studies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this should have occurred through everyone's thoughts now and then, about what are you going to do after you have graduated and these are the questions that are often popping up through my mind now and then. I know myself with the gpa that I have, even if I manage to pull it up with the two semesters thats left, I am still unable to qualified for direct admission of University. Moreover, this semester's modules aren't easy. Fearing of the upcoming attachment as well, not knowing that where will I be attach to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of having to fight with people in your course that have great results as well as people in Junior Colleges to vie for the spaces in Universities, what are the odds? To work first then pursuing a private degree or overseas University? The future just seems uncertain and unforeseen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely I will be pursuing a job thats related to business. For people who know me, they know that I am not a tech-savvy kind of person even I am aware of that myself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Was also wondering whether I should go re-take my english O levels. I have heard people telling me that that is unless if you are entering into University that at least a pass is required, if you plan to work then people will only be looking at your highest qualifications which is your diploma. But of course passing your english is good. Maybe I should just focus on studies first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: going on a runnng spree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-2421245903663335937?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/2421245903663335937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=2421245903663335937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/2421245903663335937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/2421245903663335937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-course-should-i-pursue-if-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-117553282695751659</id><published>2007-04-03T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T01:04:41.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After letting out what has been kept inside for period of time, it seriously felt much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be yourself and be comfortable with what you are doing" &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;If you want to please everybody, you will be dead by now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not be too mindful or particular about what others perceive of you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the three quotes that were told to me and I find them really true. It doesn't pay to be kind. Being overly kind allows people to take advantage of you. Being too mindful lets a person become overly paranoid. Hence in the end, resulting in doing more things that irritates people at the end. Only the strong will survive at the end and the weak shall perished, thats how screwed up the society is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-117553282695751659?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/117553282695751659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=117553282695751659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/117553282695751659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/117553282695751659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-letting-out-what-has-been-kept.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-117535414583391712</id><published>2007-03-31T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:23:08.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to rant on this. I dislike 'fake' people. It puzzles me that why they can act as if they are on good terms with the person when in fact they actually dislike them. I prefer people who are straightforward, who speaks their mind. Don't they find it tough in having to speak to someone that they dislike, having to put on a smile even though they feel like stabbing them? If you treat someone as a friend, its better that you pinpoint the mistakes out. Tell the person, let them know about it, they can learn from their mistakes and change. This can save them from making more enemies in future. It feels better to do that isn't it, than having to back stab from behind the back, I find this uncomfortable. This is where how loss of trust is being built up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How also can a person be easily influenced by the words of others. You know how the person is, you know them yourselves too. They are your friends you should know what kind of a person they are like personally. Instead, you let others lead by their words and sway to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is being made up of different characteristics of people, there are no perfect people in the world. I guess acceptance, tolerance and compromise plays the main role.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-117535414583391712?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/117535414583391712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=117535414583391712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/117535414583391712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/117535414583391712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-to-rant-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-117527689824003325</id><published>2007-03-31T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:36:52.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been quite awhile since I blogged. Finally, I dragged my lazy self and give my blog a new skin and post. I doubt that people will ever read my blog again for it has been rather "casted-aside" for a few months. But then again, this blog is just a journal of mine to blog on my thoughts and the happenings in my life, not as interesting as compared to interesting articles on magazines and newspapers. Consider it rather personal, or maybe not, since blog is an online journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mood: Tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third and final week of orientation. Busy and Tiring.  Yesterday the EXCO and OGLs have stayed over in school, this was the first time and the first ever batch of OGLs that are being allowed to stay over in school. There was a need to stay over as there are still many things not completed and orientation is held on the oncoming week from monday to thursday. Everybody stayed up throughout the night,  due to that everyone's energy level was depleted on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of worried for the juniors, hope that they can cope with the freshmen and be able to handle any upcoming situations that occurs. Rest well everyone. I'm really tired and need to get my rest too. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-117527689824003325?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/117527689824003325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=117527689824003325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/117527689824003325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/117527689824003325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-has-been-quite-awhile-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116879702778833586</id><published>2007-01-15T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T01:50:27.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really really missing my secondary school friends. Haven't seen them for ages. Browsing through those pictures, brings back memories. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116879702778833586?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116879702778833586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116879702778833586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116879702778833586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116879702778833586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-really-really-missing-my-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116870354568618192</id><published>2007-01-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:52:25.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by Zaty (mummy!) to do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What does your blog url MEANS? A life that I hope to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. where do u like to take photos? Anywhere that can be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your current relationship with your crush? Ermz...No crush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Honestly, does your crush like you: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your current mood? Contented, scared and stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you love most? My family, friends and my boy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What makes you happy? A nice, relaxing day out with nothing to worry about in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you musically inclined? No, but I would like to be one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could go back in time, and change something, what would you change? Lots of things. But the main thing is my personality, attitude, mentality, behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day- what would you be? Dolphins! They look really carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever have a near death experience? Nearly drown in the swimming pool, 11 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you do a lot? Thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now? Unbelievable by craig david.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who did you copy and paste this from? Zaty my mummy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Name someone with the same b-day as you: Zhiqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever sang in front of a large audience? Nopez but dance defore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's the first thing you notice about the OPPOSITE sex? Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you usually order from Starbucks? Mocha Frappuchino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Ever had a drunken night? nopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you still watch kiddy movies or TV shows? Yes! They are cute and funny! Brings memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you have braces? Nopes...my teeth is rather straight though I m contented with it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Name something funny that happened to you? Ermz...sleep talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you speak any other language? Ermz...A little here and there of jap, dialects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What's your favorite smell? Ermz...my boy's smell. ( I noe this sounds kinda disgusting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY; who do u wan to bug to inherit these qns? (LIST 5!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) May (mummy)&lt;br /&gt;2) No more in mind&lt;br /&gt;3) =(&lt;br /&gt;4) =(&lt;br /&gt;5) =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116870354568618192?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116870354568618192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116870354568618192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116870354568618192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116870354568618192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-been-tagged-by-zaty-mummy-to-do_13.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116833259162986220</id><published>2007-01-09T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:49:51.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Learning to be contented and be contented with what you have. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116833259162986220?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116833259162986220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116833259162986220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116833259162986220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116833259162986220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/01/learning-to-be-contented-and-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116775571916509394</id><published>2007-01-03T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:35:19.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for quite awhile, had some time now so decided to post in something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 has just pass us by. I shall say that it has been a fruitful and eventful year. It has been a fruitful and eventful year I shalll say. Its a new year now, 2007. Meaning, time for another re-evaluation. Time for some solitude to think about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to evaluate on my overall. The personality, the behaviour, to identify the wrong and to correct the right. Have I been a good friend or even a good person. Sometimes I wonder about myself...seems to be losing faith. The usual I would say, have always been such a person with self-esteem and low confidence level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Camp Victor Fox have been successful. Though the response was poor but the outcome was good, everyone enjoy themselves. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's setback is a learning point. Be contented if there is something to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in thoughts and lost in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116775571916509394?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116775571916509394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116775571916509394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116775571916509394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116775571916509394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year_03.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116482100062685782</id><published>2006-11-30T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:06:23.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th november, my birthday.</title><content type='html'>Thank you, Thank you and many thanks is all I want to say to everyone. I had an enjoyable time yesterday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thanks goes to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Social &amp; welfare department ( Weishan, Fazlinda, Alvin Lee, Kimo ) for the present and cakes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angel who is annoymous to me for the present. It's cute. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaowei for the card. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn for the necklace and card. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mummy and Daddy for buying me a cake. Although it's those type that are for kids but it's good enough to me. I was surprise indeed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who have send their greetings and wishes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who turn up for the celebration. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly to you, my boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been really sweet. Thank you for your presents, it was really unexpected. *hugs and kisses* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/SP_A0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116482100062685782?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116482100062685782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116482100062685782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116482100062685782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116482100062685782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/11/28th-november-my-birthday.html' title='28th november, my birthday.'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116447290602033247</id><published>2006-11-26T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:41:46.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I officially announced that TENACIOUS D IN THE PICK OF DESTINY is seriously the crappiest show that I have watched. Advisable to not watch it in cinemas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116447290602033247?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116447290602033247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116447290602033247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116447290602033247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116447290602033247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-officially-announced-that-tenacious.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116435698923702036</id><published>2006-11-24T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:29:49.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need help with the formatting of the date, its not in the format that I want. I tried to change it from the setting sections but it doesn't work. Anyone that knows the coding to it, tag me thanks =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116435698923702036?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116435698923702036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116435698923702036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116435698923702036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116435698923702036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-need-help-with-formatting-of-date.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116421491388915511</id><published>2006-11-23T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:01:53.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway, check out the lyric of the day section, I will be posting up songs there. If you guys happen to like the song, you can ask from me too. =) ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116421491388915511?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116421491388915511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116421491388915511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116421491388915511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116421491388915511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/11/anyway-check-out-lyric-of-day-section.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116421459470956016</id><published>2006-11-23T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:59:15.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There. I have changed my blogskin. I like the colour of this one, it looks more calming and soothing in my opinion, not sure if how you people felt about it when you see it though. I liked it anyway. =) Schools getting packed now with all the upcoming tests and projects. Hmm...I am turning 18 in a few days time but it doesn't seem to excit me as much as when I am turning 16 two years ago. Guess maturity does change a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, two things I would like to end with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly:&lt;br /&gt;Just realised something, now I know that my boy actually whines. So he is not that cool isn't it? Don't be deceive by that image of his. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly:&lt;br /&gt;Hope everybody cheers up and will be happy. Lately many things are happening around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116421459470956016?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116421459470956016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116421459470956016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116421459470956016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116421459470956016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/11/there.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116394685046089609</id><published>2006-11-19T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:34:10.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do see you when you don't realise it...do you notice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116394685046089609?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116394685046089609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116394685046089609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116394685046089609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116394685046089609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-do-see-you-when-you-dont-realise-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116335127390346783</id><published>2006-11-13T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T01:09:43.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have u ever felt helpless in situations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you know of friends' problems or that your friends seems to have something hogging in their mind thats bothering them. You feel like helping them, feel like easing their load but sometimes its just seemingly impossible as the situations render you without much solutions. All you are able to do is just telling them to chill, calm down and not think too much. But you know that these words won't be of use unless the person whom you tell to, can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To friends who are facing problems...cheer up ok, I know its hard to do that, it requires alot of determination, whether in taking the next step forward or backward. Whatever it is, if you feel that its the right thing to do, do it. If you feel terrible bottling up, go tell someone who is willing to lend a listening ear, they maybe able to provide some good suggestive advice in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116335127390346783?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116335127390346783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116335127390346783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116335127390346783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116335127390346783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-u-ever-felt-helpless-in_13.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116306473390082791</id><published>2006-11-09T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:06:46.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose one. Yes or No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Can you live without your family? Nooo. Never.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dare to kiss a stranger? No.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kicked someone's ass before? Ya I did.&lt;br /&gt;4. Scolded your teacher? yes...behind the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheated on examinations? No.&lt;br /&gt;6. Wish that a celebrity is yours? If I could...=)&lt;br /&gt;7. Hit yourself on the wall? Ya, during my baby days.&lt;br /&gt;8. Wish that your bf is here with you? =)&lt;br /&gt;9. Wish that you can fly? As an experience...YES.&lt;br /&gt;10. Wish that you were dead? No.&lt;br /&gt;11. Lastly, 1 wish you want in life? That everyone I know will be happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;12. &amp; 1 word to end everything. Yes. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Are you a girl or boy? girl&lt;br /&gt;2. Attached or single? attached. =)&lt;br /&gt;3. Smoke or drink? drink&lt;br /&gt;4. Night or day? Day and night.&lt;br /&gt;5. School or work? school.&lt;br /&gt;6. Black or white? I like both black and white. But I prefer black more. =)&lt;br /&gt;7. Short or tall? Short. =(&lt;br /&gt;8. Dance or sing? sing and dance!&lt;br /&gt;9.Happiness Or Money: Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;10. RnB, Reggae, Rock, Metal, Techno or Emopunk? RnB and Rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who sits next to you? Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;Who sits infront of you? it changes.&lt;br /&gt;Who's on your left? it changes too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who sits behind you? it changes toooo.&lt;br /&gt;Who are your bestfriends in class? Many! =)&lt;br /&gt;Most shy? Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;Cutest guy? Henry.&lt;br /&gt;Cutest girl? Xiaowei! =)&lt;br /&gt;Prettiest? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Most annoying? Nobody...&lt;br /&gt;Brightest of all? Edison.&lt;br /&gt;Funniest? Haha. Eugene!&lt;br /&gt;Ugliest? Nobody...&lt;br /&gt;If you could live one of your friend's life, who would it be? I'm contented with mine.&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite teacher? Miss Lilian Ho.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher you dislike? Junior Lee.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite subject? customer relationship management.&lt;br /&gt;The subject you dislike? Software engineering practices.&lt;br /&gt;Who's your class monitor? May.&lt;br /&gt;How's he/she? like that lor.&lt;br /&gt;Who's the class asst. monitor? cheryl. &lt;br /&gt;How's he/she? Yessss. She's HOT. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Your class teacher is? ms eunice ang.&lt;br /&gt;Your class? BI0501&lt;br /&gt;Do you love your class? Yupz. I love my class. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have to ask 5 of your friends to do this survey in their blogs. Write down their names in the list below. Tag them in their blog to let them know. And DON'T STOP THIS GOING AROUND SURVEYS. It made people occupied.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get started-  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm...Nicky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;             Zaty  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;             Yit Jing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;             Eugene &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;             May (mummy)     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116306473390082791?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116306473390082791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116306473390082791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116306473390082791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116306473390082791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/11/quiz-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116288899206776641</id><published>2006-11-07T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:43:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having my software engineering lab practical now. I'm totally bored, don't seems to have the motivation in wanting to study and go through lectures today. Okay, I shall officially announced that this is going to be a module that I wouldn't like. Too IT and theory based. OKay, shall end here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I have a bunch of wacky classmates. They make my days. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116288899206776641?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116288899206776641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116288899206776641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116288899206776641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116288899206776641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/11/having-my-software-engineering-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116248837892029063</id><published>2006-11-03T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T01:26:18.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goong Goong Goong. A korean drama. I am so addicted over it right now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/goong_cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/07000012912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116248837892029063?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116248837892029063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116248837892029063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116248837892029063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116248837892029063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/11/goong-goong-goong.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116197332311245443</id><published>2006-10-28T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T02:22:03.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling bad, upset and gulity ridden. I felt like some evil person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you if you read my blog,&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;                                                 Cheer up ok? I know that it is kind of useless to say that and rather inappropriate. You have a really cute smile and I kind of miss seeing that. Thanks for being that sweet and kind person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116197332311245443?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116197332311245443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116197332311245443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116197332311245443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116197332311245443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-feeling-bad-upset-and-gulity-ridden.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116136955731506583</id><published>2006-10-21T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T02:39:17.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Introducing the top three zhi lian people in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/19102006185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xiaowei &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/19102006184.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/Cheryl8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Classes just seems boring isn't it. People out there do be aware, please take note of them when they get anywhere near your handphones or cameras. They will bound to leave some traces (pictures)  behind. =p  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hazes hasn't been clearing up for the past few days, it seems to be rising instead. People please take care of your own health, drink more water and rest well. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116136955731506583?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116136955731506583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116136955731506583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116136955731506583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116136955731506583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/10/introducing-top-three-zhi-lian-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116059029418137234</id><published>2006-10-12T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:13:22.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had quite some experience at the recently opened TCC along somerset. The interior of the place provided a feeling as if we were in rome with the structures of the wall sculpted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/DSC00145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress came to take down our order. She told us theres actually a promotion of ordering three pieces of cakes n you will get one free. There was only two person, me and fishy (who doesn't want her name to be revealed) . Don't know whats gotten into us we actually accept the promotion and so we have ourselves four pieces of cakes to finish up. Its really alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/DSC00153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/DSC00152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/DSC00146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doesn't the sofa look comfy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116059029418137234?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116059029418137234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116059029418137234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116059029418137234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116059029418137234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/10/had-quite-some-experience-at-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116020019246411050</id><published>2006-10-07T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T13:49:52.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm confused and lost. Totally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116020019246411050?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116020019246411050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116020019246411050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116020019246411050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116020019246411050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-confused-and-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-116012139511889507</id><published>2006-10-06T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:56:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/meandmymummy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/meandmymummy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/Meandmymummy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/Meandmymummy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pretty mummy. I love her =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-116012139511889507?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/116012139511889507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=116012139511889507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116012139511889507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/116012139511889507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-pretty-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-115980719886940380</id><published>2006-10-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:29:14.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was feeling bored so I did a series of quizzes today introduced by my friend. Try it if you all have the time too. &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;www.blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the quizzes that I have done and the results. Some are amusing, others true to a certain extent. Now a reason for you all to get to know me better. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dbd7d2;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your EQ is 107&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eceae6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/emotions.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is Your Self Esteem? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Have Low Self Esteem 52% of the Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourselfesteemquiz/esteem-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While you sometimes feel good about yourself, you tend to struggle a little with self esteem issues.It's not about changing who you are, it's about accepting your faults. You just need to be less critical and demanding of yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Much Life Experience Do You Have? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You've Experienced 8% of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchlifeexperiencedoyouhavequiz/life-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have the life experience of a young teenager - which means there's a lot of life in front of you.And if you are past your teen years, you probably have some catching up to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having experiencing only 8 percent of my life sounds pathetic, well its not true ok, cause the questions asked are too adult-based.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At first glance, people see you as strong willed and stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is reserved and logical.&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem thoughtful and interested in ideas.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem selfish and moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What gender is your brain? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Brain is 60% Female, 40% Male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and femaleYou are both sensitive and savvyRational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headedBut you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How's Your Attitude? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Attitude is Better than 45% of the Population&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourattitudequiz/attitude-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a positive attitude... somtimes. You prefer to see the world through clear glasses, not rose colored ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How happy are you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are 40% Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not miserable, but you could stand to be a lot happier.Focus on what's right in the world, and you'll be happier than you ever thought possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage pessimistically. You don't think happy marriages exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do still read my blog. I hope my intuition is wrong about distancing. I hope that is not whats going to happen. It will be really upsetting in that case. I cherish the times that we have going together. Hanging out, studying. Thank you for being there for me, I know that everything you do, it is for good purpose. I have never forget the teachings that I learnt during the past 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-115980719886940380?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/115980719886940380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=115980719886940380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115980719886940380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115980719886940380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/10/was-feeling-bored-so-i-did-series-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-115955483051610432</id><published>2006-09-30T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T02:33:50.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you often make me depress. Repress feelings, you will never know how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-115955483051610432?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/115955483051610432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=115955483051610432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115955483051610432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115955483051610432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-often-make-me-depress.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-115894197773816083</id><published>2006-09-23T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:23:56.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Britney Spears - From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Never look back," we said&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know I'd miss you so?&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness up ahead, emptiness behind&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go?&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't hear&lt;br /&gt;All my joy through my tears&lt;br /&gt;All my hopes through my fears&lt;br /&gt;Did you now, still I miss you somehow&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;There's just a thing or two I'd like you to know&lt;br /&gt;You were my first love&lt;br /&gt;You were my true love&lt;br /&gt;From the first kisses to the very last rose&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Even though time will find me somebody new&lt;br /&gt;You were my real love, I never knew love&lt;br /&gt;'Til there was you&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;"Baby," I said&lt;br /&gt;"Please stay. Give our love a chance for one more day"&lt;br /&gt;We could have worked things out&lt;br /&gt;Taking time is what love's all about&lt;br /&gt;But you put a dart through my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Through my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I'm back where I started again&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it would end&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;There's just a thing or two I'd like you to know&lt;br /&gt;You were my first love&lt;br /&gt;You were my true love&lt;br /&gt;From the first kisses to the very last rose&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Even though time will find me somebody new&lt;br /&gt;You were my real love, I never knew love&lt;br /&gt;'Til there was you&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;You promised yourself&lt;br /&gt;But to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And you make it so perfectly clear&lt;br /&gt;Still I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;There's just a thing or two I'd like you to know&lt;br /&gt;You were my first love, you were my true love&lt;br /&gt;From the first kisses to the very last rose&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Even though time will find me somebody new&lt;br /&gt;You were my real love, I never knew love&lt;br /&gt;'Til there was you&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;"Never look back," we said&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know I'd miss you so? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-115894197773816083?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/115894197773816083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=115894197773816083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115894197773816083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115894197773816083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/09/britney-spears-from-bottom-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-115885266568732388</id><published>2006-09-21T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:31:05.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried hard but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall strive harder. I need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-115885266568732388?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/115885266568732388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=115885266568732388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115885266568732388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115885266568732388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-tried-hard-but.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-115860670772450699</id><published>2006-09-19T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T03:20:32.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU will never know how much you mean to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever did something that make you feel regretful and wish to turn back the hands of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder how will it be like if compromising comes into place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wish you have the courage to say what your most inner heart felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever really want to apologise to that someone but felt almost unable to do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like crying but no tears will fall simply because its your heart that is bleeding inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt stupid for putting up a fake front on something thats not meant when actually it mean the opposite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder how just a simple gesture or sentence could make a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever hope that feelings ain't that fragile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt that you are not being truthful to yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wish for somebody to be there for you when you are at your lowest peak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like being there for someone, to console someone but you just can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel like needing an embrace or a comfort hug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever hope for an impossible miracle to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt useless on situations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder whether someone will be concerned about you and constantly keeping an eye of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder whether someone will be reading this and knowing exactly how you feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-115860670772450699?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/115860670772450699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=115860670772450699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115860670772450699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115860670772450699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-will-never-know-how-much-you-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-115851775519882248</id><published>2006-09-18T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T02:29:15.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to mummy's request of updates for my blog so here is one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...actually there's nothing much going on lately just the usual routine of going of to work and meeting up with friends during this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever got caught up with the lyrics from songs? Anyway, been tuning into sentimental recently on class 95. fm. It is a good channel with a good dee jay. My favourite time is love songs with Yasmin from 10 p.m all the way till the station finishes at the end. In a way, it improves english too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song separate ways has been my current hit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end here, I wanna play more basketball! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-115851775519882248?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/115851775519882248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=115851775519882248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115851775519882248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115851775519882248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/09/due-to-mummys-request-of-updates-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-115834447205930656</id><published>2006-09-16T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T02:22:33.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played basketball for the first time today. I know it sounded impossible but its true, because I never really played basketball throughout my seventeen years of life. Anyway I had fun playing with my friends. I shall play more in the future. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-115834447205930656?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/115834447205930656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=115834447205930656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115834447205930656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115834447205930656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/09/played-basketball-for-first-time-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-115816463595025185</id><published>2006-09-14T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T00:33:22.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craig david - separate ways&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We used to be inseparable, now the love has gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the reason why, why you and I can't get along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And even though I knew what you had done to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never planned to cheat I guess both of us been weak.. yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cards throw em down we been fooling round guess we're both to blame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing to talk about girl it freaked me out the night you called his name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mmm not coming home till the early morn' what am I supposed to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relationships are based on trust so with us it's obvious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why don't we go our separate ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just realise we've nothing left to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neither of us wants to compromise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too many secrets, jealousy and lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems that we been messing 'round ain't being straight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say that we should work it out but it's far too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being honest girl when all said and done got some things to face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing left to lose but so much time to waste yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the point in playing playing games with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ain't gotta lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You might as well just pack our bags and just say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only human girl we both made mistakes but it ain't no use&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think we should call it quits cos we can't go on like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why don't we go our separate ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just realise we've nothing left to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neither of us wants to compromise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too many secrets, jealousy and lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't even know why we've been tripping for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not like we both don't understand what's right from wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like we cant get along no more so why don't we just go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shut the door as there ain't no love here anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why don't we go our separate ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just realise we've nothing left to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neither of us wants to compromise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too many secrets, jealousy and lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Girl I'd like to know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What else is left for us to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(girl I'd like to know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cos I can't see any other way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(girl I'd like to know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why did we let each other down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(girl I'd like to know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna know I wanna know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(girl I'd like to know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it all started with a kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(girl I'd like to know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why did it have to end like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(girl I'd like to know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of the promises we made yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-115816463595025185?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/115816463595025185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=115816463595025185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115816463595025185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115816463595025185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/09/craig-david-separate-ways-we-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-115799678367317622</id><published>2006-09-12T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T01:48:51.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm tired, confused and upset. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-115799678367317622?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/115799678367317622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=115799678367317622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115799678367317622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115799678367317622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-tired-confused-and-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-115782819325568159</id><published>2006-09-10T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:36:06.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My secondary school friends and I had a get together outing on wednesday. We decided on boat quay's mind cafe to spend our time there. The uniqueness of this cafe is that not only does it provides what a normal cafe have, such as food and beverages and also not forgetting the ambience which plays an important role. It actually provides with many variations of board games range from mind-challenging to just pure fun for customers to choose and play with their friends whilst sitting at the corner relaxing and enjoying the food and drinks there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1443.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Scenery taken alongside singapore river. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The interior of mind cafe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Simpson version of monopoly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My friends =) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1467.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adiba and Shikin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Adiba &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/IMG_1472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Miss you guys. Thanks for making the day enjoyable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-115782819325568159?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/115782819325568159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=115782819325568159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115782819325568159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115782819325568159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-secondary-school-friends-and-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-115747738600775737</id><published>2006-09-06T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T02:20:48.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/bishanlibrary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l208/jessie_gal_2006/bishanlibrary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishan Library is opened. Finally after so many years, bishan has got its first library. Go check it out if you guys happen to go to Junction 8 someday. I didn't really like the inner structure of the building though. The staircases are built right beside an empty spacing and if the people are not careful enough, they may just fall through the hole. Apart from that, it is smaller as compared to other libraries that are opened. The interior design failed to appeal me with its plain, mundane colours and clustering bookshelves at every level. Its rather a disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-115747738600775737?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/115747738600775737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=115747738600775737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115747738600775737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115747738600775737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/09/bishan-library-is-opened.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-115730012571813421</id><published>2006-09-04T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T02:48:40.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new blog</title><content type='html'>I never thought that I will be touching on this blog after closing it for so long, after heeding the advice of my friends, I have once again decided to open it up. =) Not only that, I have also changed the blogskin, giving it a fresher and more appealing look for the new start. I like the theme of the blogskin, Freedom. I believe that it speaks the inner self of most people around the world. We are living in a restricted and binded world aren't we? Well it is back to blogging life once again, from today onwards, I shall be updating on the events that happen in my life so stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-115730012571813421?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/115730012571813421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=115730012571813421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115730012571813421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/115730012571813421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-blog.html' title='The new blog'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-111185991930819203</id><published>2005-03-27T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T02:03:27.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Godd...Something happen to my blog. Maybe its realli been hacked! Pissed! Well the previous entry you saw, was basically the mischief from my friend jolyn. Anyway, my background was gone! It was previously black, now its nothing but blank white...My wordings were illegible due that it was ALL white in colour too. I was rather dumbfounded when I saw it...Well, you see the decorations there and all were made by May. It kinda pains to see it in this current state now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed it anyway. Kinda prefer this one better to the previous one...Hope you like it too! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-111185991930819203?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/111185991930819203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=111185991930819203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/111185991930819203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/111185991930819203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-godd.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-111149176152735148</id><published>2005-03-22T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T19:43:39.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeey this blog has been hacked! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;yay falalala....&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;looneyhead was here -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-111149176152735148?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/111149176152735148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=111149176152735148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/111149176152735148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/111149176152735148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2005/03/heeeey-this-blog-has-been-hacked-d.html' title='Heeeey this blog has been hacked! :D'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-111142093125914709</id><published>2005-03-21T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T19:40:55.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why??</title><content type='html'>Warning. This blog may contain some violence in it, people who can't withstand are advice not to read it or else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pissed! Soo pissed! People always say that even though no matter how difficult a problem will be, however in some way or somehow you will always see the light at the end. But in my mind I know that no matter what, this problem will forever be left as a mystery that I can never solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why do people in knowing that there's trouble in front of them yet they still wanna step forward, willingly let the trouble divulge them or something... The funny thing is that they KNOW it spells trouble, that they will suffer and all but still willingly go for it. Are they stupid or what? People...you see me always smiling, laughing in front of you...Think that I am really that happy and cheerful? Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To honestly tell you, I have never been happy since. I have been deeply hurt by shallow-mindedness. Though people always say, time will heal all matters but I find mine not true at all. The truth is, it still hurt although not as much as last time but I know and I can swear that I will never forget it ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me get it! Not because of what you said or done, but because of your shallowness, of not being able to see things clearly! For being selfish and thinking ab yourself only. You think retreating will cure the matter? No! You think because of you doing this, refraining from me I will be able to lead my life normally and happily like nothing has ever happen? I can tell you, NO!! You are wrong! Big wrong!! I am deeply upset and disappointed with you. How can you ever bear to do it? ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-111142093125914709?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/111142093125914709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=111142093125914709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/111142093125914709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/111142093125914709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2005/03/why.html' title='Why??'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-111186201129837570</id><published>2005-03-21T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T02:33:31.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kbox. A new generation of ktv bar. The difference? Basically its just like any other ordinary ktv bars that the adults like to venture, somehting in which we do not want to step in at all. But why was it able to attract teenagers like us? Kbox provide songs which was suited among the teenagers era, very much different from what the norm ktv would provide...oldies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a chance to visit it twice, consecutively on fri, 18th march and sat, 19th march. Allow me to sing praises for it. First of all, the price is really very affordable.( That only applies to lunch hour which is approximately from 11a.m to 3.00 p.m) You can sing till your hearts content. We sang like, I guess about relatively 60 to 70 plus songs. I must say, Boon jun is rather a good singer, guess four years being in choir do bring him some benefits. = ) Haha hardly hear may sing, or rather when she does sing, it always sound...looney? But when she really sing, it sounds nice. Mayy...Next time sing like that everytime ok? Well, if you wanna venned out stress or something, be like jennifer, me or may...singing to the songs like Guilty by Blue and Aerosmith, I don't wanna miss a thing. Trust me, you will feel much better afterwards. (^_-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great place to spend some time with your friends. You can actually have a chance to listen to each others singing ability, which I render was something quite personal, usually people are not that fond of publicising their voice around for people to hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-111186201129837570?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/111186201129837570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=111186201129837570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/111186201129837570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/111186201129837570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2005/03/kbox.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-111065320895089742</id><published>2005-03-13T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T02:51:51.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tai tee or the other term for it, Big 2. A card game which is commonly played and well-known among people. One of the card game which I dare say that I am good at. Ok...so my older cousin came to my house to stay today during the weekends and me, my brother and my cousin decided played tai tee together. The rule was simple. The first person to ever win five round is the ultimate winner and will have the honourable to be claimed tai tee king/queen. Well as for the losers, we will each have to do push-ups, 20 for me and 40 for both my brother and cousin each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match was rather competitive as my brother was in it. I have to admit that hes indeed kinda good in board and card games. My cousin wasn't bad either. We play until it comes a point with all three of us emerging the score of 4, 4, 4 for all three of us. The last game was the crucial match as it tell us who the winner was gonna be. Eventually lady luck falls on me, I kinda got the good cards with the addition of a little skill I managed to emerge as the winner of the game. Sparring me from the push-ups and being able to look at both my brother and cousin performing 40 each. It was a rather comical scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-111065320895089742?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/111065320895089742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=111065320895089742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/111065320895089742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/111065320895089742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2005/03/tai-tee-or-other-term-for-it-big-2.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-111065167619574403</id><published>2005-03-11T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T02:28:16.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While I was sitting in the office today being bored and all, suddenly theres a sudden rush of past memories came running into my mind. Memories of mostly secondary school lives, all the fun times that I used to spend with my abnormal bunch of friends. Our favourite hangout was the canteen, its like a little cinema that plays on mini-roles of different characters. Why do I mention that they are abnormal? Cause what we (I am not included) do is spending time ogling at good looking guys and we especially keep a look out of a guy who we give the term "sexyman." Well is he realli what he is being term as? I guess you will have to find out for yourself...heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fondest memory would be my secondary four year, its one that I remembered most vividly and the one which I enjoyed and had the most fun of all. With all these memories...Which eventually leads me to derive these conclusions...Do people tend to only remember the happy occasions? Can one ever forget the fun times that they used to enjoy?...unless its being faked out...Do bad memories get washed out from our mind automatically? These questions are rather confusing, there aren't realli any confirm answers to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: To my friends...Thank you for the great times! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-111065167619574403?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/111065167619574403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=111065167619574403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/111065167619574403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/111065167619574403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2005/03/while-i-was-sitting-in-office-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-111004838426950617</id><published>2005-03-06T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T02:58:46.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my friends...</title><content type='html'>This is my second entry for this blog. Work up late this morning, didn't went to work though it's just a half day job, from 9 a.m to 1 p.m. Oops...Shall hope the boss will be kind enough to forgo it and pretend that nothing has happen. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play badminton with jolyn, randy and may. Badminton kinda bring some significances to me. During the Os mugging period, whenever we are feeling stressed out due to studying, we wuld play sports to de-stress. Haha but it's rather funny that the craze of badminton comes in in such a weird period of time. I remembered that there was one occasion when a grp of us were playing badminton at my hse void deck area. The following day was supposingly to be our sci practical. We are an active and playful bunch of ppl so we didn't actually care about it haha. As we were lack of badminton rackets, some of us even picked up the idea of using slippers as a substitute. It was hilarious, can u actually pictured that? But the best part of all was that one of us actually hit the shuttlecock so hard that it got stuck on the tree! We tried throwing objects up to aim at the shuttlecock so that it would drop down, we even tried shaking the tree! Luckily, after much effort, the shuttlecock finally "gave in to us." But by then, all us were exhausted and didn't have the strength to continue anymore. But indeed I have alot of fun. Those were the fun days during the Os mugging period...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-111004838426950617?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/111004838426950617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=111004838426950617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/111004838426950617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/111004838426950617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2005/03/dedicated-to-my-friends.html' title='Dedicated to my friends...'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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-11228378.post-110995974781099467</id><published>2005-03-05T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T02:10:56.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day...</title><content type='html'>Heyy...This is my offical new blog. First time, first entry...dun mind a little crapping here. Haha. Ok...lets start with this morning. Well it realli isn't my luck today. Woke up with a blurred mind and I actually pinned down my choice of schools without even considering properly and ended up having to make amendments...What a wreck! Oh well, 17 dollars gone down the drain...Yes and I wanna complain! Yes the JAE system! Its soo irritating, find it soo hard to logged in. Whats wrong with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for work. To make things worse, the mrt went jammed all of the sudden at toa payoh, leaving the door open for nearly 15 mins. By the time I reached the destination I was late for 30 mins and ended up getting scolded by my boss. About my job I have only got one word to say, BORED! Worse comes worse I m still working with a number of old ppl. Ok so I was being bad, I actually gave them each a nickname. Boss - Old man, Female colleague - Menopause auntie and the worst of all...Male colleague - Smoking man. I hate ppl who smoke coz I absolutely hate the smell! Hee. Well but things gone better at the later half of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took half day off to go home and make amendments to my choice, Brought my frenz alot with me. Have fun, crapped rubbish, laughed at ppl's friendster pics...haha evil aren't we? Hee. To mama ( you noe who u are) thanks for praising me for having a nice ralph lauren t-shirt =p Still ask me to actually take a pic with u noe who...haha I m soo not gonna do that! Hee. Went to download a song that is recommended by a Mr A. When I first hear it, I was laughing like mad coz i culdn't make out the language of it but nevertheless its still a nice song anyway haha =) Pls kindly enlightened me if u can make out wat language r they using. Last comment I wanna make : Whats wrong with us? &lt;br /&gt;                                                       Shall stop here now...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11228378-110995974781099467?l=contentedlife--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/feeds/110995974781099467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11228378&amp;postID=110995974781099467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/110995974781099467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11228378/posts/default/110995974781099467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contentedlife--.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-day_05.html' title='What a day...'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322331470149744445</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>
