<?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-28474363</id><updated>2011-07-29T05:37:53.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SUBWAY'S SMILE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-1819653071434754746</id><published>2009-01-07T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:37:13.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing this chapter.</title><content type='html'>night-swim.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-1819653071434754746?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1819653071434754746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=1819653071434754746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1819653071434754746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1819653071434754746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2009/01/closing-this-chapter.html' title='Closing this chapter.'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-4982746412683653442</id><published>2008-12-16T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:59:27.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post CA</title><content type='html'>I used to feel that writing offers catharsis. In fact, I used to love writing, words and literature. How words on paper and how words sound sung through my earphones could evoke feelings and even just how they look and sound put together. I still do, just not as actively. I just feel like I have a lot to say tonight, it's all spilling out, my head feels full of thoughts. I'm not feeling much, just feel like sitting here and typing the stuff floating inside my brain down, a feeling that I haven't had in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how disappointed and weird I felt today just cuz of a figment of my imagination. Have you ever imagined that something would happen, when there was no stimulus for this thing to happen, and nor was there any reason or evidence or any sign at all that it would happen? Then this little idea that you imagined lodges itself into your brain and you feel that it gets more and more real as time passes. But of course, since it is not reality, it does not become reality, and you wonder why you feel disappointed that it didn't happen. Ah.... the power of imagination, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When more then a year has passed, it is strange to think that when I logged into blogspot in the past there was another blog where I could go to if I liked, to which only we had access. Now, not only is our friendship an element of the past, but this blog has been deleted as well. In retrospect, I can see how God has made right our paths. But when I am angry or sad, I am reminded of the comfort that I used to find in you and of the support that I could rely on. I've been feeling like when there's one area of your life that is not happy, having an additional source of strength makes it easier to accept the unhappy part. I suppose it's something like collateral circulation in the arteries.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was CA2, and after the paper we caught twilight which in my opinion is an awesome movie (: The CA was not awesome though hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go back to this prayer room with blue and green lighting where we camped at and found peace in secondary 2, a very long time ago... when we didn't know where we were headed in life and when we hadn't experienced a bit more. It was beautiful, I remember, dark enough yet with pretty lights. It was Confirmation camp then, and I really felt like I could do anything that God asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hols are finally, finally here (a meagre 3 weeks) but still. Can't wait to shop and eat and watch movie and eat and play and shop and eat oh and exercise (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-4982746412683653442?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4982746412683653442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=4982746412683653442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/4982746412683653442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/4982746412683653442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-ca.html' title='Post CA'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-8640773098881526339</id><published>2008-11-17T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:36:32.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electrocardiogram</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a long time, but today as I was sitting in the LT I had the urge to! We learnt the basics of ECG today, what those squiggly lines mean and how the ECG is formed (cheem physics this part). And I had a moment- I felt: 'oh WOW I cannot believe I am sitting here learning this!' Cuz you see, I once stared at the piece of paper that the ECG machine churned out, and the patient would ask, 'Is it okay? Is it normal?' And I had no idea except the top right hand corner of the paper would normally say 'Normal Sinus Rhythmn'. So it was kinda cool learning the stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws for school, we've started on Physiology in addition to Anatomy, and with it more Histology (going crazy looking at cells and tiny art haha) and I like Physio better, learning about blood, respiration and how the heart works is better than visualizing the tiny details, layer by layer, of the limbs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-8640773098881526339?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8640773098881526339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=8640773098881526339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8640773098881526339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8640773098881526339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/11/electrocardiogram.html' title='Electrocardiogram'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-8005607043562427997</id><published>2008-09-08T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:39:05.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anatomy aflutter</title><content type='html'>First day in the Anatomy Hall (where we learn from our 'first teacher'- the cadaver) today! Certainly like nothing I've ever experienced before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the upper limb muscles nerves and whatnot, school is going quite well (: Btw my friend commented about my hairs on my proximal phanlanges (that's the part of the fingers nearest the knuckles) today hehe :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-8005607043562427997?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8005607043562427997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=8005607043562427997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8005607043562427997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8005607043562427997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/anatomy-aflutter.html' title='Anatomy aflutter'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-2394597339592569740</id><published>2008-08-31T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:04:09.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn it around</title><content type='html'>I've just spent the last half hour singing along to Linkin Park's songs trying to get this feeling out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-2394597339592569740?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2394597339592569740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=2394597339592569740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/2394597339592569740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/2394597339592569740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/08/turn-it-around.html' title='Turn it around'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-2975010691103153299</id><published>2008-08-16T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:30:36.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we did a case called 'Mary had the runs' for PBL lesson and someone said, after I told her I have a sensitive stomach, 'Val had the runs'. And voila, today I woke up presenting some of the symptoms Mary had. In addition to a sore thoat. ): Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, school has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, we have been getting cozy at lt28 through a series of introductory lectures. Next week will be full stream on cells and whatnot. The online system, email communication system, not having a fixed timetable, various groupings for different types of lessons, and commuting have taken some getting used to for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws GO TEAM SINGAPORE! SILVER MEDAL!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HAPPY BIRTHDAY WINTER!!!! My baby turns four tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-2975010691103153299?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2975010691103153299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=2975010691103153299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/2975010691103153299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/2975010691103153299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-week.html' title='First week'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-1759428379348126848</id><published>2008-08-02T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:07:02.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deed day</title><content type='html'>Deed signing was today, bright and early. It has been an emotional day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy Lord, to spend the next 11 years of my life doing the work that You have called me to do. This reminds me of the song, 'I have decided to follow Jesus, no turning back, no turning back.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-1759428379348126848?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1759428379348126848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=1759428379348126848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1759428379348126848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1759428379348126848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/08/deed-day.html' title='Deed day'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-9181165940969522695</id><published>2008-07-29T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:04:15.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of this journey</title><content type='html'>Today was Matriculation Day. Basically we went back to the place where we did the essay test (oh the memories- fretting over focusing only on polyclinics when the problem is prevalent in hosptials as well, Pauline's comments on how I looked 'damn scared' and 'damn high') and got registered. Matric fair was tiring, lugging the freebies around and comparing laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw Huis will be treating me to the cupcakes she made while we were talking on the phone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter Skinny is making squeaky sounds now in her sleep haha I think she's dreaming, perhaps of chasing bugs? eating chicken (to which she is allergic)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-9181165940969522695?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/9181165940969522695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=9181165940969522695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/9181165940969522695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/9181165940969522695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/07/start-of-this-journey.html' title='The start of this journey'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-7533611085940986608</id><published>2008-07-17T00:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:15:18.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to SN!</title><content type='html'>Taka's Jap milk tea ice cream with seaweed pearls is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to SN awhile back for this! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SH4kz2eSydI/AAAAAAAAABc/0i9VDLP6MYQ/s1600-h/orange+bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SH4kz2eSydI/AAAAAAAAABc/0i9VDLP6MYQ/s320/orange+bowl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223653091010857426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cake that I made in Sec 1 is still on display in the school! It's actually a pencil holder and when you use it, the pens look like candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SH4k_BEc1cI/AAAAAAAAABk/GwUL4ksZado/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SH4k_BEc1cI/AAAAAAAAABk/GwUL4ksZado/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223653282833814978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been relaxing. With shopping, good food, a bit of rag and huis-me-winter lazy days at home........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-7533611085940986608?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7533611085940986608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=7533611085940986608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/7533611085940986608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/7533611085940986608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-sn.html' title='Back to SN!'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SH4kz2eSydI/AAAAAAAAABc/0i9VDLP6MYQ/s72-c/orange+bowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-5908652251314614104</id><published>2008-07-12T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:35:34.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medagascar</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Medicamp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching No Reservations for the second time now. Awesome movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-5908652251314614104?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5908652251314614104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=5908652251314614104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/5908652251314614104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/5908652251314614104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/07/medagascar.html' title='Medagascar'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-6807630245121462049</id><published>2008-06-27T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:16:18.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Watching The Little Mermaid now. And The Parent trap two days ago. (: Caught Driving Lessons and Penelope too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Mother and Baby came to the clinic again to borrow our weighing machine. 4.45 kg. An increase of 0.15kg! Mother was overjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-6807630245121462049?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6807630245121462049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=6807630245121462049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/6807630245121462049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/6807630245121462049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-9161546908192175041</id><published>2008-06-23T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:38:25.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soups</title><content type='html'>For dinner tonight I had cream of asparagus soup and grilled herb and garlic cheese on toast. This is the furthest I get to cooking hehe, though I dream of making creamy carrot soup with hot buttered rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of freedom today and I got out of bed at 3 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-9161546908192175041?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/9161546908192175041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=9161546908192175041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/9161546908192175041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/9161546908192175041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/soups.html' title='Soups'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-5601109134943742280</id><published>2008-06-19T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:10:09.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mother's love</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, a mother brought her baby to the clinic to borrow our weighing scale. Laying a blanket on top of the scale, she gently lowered her beautiful perfect baby, smiled at him and soothed him so that he would remain still. 4.3kg. Just 0.2kg less than what should have been according to the paediatrician. (Baby was supposed to gain 0.2kg per week.) Baby kept moving and Mother kept trying to get him to be still. Still, the little needle would settle at 4.3, the best reading that Mother and myself got. There was a worried expression on her face, and I could sense her fears and anxiety. It was a privilege to witness such love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I realised that my own mother loves me with the same tender love, and worries for me with the same motherly fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-5601109134943742280?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5601109134943742280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=5601109134943742280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/5601109134943742280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/5601109134943742280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/mothers-love.html' title='A mother&apos;s love'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-5021746824059735955</id><published>2008-06-18T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:41:05.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks be to God!</title><content type='html'>I shall be with you always...... Trust me lovingly, trust me blindly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-5021746824059735955?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5021746824059735955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=5021746824059735955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/5021746824059735955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/5021746824059735955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks-be-to-god.html' title='Thanks be to God!'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-6897904808829468413</id><published>2008-06-06T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:43:01.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pampers</title><content type='html'>I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cut Winter's pampers!!!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;'Ask you so many times alr, why you haven't cut Winter's pampers! No more to use!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special phonecall: 'Ahma ask me to remind you to cut Winter's pampers.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I will punish you if you don't finish cutting Winter's pampers by tonight. Tomorrow don't cook for you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Grandma, I can hear you, and I will. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian is really good. Some parts of the movie are scary and there are some action bits. So watching in a freezing cinema was appropriate, it added to the whole experience. I really like Lucy and Aslan and Peter. 'Why should that stop you from coming to me?' 'I'm sorry, I guess I was afraid to come alone.' There are indeed parallels to Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huis and I were looking at Aussino bedlinen sale today. I was so tempted to buy the pillow and she was so tempted to buy the flamingo bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I go to cut holes in pampers.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-6897904808829468413?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6897904808829468413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=6897904808829468413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/6897904808829468413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/6897904808829468413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/pampers.html' title='Pampers'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-7535454448209268811</id><published>2008-06-04T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:11:58.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SEZN9FFPA4I/AAAAAAAAABE/4PcFoPmkgug/s1600-h/SPM_A0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207935730832049026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SEZN9FFPA4I/AAAAAAAAABE/4PcFoPmkgug/s320/SPM_A0552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SEZN9FFPA5I/AAAAAAAAABM/CUEPQ8bDfu4/s1600-h/SPM_A0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207935730832049042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SEZN9FFPA5I/AAAAAAAAABM/CUEPQ8bDfu4/s320/SPM_A0556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SEZN9lFPA6I/AAAAAAAAABU/dOLsj6IM38g/s1600-h/SPM_A0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207935739421983650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SEZN9lFPA6I/AAAAAAAAABU/dOLsj6IM38g/s320/SPM_A0559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/28474363-7535454448209268811?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7535454448209268811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=7535454448209268811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/7535454448209268811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/7535454448209268811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-baby.html' title='My baby'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SEZN9FFPA4I/AAAAAAAAABE/4PcFoPmkgug/s72-c/SPM_A0552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-8397395921669109356</id><published>2008-06-02T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:33:21.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say (yummy) cheese</title><content type='html'>What a great end to my day. Sitting here eating a ***** (5 star) blueberry cheese tart, savouring the delicious smooth cold cheese (mm mmmm)...... go try it, it's frm Hougang Mall's Q Bread, kept refrigerated. Very highly recommended! Mom just gave me a pack of potato chips and is telling me that the bunch of bananas are at their peak now and to hurry eat them. Also she bought me a new com I feel loved! The industrial park (where I spend my Mondays and Tuesdays in the clinic) has great fried fish soup noodles and awesome homemade banana cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough about food. Oh forgot about the yummy Tangy Tomato bread that I had today. I like bread that's soft, but bread that requires some effort to chew is good too, especially if every mouthful is flavourful. With the fragrant aroma, tantalizing taste and good texture, you can begin to appreciate how bread is the staple for some countries.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month of work. Its tiring. When I come home I yell at my dog for not coming into the house. I fail to cuddle her in my rush to bathe. By the time I am fresh and clean, Doggy has gone to bed. And all I can do is to look at the photos my sis took of her sleeping in the new day bed I bought her yesterday and think how sweet and lovely and cute and loveable she is. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin called me at all the right times today, just in time to give me directions to the places I wanted to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-8397395921669109356?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8397395921669109356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=8397395921669109356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8397395921669109356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8397395921669109356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/say-yummy-cheese.html' title='Say (yummy) cheese'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-1728175207959988090</id><published>2008-05-28T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:45:36.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday, it's You I live for</title><content type='html'>The housecall patient I went with Dr Kang to see has recovered. I couldn't stop smiling when he told me she responded to the treatment. God is so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember what Dr Kang said to me tonight and look back on this in trying times- It is a privilege, it is God-given. Medicine is not about making money, it is about helping the sick. Whether they are poor or rich, we will see them. God has let everything fall in place nicely for you, by calling you He wants you to do something for Him. He wants you to serve humanity and work for a greater good. It is a long journey. Work hard and always remember that it is a privilege.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-1728175207959988090?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1728175207959988090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=1728175207959988090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1728175207959988090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1728175207959988090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/05/everyday-its-you-i-live-for.html' title='Everyday, it&apos;s You I live for'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-8502555561014233819</id><published>2008-05-17T09:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:17:00.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Who am I,&lt;br /&gt;that the bright and morning star&lt;br /&gt;would choose to light the way&lt;br /&gt;for my ever wandering heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;but because of what You've done&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;but because of who You are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I will praise You for it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-8502555561014233819?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8502555561014233819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=8502555561014233819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8502555561014233819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8502555561014233819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-3718238992907806453</id><published>2008-05-16T00:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:37:24.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCxjbhqo9aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lfuKSXTWdus/s1600-h/snail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200640994250913186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCxjbhqo9aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lfuKSXTWdus/s320/snail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished laughing about the Spongebob Gary the Snail character. Hahaha I'm so tickled!!!!! I didn't know he looked like this. Pink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed my dinner of Lamb Chop and good Ice Lemon Tea today. Unfortunately when I'd finished, to my horror, i spotted a mouse two metres away. Yes, a mouse, not a rat. A medium gray (Huis' favourite colour) mouse, with pink nose and feet. My dinner almost came back up. Remember Ratatouille? The rat cook was cute, but the mouse I saw today was pretty cute too. But I think there's no way I can enjoy food served or prepared by rats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shopping today was great. Cos SALE has begun! Only at River Island and Zara though, but I think it signals the start of the GSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the weekend looks set to be fun! Just hafta get past tomorrow! And clinic on Sunday. Let the chapters begin (Hahahh hope Tin doesn't read this).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-3718238992907806453?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3718238992907806453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=3718238992907806453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/3718238992907806453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/3718238992907806453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/05/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCxjbhqo9aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lfuKSXTWdus/s72-c/snail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-2027178168653836122</id><published>2008-05-12T16:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:13:58.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCgIrhqo9ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jFbDJRgYuu0/s1600-h/paul2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199415313663849874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCgIrhqo9ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jFbDJRgYuu0/s320/paul2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCgIhBqo9YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mQlhxnmxE0o/s1600-h/paul3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199415133275223426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCgIhBqo9YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mQlhxnmxE0o/s320/paul3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCgIVxqo9XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DthVpXk_qQc/s1600-h/paul4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199414940001695090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCgIVxqo9XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DthVpXk_qQc/s320/paul4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCgINBqo9WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/00Aki0gzuP8/s1600-h/paul5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199414789677839714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCgINBqo9WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/00Aki0gzuP8/s320/paul5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCgIFRqo9VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/81HFRLNJ5EI/s1600-h/paul1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199414656533853522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCgIFRqo9VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/81HFRLNJ5EI/s320/paul1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCgH8Rqo9UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mRpG0bUtRUw/s1600-h/paul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199414501915030850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCgH8Rqo9UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mRpG0bUtRUw/s320/paul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To have your heart melt, click on the pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-2027178168653836122?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2027178168653836122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=2027178168653836122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/2027178168653836122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/2027178168653836122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/05/gorgeous.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0UCYzFIh5vM/SCgIrhqo9ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jFbDJRgYuu0/s72-c/paul2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-8154293093076138195</id><published>2008-05-07T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:36:59.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackforest love</title><content type='html'>Jen said Huis raves about chocolate, and I rave about coffee (and Jen doesn't rave about anything as she's filled with indecision). My current favourites are&lt;br /&gt;1. Coffee Bean's Blackforest&lt;br /&gt;2. Gloria Jean's Creme Brulee and&lt;br /&gt;3. Mr Bean's Icy Mocha Soya with pearls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My major feat this week is cycling 30km with Jen and spotting an exotic 20cm long black reptile that looks like a size XXXXXXXXXXXXL lizard. It was like my nightmare come to life. We dismounted and stomped after it to get a picture but scared it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Taylor Swift's Teardrops on my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a way for me Lord. Let me take this step of faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-8154293093076138195?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8154293093076138195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=8154293093076138195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8154293093076138195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8154293093076138195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/05/blackforest-love.html' title='Blackforest love'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-1556810130957975879</id><published>2008-05-02T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:52:02.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After all this time</title><content type='html'>you have a special place in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-1556810130957975879?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1556810130957975879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=1556810130957975879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1556810130957975879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1556810130957975879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/05/after-all-this-time.html' title='After all this time'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-5560261556211868905</id><published>2008-05-01T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:57:12.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this heart's desire</title><content type='html'>in quiet desperation&lt;br /&gt;Lord you hear each cry&lt;br /&gt;my every frustration&lt;br /&gt;feelings that words can't express&lt;br /&gt;Lord I promise I'll try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this closeness&lt;br /&gt;Lord give me new strength&lt;br /&gt;take my every weakness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-5560261556211868905?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5560261556211868905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=5560261556211868905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/5560261556211868905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/5560261556211868905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-hearts-desire.html' title='this heart&apos;s desire'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-7884419368609459448</id><published>2008-04-26T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T02:00:14.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will come to you in the silence</title><content type='html'>Today I saw a stretch of a shade of blue not commonly seen, though it looked familiar to me. Huis saw it too (it was the night sky), and commented that it looked like a watercolour painting. Indeed, who is the greatest painter, and the greatest Love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it is quiet and I am feeling at peace, and it is a great feeling. Talking to Car is fun and now I realised I miss her atrocious comments, her way of talking, I miss imitating her and how she says things that should not be heard by the general public causing Van to shush her. So I just asked her how she was, and her reply, 'I'm surviving in this world.. I think' brought a huge grin to my face. I remember how easy it was to tell her 'hypothetical' situations and get her to comment and advise. She would present all points of view and was a great listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this cornerstone, this solid ground says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;this cornerstone, this solid ground says:&lt;br /&gt;what did u wear&lt;br /&gt;Carene says:&lt;br /&gt;a silk shirt black skirt&lt;br /&gt;this cornerstone, this solid ground says:&lt;br /&gt;i see&lt;br /&gt;Carene says:&lt;br /&gt;i looked pretty&lt;br /&gt;this cornerstone, this solid ground says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;this cornerstone, this solid ground says:&lt;br /&gt;dear u are so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-7884419368609459448?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7884419368609459448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=7884419368609459448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/7884419368609459448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/7884419368609459448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-will-come-to-you-in-silence.html' title='I will come to you in the silence'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-2880527718749056956</id><published>2008-04-11T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:57:43.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of love and donuts</title><content type='html'>The best donuts, in my humble opinion, are not from The Donut Factory or Munchy's. They are from POP DOH! (!!!) Located at Taka Foodcourt next to Venezia. Some of my favourites: Chocolate whirl (Great doh), Strawberry kiss (So pretty and clever), Cinnamon Apple (Lovely texture of cinnamon dusting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a novel 'Love Life' by Ray Kluun. It's a bestseller by word of mouth. The book seems to be an account of the author's past. Dan's wife Carmen has a type of inflammatory breast cancer which spreads to her liver. She lost a breast and when it got to her liver, the liver stopped functioning and 'sweated' so her stomach swelled and she had to get the fluid drained once a week (7.5 litres each time)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focus of the novel is how Dan practises 'alienation' (being less affectionate to his wife to protect himself from the future hurt when she dies), by being extremely unfilial to his wife. However, throughout the novel his grief is sharp and heartwrenching and it is one of the most moving love stories I have ever read. The most honest one, definitely. It is my first time reading about the actual process of euthanasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huis came over early this morning. She overcame her fear of Winter and even carried her! So an extremely proud-of-herself Huis and I brought my baby for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started on a movie today! Nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-2880527718749056956?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2880527718749056956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=2880527718749056956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/2880527718749056956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/2880527718749056956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-love-and-donuts.html' title='Of love and donuts'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-5340184616084953842</id><published>2008-03-27T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:22:20.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays</title><content type='html'>List of food I am currently craving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice Jelly with cocktail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garlic bread (maybe later! :) )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sushi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pastamania's Brocolli baked rice (oh yummy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;SN's chocolate banana toast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salad with fruit, prawn, crabmeat, roast chicken, mushroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahah okay maybe I'm just hungry. I'm currently reading a fantastic book about a clown- Pip McCabe, who is a clown doctor on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She dresses up as Dr Pippity and tells really funny jokes that make me laugh out loud, and her antics make the children happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday is SN funfair yay time for Fondued fruits! I remember the countless stickes I'd eat in the good old times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Played monopoly with the kids today and I went to jail 3 times before I even passed 'GO'. Most unfortunate and turn-off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-5340184616084953842?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5340184616084953842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=5340184616084953842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/5340184616084953842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/5340184616084953842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/03/thursdays.html' title='Thursdays'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-4806817719192093020</id><published>2008-03-17T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T01:24:41.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever will be, will be</title><content type='html'>These days I find it much harder to express myself with words, as compared to the past. Maybe it's cos the dramatic Lit lessons with Ms Sushila have ended or maybe it's cos these days I don't reflect much. About my values and beliefs, which is why I find it so difficult to type the 500 words from my heart. And also cos I have not read newspapers or magazines for a long time. My daily reading material consist of a few chapters of chick lit and two to three chapters of the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a sleepy fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is my self-declared off-week to just stay home and have long breakfasts, photocopy all those certs, watch movies, put the words that are swimming around somewhere on paper (but first I have to find them) and finish all the apps. If Winter is good, I may be un-lazy enough to put on running shoes and play catching with her in the park. Baby I know you are excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so quiet that I can hear my thoughts. Very random ones too, like is there a perfect friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-4806817719192093020?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4806817719192093020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=4806817719192093020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/4806817719192093020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/4806817719192093020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/03/whatever-will-be-will-be.html' title='Whatever will be, will be'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-49602794995416499</id><published>2008-03-06T19:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:29:37.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victorious one</title><content type='html'>A thin line (or more precisely), a narrow road, separates two worlds. On one side of the road is the everyday Singapore scene, with its tall buildings. On the other lays a world not before known to me, until last night, with its crazy traffic and quaint restaurants. Huis and my little field trip to what I imagine India is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that made us grin at each other in excitement.... Seeing some really huge things like Rittersports chocolate the size of my palm. It made me feel like I was in Giantland. And while Carrefour has maybe one or two rows of shelves dedicated to chocolate, this place has seven. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Naz for introducing me to this A-Z place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a housecall with Dr Kang this week. It made me think that life and death are so close, that perhaps no one really knows where life ends and death begins. Or in the religious sense, when death (suffering) ends, and life begins. We only have the medical definition. But what about the meaningful version? When one is in a coma, unable to do anything but breathe, with one's blood pressure slipping to a seemingly inevitable zero, maybe the very essence of the person is already somewhere else. Yet, I still felt my chest tighten, the urgency to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I think my wisdom teeth are emerging on the left, and it hurts. I can feel them trying to break the skin of my gums and be born. I do not want less space, and more teeth to brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to have my delicious meal of Bacon and Yam Rice, homecooked with love by my darling grandma. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to trust You implicitly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-49602794995416499?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/49602794995416499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=49602794995416499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/49602794995416499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/49602794995416499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/03/victorious-one.html' title='Victorious one'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-3330653381467155136</id><published>2008-02-25T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:48:23.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>Almost done with Shopaholic &amp;amp; Baby now and I'm down with tonsilitis. It's my second time and thanks to Dr Kang, this time I do not need any shots on my butt and no puking in elevators as well! The grossest part pf tonsilitis is the brown/red phlegm (consisting of whatever tissue) eew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the prettiest shirt that I bought shopping with Huis the other day, I can't wait to wear it! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-3330653381467155136?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3330653381467155136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=3330653381467155136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/3330653381467155136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/3330653381467155136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/02/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-3400557574670226179</id><published>2008-02-22T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:25:57.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The corners of my mind</title><content type='html'>I love Gloria Jean's Creme Brulee and I love Jane Green and the Shopaholic series (yes, I am a bit slow.) Also, I love watching movies (Vanessa is it my turn to borrow more yet being your most loved!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss Enen, so happy to see her yesterday! Pls buy me some soft mochi Taiwan snacks! (: Naz told me her love story and gosh it's incredibly unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm sick so no work for me.. but it feels terrible shivering under my blanket the entire night and waking up with cramps. At least I have the company of Becky Bloomwood. I need to stock up on Serrazyme, Decold and Synflex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to tomorrow. NUH and Mustafa Centre here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this area of my life was perfect. But it isn't, afterall. And I do feel really disappointed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-3400557574670226179?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3400557574670226179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=3400557574670226179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/3400557574670226179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/3400557574670226179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/02/corners-of-my-mind.html' title='The corners of my mind'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-8848965495577422857</id><published>2008-02-03T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:50:37.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be not afraid, I go before you always</title><content type='html'>Met up with Armyboyx Tinz yesterday and I could not recognise him! Beneath a cap and a much darker skin tone, plus a sort of marching swing of his arms when he walks. Good Shepherd Cathedral was nice and airy, and had a very soothing effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-8848965495577422857?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8848965495577422857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=8848965495577422857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8848965495577422857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8848965495577422857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/02/be-not-afraid-i-go-before-you-always.html' title='Be not afraid, I go before you always'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-1994716148634326882</id><published>2008-02-01T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:17:41.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I say a little prayer for you</title><content type='html'>Explaining how Phenexpect works to a patient's mother (causing Naz to be proud of me haha), preparing a nebulizer for a patient, assisting Dr Kang in a minor surgery, a dressing for an adorable girl with a banged up chin, an armpit packed dressing for a man with Polio, a toe dressing for a man who had an ingrowned toenail, dispensing medicine, enjoying the atmosphere without Primrose, dreaming too far about REV clinic in the future, watching Enen sneak of to eat yu qiu and sa pao niao, listening to Naz hum her usual tune as she typed and calling me Mangco..... That was my rather eventful and happy last day, yesterday. I'll still be working nights but it won't be the same. I am a locum now. Saving these memories here for later miss it already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I had the luxury of waking up at 2pm and eating slowly. And collecting Tin's present, borrowing books, shopping for earrings and junk food, reading and watching Tv. The 7 o'clock show is getting more exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I seem to have lots of time on my hands. Lord, help me to make You the centre of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-1994716148634326882?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1994716148634326882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=1994716148634326882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1994716148634326882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1994716148634326882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-say-little-prayer-for-you.html' title='I say a little prayer for you'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-3731046772183219291</id><published>2008-01-28T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:16:11.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Called to serve</title><content type='html'>Amidst the routine of working life, there are happy moments, when I learn the purpose of a nebulizer, when Dr Henry sprouts stockbrokers and bankers nonsense, when a patient tells me that I bandaged her up really nicely, when I see adorable twin babies both crying but so differently, when Naz looks so much like cute Jumbo, when Enen told me the story of the doctors who erased their names (Hahaha), when I think about Batam. Soon this routine will be replaced by another and I can't wait for the new experiences! Huis I'm sure you can't wait too have you RSVPed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-3731046772183219291?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3731046772183219291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=3731046772183219291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/3731046772183219291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/3731046772183219291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/01/called-to-serve.html' title='Called to serve'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-1286934592438987773</id><published>2008-01-04T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:03:31.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make my year</title><content type='html'>Confused, hungry, tired, anxious, sad, anticipating...... all at once. Sad cos I'm gonna miss Enen Aimee Jackie and Dr Kang's wisdom and sense of humour and Dr Loh's talks and dress sense. No more primrosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my tiny problems solved though thanks to Optifree and Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could quit my job, take a break and go to some faraway land, preferably a lovely deserted island where I can reflect on the past 18.6 years of my life, find myself again (seemed to have lost Val somewhere) and come to a conclusion on what my calling truly is and what God had planned for me to do for the rest of my life. And I'd love to volunteer and make friends with little kids, and try to better their lives a little if they happen to be sick kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such an adult decision, and I feel like I need maybe, five more years to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I stop thinking about it, it will simply pop up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-1286934592438987773?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1286934592438987773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=1286934592438987773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1286934592438987773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1286934592438987773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2008/01/make-my-year.html' title='Make my year'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-8293037203988786192</id><published>2007-12-26T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:45:28.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall on your knees</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda bluuuueeeeee tonight.  Managed to pass on my cough to most of my family. Broke my part of the pact with Jen not to sin that sin. Tomorrow. Failed to give You a present, or even any time after the first hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, not a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry Lord for the thing I've made it, when it's all about You, it's all about You Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-8293037203988786192?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8293037203988786192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=8293037203988786192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8293037203988786192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8293037203988786192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/12/fall-on-your-knees.html' title='Fall on your knees'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-1315156012030420967</id><published>2007-12-22T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T22:55:57.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An eternal moment</title><content type='html'>It is my greatest honour to serve You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day that I will remember. A nosey-parker-all mixed-in-hope-no-one's-eavesdropping conversation that I will remember.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-1315156012030420967?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1315156012030420967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=1315156012030420967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1315156012030420967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1315156012030420967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/12/eternal-moment.html' title='An eternal moment'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-8081001626713220838</id><published>2007-12-18T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:12:01.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Viral upper respiratory tract infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm down with, boo. Actually it's just a fancy name for inflamed throat and cough haha. So, MC tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learnt about ear syringing, anaemia requiring blood transfusion and pills to delay menses. And I went to two banks to ask miscellaneous questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-8081001626713220838?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8081001626713220838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=8081001626713220838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8081001626713220838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8081001626713220838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/12/viral-upper-respiratory-tract-infection.html' title=''/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-635862967208661634</id><published>2007-12-17T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T21:46:17.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Altogether lovely</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Sg! Trip was wonderfully misty (: Loved the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had an open wound surgery on her thumb today. A huge ball of bugs (Dr Loh's term) grew due to her obsessive peeling of skin there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover was fun too. As usual, I was first to fall asleep. The stuffed tomatoes (with sour plum) and the pineapple rice were yummy. I bet Huis the aspiring baker/cook was super inspired. Shopping was unsuccessful, I bought a grand total of 8......... hairties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point today I felt disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At another point today I wondered where my self control had taken off to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of closeness we shared, how my heart turns brave with you, the security and warm love that only you could give and the faith that you have great plans in store for me. Lord, grant me the gift of resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light of the world, You step down into darkness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opened my eyes let me see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty that made this heart adore you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope of a life spent with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here I am to worship,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am to bow down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am to say that you're my God,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're altogether lovely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Altogether worthy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Altogether wonderful to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never know how much it cost to see my sin upon that cross.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-635862967208661634?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/635862967208661634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=635862967208661634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/635862967208661634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/635862967208661634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/12/altogether-lovely.html' title='Altogether lovely'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-1227530681978903795</id><published>2007-12-05T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:18:36.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me close</title><content type='html'>Each day I take an evening nap like a little old lady, and I enter the world of sweet darkness faster than you can count till 60. Each night I go out like a lamplight as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my basic routine is wake up bathe dress breakfast work evening nap dinner bathe sleep. And the cycle repeats. The result is a painful left big toe, tense and aching back muscles, weight loss. However, I did 2 basic screenings (involves eye test), and one pregnancy test, and assisted with an ECG and watched a horrific wound dressing today. (: Tomorrow I'd actually have to do one myself so Lord, help me to place those suckles correctly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-1227530681978903795?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1227530681978903795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=1227530681978903795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1227530681978903795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1227530681978903795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/12/hold-me-close.html' title='Hold me close'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-8206241241961302807</id><published>2007-12-04T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:33:38.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me a servant</title><content type='html'>Make me a servant, humble and meek&lt;br /&gt;Lord let me lift up those who are weak&lt;br /&gt;And may the light of my life always be&lt;br /&gt;Make me a servant, make me a servant, make me a servant today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-8206241241961302807?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8206241241961302807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=8206241241961302807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8206241241961302807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/8206241241961302807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/12/make-me-servant-humble-and-meek-lord.html' title='Make me a servant'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-4858912535597312884</id><published>2007-12-03T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T19:30:46.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy heart</title><content type='html'>Today is the saddest day in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who will ask me if I'm doing okay, who's going to teach me all the little things and help me shift the bottles? Who will smile and make everything brighter for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Khairul.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will we do without you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-4858912535597312884?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4858912535597312884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=4858912535597312884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/4858912535597312884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/4858912535597312884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/12/heavy-heart.html' title='Heavy heart'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-2498160203513609621</id><published>2007-11-29T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:40:38.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Dhoby Whiskers</title><content type='html'>When I gather you in my arms, happiness is mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-2498160203513609621?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2498160203513609621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=2498160203513609621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/2498160203513609621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/2498160203513609621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/11/mr-dhoby-whiskers.html' title='Mr Dhoby Whiskers'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-5983679080563836551</id><published>2007-11-24T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:29:51.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lobster</title><content type='html'>Happy day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of dangerous driver Eliz, of grand plans, of a funny waiter, of 'xi nu ai le' and 'I'm in love' pictures, of potential coupledom, of friends. Of playing the funniest water game (aside from Capsize croc)- this is Travel on Balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early day tomorrow. Time to bathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D, I hope everything is okay at your end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-5983679080563836551?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5983679080563836551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=5983679080563836551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/5983679080563836551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/5983679080563836551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/11/lobster.html' title='Lobster'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-7423037755589926969</id><published>2007-11-23T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:50:36.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus wept.</title><content type='html'>My godparents are here now and they are so funny!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: 26th, 27th got hotel room, 28th don't have, 29th and the rest have&lt;br /&gt;Godma: Aiyo then sleep on the street ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha ok, maybe it's not that funny but her expression. The A's have come and gone, and I thank you Jesus so much for being with me through each and every paper. Now with the glorious 9 months spread in front of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted is reeeally gooood! (Except for the bimbo parts) But I loved (lovedlovedloved!!) the fairytale effect! The movie's like a fairytale and a chick flick mix. Shopping today was quite successful yay, and I can't wait to get nice and brown and can't wait for internship to start heh I'm quite excited. Except for corporate clothes shopping had a taste of it already I wish Vanessa'd just do my shopping for me. And can't wait to see SN friends and bake with the girl who bakes yummmmy oatmeal raisin and chocolate cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one piece of the puzzle missing though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-7423037755589926969?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7423037755589926969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=7423037755589926969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/7423037755589926969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/7423037755589926969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/11/jesus-wept.html' title='Jesus wept.'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-6617250513930353961</id><published>2007-09-22T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:31:35.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the best</title><content type='html'>Huis asked me, what is Navy (title of previous post)? hehe, indeed, it is not only navy, but chocolate and sunshine. I am sure no one knows what I'm talking about, unless Tin is exceptionally and unexpectedly perceptive cos I think I've mentioned it to him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updating since someone commented that my blog's still talking about jellyfish heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be great to have someone like Chef Gustaev to encourage you when you feel trapped and see no hole to freedom. Then again, he is but a figment of Remy's imagination. I suppose all of us do have our own versions of Gustaev. two bouts of uncontrollable laughter last night, and more, the first when Little Chef drove Linguini crazy, and the second on our way home the funniest joke ever that made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with the two of them is really fun (haha you guys must be so pleased reading this), Jen's priceless expressions and Huis' unmentionables. hahaha like the muffin. I really like Rose tea. Anws am looking forward to the cooking swimming movie plus shopping! And can't wait to get to ecp with my prelims columnmates to work off some of the whatever mom seems to think I've gained on my face (!) that makes me look like her mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Specialest thanks&lt;/em&gt; to my No 3, Tinsum (ie, Handsome Tin). hahah flattered ya? for repeating DNA seqences ten times, saying hi in that tone, always being willing to help, all that nonsense about Ultimate Question, thanks for all the little and bigger than little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay can't wait to get new phone and shop after mom's done with work, yes, I'm sitting here clad in her new huge brown jacket with cool sleeves, speaking of phones hope Tin's deleted those photos I took of myself in Sakae haha oh dearr. After Prelims is great, I even feel super helpful enough to help my sis with all sorts of chem math ss questions... haha no la, I am like that everyday, helping her to spot Tungsten on the Periodic Table as she insists she's inspected every element tsktsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-6617250513930353961?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6617250513930353961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=6617250513930353961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/6617250513930353961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/6617250513930353961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-best.html' title='All the best'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-2661454884799236670</id><published>2007-07-18T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:27:39.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Navy</title><content type='html'>Nothing is like two bowls of garlic chilli porridge with pork and jellyfish and latte bought when you went shopping with your grandma, after a long school day. This is home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-2661454884799236670?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2661454884799236670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=2661454884799236670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/2661454884799236670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/2661454884799236670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/07/navy.html' title='Navy'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-6609949357603091990</id><published>2007-05-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:20:46.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I lost your love</title><content type='html'>'I got med.' I didn't know that seeing these 3 words would affect me so much that my heartbeat'd accelerate and I'd experience the rush of emotions that I did. For a moment I wished that that was me. But is that really what I want? How about my love for writing, for art, my interest in the human mind, the media and perhaps even Econs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a crazy week. Feels like I've just been on a wild ride with the ups downs and the tumbles. A constant in my life is gone and this has left me lost, searching- for the answer, the reason, the solution, the fairness of it all. Has it been inevitable? Has it been long time coming? Am I unworthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain has not been acute, but it was blinding. Still I am holding out for hope against hope but what chances does it stand? For a long time, I have been noting in my subconscience, all the obvious and subtle changes and I'm sad to realise and I feel choked when I answered a question that Van asked, because my answer wasn't what it should be!! This is a commitment that we made and I had every reason to believe that forever was possible. I could see us in the future. I could see how like then we'd still be. I'd still love that pressure on my forehead, the chin tickle and shaking fats. Maybe that did make you angry but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceteris paribus, friendship never ends. Relationships end, but not friendships. Especially not one that I treasured everytime I looked at you, with every one of your smiles for me. Does the ceteris assumption not hold for us? Is that insufficient? Have I truly been wrong? Why didn't our long talk resolve things? When did I stop being one of the apples of your eye? Will it ever be the same again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-6609949357603091990?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6609949357603091990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=6609949357603091990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/6609949357603091990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/6609949357603091990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-i-lost-your-love.html' title='When I lost your love'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-1870112464117591426</id><published>2007-04-29T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T13:47:27.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ave Maria</title><content type='html'>Today's a really strange day. I couldn't remember my password or username for this blog! and Winter my love bit me! for the first time there was a speck of blood and some swelling. I wish I could convince mom to switch to another groomer as this one might possibly be the cause of Winter's weird behaviour upon return but she insists that Winnie's just feeling different without her hair. anyway now she looks like a poodle instead of a maltese cos the hairstylist kept the hair on her ears and tail long!! hahaha so she looks mighty strange. and my mom made me damn pissed by feeding the yolk that I didn't eat to her, drenched in soy mind you. &gt;:( I'll make sure I throw everything away before she gets a chance next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-1870112464117591426?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1870112464117591426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=1870112464117591426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1870112464117591426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/1870112464117591426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/ave-maria.html' title='Ave Maria'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-4263567262974117819</id><published>2007-03-28T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:17:39.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumble, low and delightful</title><content type='html'>For spontaneity, 9 points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janiceeeeeee where are you!! I've been waiting for you for an hour babe! Haha 15 mins more, and you're gonna understand the international community all by yourself. &gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-4263567262974117819?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4263567262974117819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=4263567262974117819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/4263567262974117819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/4263567262974117819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/03/rumble-low-and-delightful.html' title='Rumble, low and delightful'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-5013717768029045596</id><published>2007-03-18T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:17:33.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E</title><content type='html'>for Exasperated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-5013717768029045596?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5013717768029045596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=5013717768029045596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/5013717768029045596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/5013717768029045596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/03/e.html' title='E'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-2722810129056020472</id><published>2007-03-17T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:25:30.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issac</title><content type='html'>Three weeks without the Saturday gang. Today was really fun! With Suyu offering me her white crysanthemum tea (yum!) when I said the cup smells funny and I feel like drinking green tea, the embarrassing topic, small boy, smart boy mumbling to himself, talking about *, Law look-alike and the cutest of all Issac!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I like my new neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: A sweet little man with a cute accent. Never fails to wave when I leave/enter the house.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: 'Meimei, bananas for you.' (:&lt;br /&gt;Sons: Seen only ~twice. Haha therefore, no comments!&lt;br /&gt;Son's girlfriend: Seen once from the back. Not bad! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I can't go for their housewarming tmrw cos I got a date with my long time buddies. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-2722810129056020472?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2722810129056020472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=2722810129056020472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/2722810129056020472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/2722810129056020472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/03/issac.html' title='Issac'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-601231278630147294</id><published>2007-03-16T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:49:37.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incy-wincy</title><content type='html'>It's like that time I saw the images of blood. How I wanted to be able to help in any way, but God, did you give me the ability to counsel? This time, it seems to be harder by far. There is some sort of a sticky web, I don't see the whole picture cos it's partly covered by those messy fine lines. I'm sorry, for all the times I failed- tried but failed, and failed to try. If one has shunned you Lord, will you still love him as your child? Okay, I know the answer is yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a night like this, when I'm so mixed-up, but not exactly confused, I know I'm not big enough, or wise enough to know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this recurring dream that's so far from reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-601231278630147294?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/601231278630147294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=601231278630147294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/601231278630147294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/601231278630147294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-like-that-time-i-saw-images-of.html' title='Incy-wincy'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-117185774833329467</id><published>2007-02-19T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T12:21:22.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna watch Paris, Je T'aime and French Bean! Haha but mom wants me to watch Norbit with her. She has a sneaky plan to help my sis sneak in as well, since the movie's NC16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really good when I sit on the pew that my late grandpa donated in St Anne's Church. It's one of the few tangible things that tell of his journey and once-upon-a-time existence on this Earth, apart from the shared memories and the stories. I still remember the first new year without you, going to offer oranges to you in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong xi fa cai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-117185774833329467?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/117185774833329467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=117185774833329467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/117185774833329467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/117185774833329467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wanna-watch-paris-je-taime-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-117163479734755208</id><published>2007-02-16T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:14:04.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai wo, ai wo, shen ni ge la</title><content type='html'>SSEF, CT1 and J1 camp collide. haha, Happy mugger CNY to me. Congrats Bf on your high achievements! hahaha cheers to our wonderful rats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the familiar SN compound today, I felt really grateful to know that I can still tell Jen little snippets in comfortable trust. The highlight was when my junior Jaslene spotted me and her face broke into a huge grin. Hehe she then made many excited noises and rushed over to me with her class staring in surprise. Hahaha it's been so long since I've seen that girl! :D It's a really nice feeling to know someone misses you this much and to chat happily with the drink stall man. I'm glad SN is on her rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blading with Zilu Jiayun Lisabelle and Tin was fun too! Hehe I can finally blade independently though I've yet to conquer my fear of the seemingly mountainous humps! Zilu is such a pro for a first timer! I wanna visit her in China and learn to play ice hockey. Learnt a new phrase from Lisabelle- Ich liebe dich. Hehe I really wonder how it sounds when someone says that to you right, as in with the correct stress on whichever word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-117163479734755208?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/117163479734755208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=117163479734755208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/117163479734755208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/117163479734755208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/02/ai-wo-ai-wo-shen-ni-ge-la.html' title='Ai wo, ai wo, shen ni ge la'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-117126698957571711</id><published>2007-02-12T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:56:29.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>This hypothetical situation, I'm glad it's happening to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have this bubbling inside you, and the effervescence keeps gurgling and it's all you can do to keep it in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-117126698957571711?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/117126698957571711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=117126698957571711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/117126698957571711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/117126698957571711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/02/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-117110997712469199</id><published>2007-02-10T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:19:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So say goodbye for just a while</title><content type='html'>So many people have loved and lost recently. I felt really forlorn as I looked at the procession and after, as I listened to you speak of your late mother, showing us the pictures of her peaceful end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, honey mustard with ham is yummy! I had a weird dream last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-117110997712469199?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/117110997712469199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=117110997712469199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/117110997712469199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/117110997712469199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-say-goodbye-for-just-while.html' title='So say goodbye for just a while'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-117016841673066780</id><published>2007-01-30T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:49:30.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't read you</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I want to go to a beautiful beach, stand on the breakwater and shout yell scream to my heart's content. Not that I'm feeling down. This is just what I feel like doing. Please break the monotony of school life for me, you! Perhaps I'm feeling so dreary cos I don't take those interesting subjects with funny teachers anymore. Lit and history, I miss you so! Maybe I'm more of an Arts person than I thought. Thinking about losing my only break tmrw to see some teacher makes me feel worse! Haha oh please don't ask me silly questions that I can't answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, maybe I'm a tiny bit stressed. I don't really have anything in particular to stress over. Except that I found myself eating a tad much today. Haha 3 packets of tomato potato biscuits, coffee and icecream cake at one go. Not that there's anything wrong with my big snacks but this week I have been sleeping more than usual and feeling more lethargic too! haha this is really contradictory and senseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw NYDC with Bf! And Friday's JTS! At least I've got these to look forward to (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-117016841673066780?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/117016841673066780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=117016841673066780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/117016841673066780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/117016841673066780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-read-you.html' title='Can&apos;t read you'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-116990999299114088</id><published>2007-01-27T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:13:36.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>I am going crazy. the Econs essay I have just written sounds crazy and this thing that I've just seen makes me so hsuoaywiskuspsdiwque ROAR!!! I wish I hadn't seen it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does this have to happen to me now and how do I make it disappear, or better yet solve it? star predictions are so totally untrue. in fact, they are a mockery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116990999299114088?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/116990999299114088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=116990999299114088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116990999299114088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116990999299114088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/01/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-116971731337828057</id><published>2007-01-25T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:28:33.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even so quickly may one catch the plague?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="1.5.294"&gt;I do I know not what, and fear to find&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1.5.295"&gt;Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1.5.296"&gt;Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1.5.297"&gt;What is decreed must be, and be this so.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116971731337828057?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/116971731337828057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=116971731337828057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116971731337828057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116971731337828057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/01/even-so-quickly-may-one-catch-plague.html' title='Even so quickly may one catch the plague?'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-116935831450014632</id><published>2007-01-21T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:45:14.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is the answer</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a great day! we went to the Singapore Autism School and held a fun fair for the kids there. my kid Eason was adorable! he loved blowing balloons and being tickled by a feather and making me chase him haha. it was a really meaningful experience. I hope he's gonna have tonnes of fun with all the toys his daddy bought. thank you God, for blessing him with a patient loving dad. please don't ever let him give up on himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the fun fair I met my SN soccer buddy Charissa! haha I remember it was us the mighty defenders against Dodo the super agressive player. there relaxing under the hot sun on the pitch, it seemed like there was nothing we couldn't talk about. now I remember how she listened and made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to play badminton tmrw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116935831450014632?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/116935831450014632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=116935831450014632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116935831450014632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116935831450014632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-is-answer.html' title='Love is the answer'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-116920944097318227</id><published>2007-01-19T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:02:06.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><content type='html'>Oh baby when you talk like that&lt;br /&gt;You make a woman go mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116920944097318227?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/116920944097318227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=116920944097318227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116920944097318227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116920944097318227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/01/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-116877121375668278</id><published>2007-01-14T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:48:59.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4946/3017/400/673617/jessica%20alba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jessica Alba is so pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4946/3017/400/662541/albaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and hot too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4946/3017/400/804382/Wedding_Cake7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4946/3017/1600/213821/1998_Vera_Wang_Barbier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4946/3017/400/515075/1998_Vera_Wang_Barbier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Vera Wang Bridal Barbie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4946/3017/1600/647080/1999%20Millennium%20Bride%20Large%20s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4946/3017/400/560958/1999%2520Millennium%2520Bride%2520Large%2520s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Millenium Bridal Barbie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's getting married today!!! and probably going on a honeymoon tonight or tomorrow! I got so excited when I heard all the cars horning and saw the bridal car and all the relatives, and even more so when I saw the pretty bride in her pretty gown with a long train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this what every girl dreams of? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116877121375668278?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/116877121375668278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=116877121375668278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116877121375668278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116877121375668278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-beautiful.html' title='Hey Beautiful'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-116818336216281206</id><published>2007-01-07T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:22:42.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the wound is an old one.&lt;br /&gt;the blood is fresh.&lt;br /&gt;the hurt is bitter.&lt;br /&gt;the pain is hell.&lt;br /&gt;the tears are useless.&lt;br /&gt;the scene replays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116818336216281206?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/116818336216281206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=116818336216281206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116818336216281206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116818336216281206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/01/wound-is-old-one.html' title=''/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-116772291687380143</id><published>2007-01-02T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:04:25.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAME GAME!</title><content type='html'>A- You have a very good personality and looks&lt;br /&gt;B- You like people.&lt;br /&gt;C- You're wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;D- You have one of the best personalities ever.&lt;br /&gt;E- Damn good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;F- People adore you.&lt;br /&gt;G- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H- You are charming.&lt;br /&gt;I- You have a fine ass&lt;br /&gt;J- Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;K- You are really silly&lt;br /&gt;L- you live to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;M-one to have fun&lt;br /&gt;N- You are dead sexy and one of the best in bed&lt;br /&gt;O- You like to curse alot.&lt;br /&gt;P- You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q- You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R- One of the best damn bf/gf anyone one could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;S- You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;T- You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;U- Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;V- You are not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;W- You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y- Fcukin Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Z- Always ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so I am...&lt;br /&gt;V- You are not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;A- You have a very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;L- you live to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;E- Damn good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;R- One of the best damn bf/gf anyone could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;I-You have a fine ass&lt;br /&gt;E- Damn good kisser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116772291687380143?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/116772291687380143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=116772291687380143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116772291687380143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116772291687380143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2007/01/name-game.html' title='NAME GAME!'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-116671378952429929</id><published>2006-12-21T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:23:40.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the season</title><content type='html'>I think this is what Christmas is about. spending time with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, furniture shopping is almost done! there is so much left to do- bookshelves to clear to throw, bag to buy, Christmas cards (!!!) why does this happen to me every year!! it's already the 21st! and the presents, oh God the presents. haha I have already decided to give carolling tmrw a miss in light of the gifts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116671378952429929?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/116671378952429929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=116671378952429929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116671378952429929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116671378952429929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-season.html' title='for the season'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-116602528365096093</id><published>2006-12-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:25:08.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good old days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'There was dear VALERIE chiang ci yun. If we remained in the same classes and had more time, we could have become the bestest bestest friends ever. We clicked damn well and when lee chun seng wanted to change our seats, we even went to beg him 4 times and gave lame reasons like : oh we feel like we're sisters! and that we can look after each others belongings in case it gets stolen'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha dear CHARISSA ong miaosy, seriously forgot your chinese name! whoops haha anw this girl made my day (:&lt;br /&gt;I rmb our prom talks on the first day of proper lessons in Sec 1 and the many acrylic hearts that she made for me and the wooden name thing was so nice! and she was super ticklish and super loyal! yeah, that was really touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw today has been mostly great. reconciliation session and caramel banana waffles with Jen TG (haha Jen hope you see this endearment!) and supper with Van and Justin too. so full! esp after the buffetS with Bf oh my. anw looking forward to premiere hehe ;) feels like I haven't had fun in such a long while due to the research eating up my hols. well thank you Lord for being the forgiving God that You are, and most of all for loving me. You have the most beautiful ways of showing me Your love, even with my lighted bathroom door with its cross design when I was crying my eyes out that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love You more than any other, so much more than anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116602528365096093?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/116602528365096093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=116602528365096093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116602528365096093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116602528365096093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-old-days.html' title='The good old days'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-116498956616902908</id><published>2006-12-01T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:12:46.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as I was walking home tonight, I felt like I have been in a sort of spiritual desert. or should I say spiritual iceland, in the spirit of a white Christmas. Spirit of God, set my heart on fire! fire that can blaze in sand or among icicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it seems strange when you rewatch the shots of the many episodes of your life and remember yourself laughing in the strangest feel of a novel experience on the early hours on New Year's Day, engaging in catfights that are anything but playful, and looking up at an exotic person's hands clasped for prayer each morning. it's amazing how different our lives all are, because of wealth, character and purpose. I'm reading a book about a lady who won the lottery- 60 million dollars. It's an intriguing read I must say, how her and her daughter's lives transform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday marks the first week of Advent! After another looong week at NTU staring intently at the parts of Sprague Dawley rats' hearts and admistering drugs, I am all ready to curl up in bed without a morning call! (: each weekday morning I have to jump out of bed when the music plays softly until the singer says 'what time is it!' haha so yay for me and Bf the weekend is here!! church and Feast Day dinner with Eliz tmrw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116498956616902908?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/116498956616902908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=116498956616902908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116498956616902908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116498956616902908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/12/as-i-was-walking-home-tonight-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-116443861035610153</id><published>2006-11-25T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:24:18.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter love</title><content type='html'>Winter is really such a baby. I have to keep helping her pull up her pink shorts and hug her when it's going to storm. I'm also her disciplinarian as she sometimes growls when she has to be pried away from my lap after having fallen asleep there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, this week has been burnt at NTU and I get to sleep in today at last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116443861035610153?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/116443861035610153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=116443861035610153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116443861035610153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/116443861035610153'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw happy birthday to you, fourteen going on ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure hope dear rat's vena cava survives the next time because my poor fingers can't take much more hooks making and i feel bad taking lives for nothing but a straight line across the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark chocolate roses are so romantic, especially when surrounded by candles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116282721769324694?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/116282721769324694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=116282721769324694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4946/3017/1600/cast.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4946/3017/400/cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4946/3017/1600/gar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4946/3017/400/gar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4946/3017/1600/notre.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4946/3017/400/notre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116270484393527416?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-116084009681986130</id><published>2006-10-14T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:26:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send someone to love me</title><content type='html'>These few days have been my lowest low but today's shopping spree lifted my spirits a little. well not exactly a spree as i got only one item. a few days ago i read Mist and Stone. it was about this boy who wanted to know that no matter how bad he was, no matter what he did, the people he loved would never give up on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is unfortunate that i can identify with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116084009681986130?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-116057431634565498</id><published>2006-10-11T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:26:14.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116057431634565498?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/116057431634565498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=116057431634565498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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time, so you're never really certain that you're right. what if you're wrong? what if your thinking is warped, then the course of your actions could be irreversibly damaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i have to pay for this. what about you, what about when you chucked me aside like an old dishrag for a brand new sponge? why did i have to soak up juice from the leftovers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was then that i learnt the importance of self, not shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a really great day and i am so thankful God gave me such wonderful friends. how i am assured that the Lord will take care of me is the reason i believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-116023919720599967?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/116023919720599967/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-115703455611665255</id><published>2006-08-31T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:31:41.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why does the sun go on shining?&lt;br /&gt;Why does the sea rush to shore?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-115703455611665255?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/115703455611665255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=115703455611665255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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E Adventure</title><content type='html'>it was painful but fun while it lasted, but glad it's gone cos no more jabs! i've got two blue-blacks and a big brown hole and two tiny holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i grow up, that's where i want to work. with the carpets, comfy cushy sofas, fancy equipment, nice nurses and books titled 'Goodbye Tonsils!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-115495864088903801?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/115495864088903801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=115495864088903801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115495864088903801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115495864088903801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/08/grand-mt-e-adventure.html' title='The Grand Mt. E Adventure'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-115332155822603463</id><published>2006-07-19T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:05:58.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun will shine one day</title><content type='html'>Winter is my favourite. she's so cute it melts my heart even on the worst of days. she gives me the happiest greetings that make me feel really missed. even though she drools too much when i eat chicken and causes me extreme pain when she steps on my ***** to give me a kiss and knocks my bones on a bone ache day like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said forever and a thousand other such things from the time we became great friends. am i so easily replaced? or was i never there in your hearts. i think maybe it's time to give up on this friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-115332155822603463?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/115332155822603463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=115332155822603463' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115332155822603463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115332155822603463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/07/sun-will-shine-one-day_19.html' title='The sun will shine one day'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-115322840703827895</id><published>2006-07-18T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:13:27.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Olivia</title><content type='html'>Oh Aguecheek!&lt;em&gt; ague&lt;/em&gt;=fever&lt;br /&gt;how clingy this hyperthermia is, and how i miss lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i miss my sweetie pies- rum chocolate, cherry garcia in dark chocolate, chocolate-covered strawberries, cheese fries... but i have a stupid bloated stomach that makes me feel like puking all the time. perhaps slight delirium is when you laugh at all your jokes about someone kind in the name of fun, though frequency is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun talking to Bf, Jen and Huis :B&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness it's my mom's birthday tmrw! alamak what am i to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please leave me Sir Andrew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-115322840703827895?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/115322840703827895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=115322840703827895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115322840703827895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115322840703827895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-olivia.html' title='Love, Olivia'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-115295286299226855</id><published>2006-07-15T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T16:41:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He makes all things beautiful in His time</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And I cling to the old rugged cross, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till my trophies at last I lay down;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll cling to the old rugged cross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and exchange it someday for a crown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of my dear Grandpa- 14 July 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-115295286299226855?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/115295286299226855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=115295286299226855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115295286299226855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115295286299226855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/07/he-makes-all-things-beautiful-in-his.html' title='He makes all things beautiful in His time'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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-28474363.post-115262457757023326</id><published>2006-07-11T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:31:11.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take all we start and spoil</title><content type='html'>tired! what with pw, comm serve, updating myself with the minutes, trying to be a good friend to my dears having bad days, receiving grades, thinking abt changi coast camp and falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thanks Justin for 'lobster soup'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-115262457757023326?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/115262457757023326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=115262457757023326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115262457757023326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115262457757023326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/07/take-all-we-start-and-spoil.html' title='Take all we start and spoil'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-115194355394612887</id><published>2006-07-04T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:19:13.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollies</title><content type='html'>i had a good day with tomyam spaghetti, pig skin, exciting chinese show, desperate housewives, raspberry cheesecake and my finally working broadband. time for white spa now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-115194355394612887?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/115194355394612887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=115194355394612887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115194355394612887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115194355394612887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/07/rollies.html' title='Rollies'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-115172107176353210</id><published>2006-07-01T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T04:19:28.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let your hair down</title><content type='html'>i feel really good today. maybe it was cos of the super creamy clam chowder, or cos i'm so free and looking forward to going out again and catching all the new movies- The Lakehouse, Scary Movie 4, Aquamarie (how to spell?), Superman and can't remember the other one! there bf, we can refer here if we forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, midyears are over and life is good once again. tmrw i'm going out with jen and maybe van and justin. yesterday was bf day and we caught Just My Luck which was really nice, i didn't fall asleep! some parts were hilarious and the masquerade thing was way cool. chocolate-covered strawberries are yummy. we brought me to Chinatown for the first time in my life (that i can remember) and  ate dimsum. and bought LOTS OF presents too. i tried the chicken parmesan from subway at last and it was disappointing. met up with vanessa after that, and we walked around with her body aches lol but then i had no money left and could only critically comment on her choice of clothes haha. but that was my first shopping trip with my new friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many pics of me on my mom's desk :/ one of them is not bad, i'm smiling properly but the other shows my hair sticking out everywhere and the worst one is of me with Grace and Gary (my godsibs) and Jeanette and my sis. ugh i'm wearing a weird dress, we're at Sentosa with four seals surrounding us. oh my goodness there baby me is, i am huge and fat with my square head and big cheeks. this song is nice. oh that night i heard Unfaithful and i liked it! Singapore Idol is getting more exciting. i'm supporting Jay! i think i have a weakness for people who sing Clay Aiken's songs haha. but i think he sings well and so does Gayle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i was rummaging through my drawers and i came across 3 poems that i wrote once. haha it was so long ago and they brought back some feelings. it's only 10:16 i have no idea what i'm going to do until 5! i already have some blisters from the heels. shall go play games later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-115172107176353210?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/115172107176353210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=115172107176353210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115172107176353210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115172107176353210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-your-hair-down.html' title='Let your hair down'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-115038055350521289</id><published>2006-06-15T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:09:14.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I've ever meant</title><content type='html'>It's not insomnia, it's more of an addiction, a greed, a mind i cannot seem to contain. it begins with two cups of coffee in the late of night and the self-assurance of bridging the gap of sisterhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday's soeul garden with the pre-u sem people was good though it was only the 6 of us. after dinner we had a romantic stroll to clarke quay. one of the things that give me a strange seemingly-childhood pleasure is crossing a bridge. i love doing that! for me, it was some time to chill out and it was really relaxing with all those colourful balls lol. the lights the water the music of ripples and of contented people whispering, the night was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sgp idol was full of feel even i got all hyped up watching it on my beanbag!&lt;br /&gt;today i watched the chinese show and i could see myself in that man, he put in words a bunch of feelings that often coarse through me in an uncomprehensible language. often there seems to be too many expectations, but there's only so much of me. it wears me down tires me out yet the onus always seems to fall on me. last night Jay sang Air Supply's Goodbye. i heard him sing about so many different people in one song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to let you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to lead you on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to hold you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From where you might belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-115038055350521289?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/115038055350521289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=115038055350521289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115038055350521289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/115038055350521289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-ive-ever-meant.html' title='All I&apos;ve ever meant'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-114986652422935606</id><published>2006-06-09T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:22:08.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In other words i love you</title><content type='html'>Isn't it strange how my tea are nothing but pure powder at first? there's the coffee powder and the sugar, and the mash potato before it transforms magically into mash potato. by the way, my sister bathes as often as Winter (she shamelessly admitted this today) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book i've been reading, Baby on Board is ending. as i read it i can't help comparing and noting subtle differences between the fiction and personal reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop my terrible habits, or what i call my remote luxuries, of having those suppers and keeping terrible hours. HAHAHA i have just typed a very very funny joke online in Van's MSN window. and she went 'whoa haha' here's great proof of my ability to tell funny jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had loads of money now, i'd go buy xiao long baos for supper, that fossil handbag, more toys for Best Friend and the &lt;em&gt;metal&lt;/em&gt; house, yummy Extremely Chocolatey Mini Rings, bananas, those chocolate marshmallows for Justin, xiao long baos for Van as well, and the Fly me to the Moon CD and the comfy space type bed and pillows! oh oh and &lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; perfume. it's &lt;em&gt;The Orchid&lt;/em&gt;. by the way, never, NEVER rub your perfume in! this is what i have learnt from Christophe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-114986652422935606?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/114986652422935606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=114986652422935606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/114986652422935606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/114986652422935606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-other-words-i-love-you.html' title='In other words i love you'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-114969331553875183</id><published>2006-06-07T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:15:15.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink-tinted glasses</title><content type='html'>today was a fantabulous day. in the morning i had time for a rushed cup of coffee and pepper crab mashed potato. and then was the surprise! pool was fun and so was our big lunch. met Charissa i haven't seen her for the longest time! anyway have fun in UK, Justin, but do not buy keychains that cost above S$15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was an IG and went all by myself for a haircut. they served chinese tea! the hairdresser heard about my plans for the day so she took her time cutting my hair (strand by strand, she said) lol so the haircut lasted for over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Sammi for tea and dinner. tsk with Pizza Hut, Coffeebean and Pepper Lunch all in a day! it was really relaxing watching her fascinated with toys and then buying Curious George and Spin-spin, trying on tops and cooking our dinner. anyway my wallet's empty now and i still have to contribute to Huis' Ipod Video fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week will be the start of the Cancer research/Infomatics project. tomorrow the catching up on this semester's work begins. but there's Pre-U Sem outing to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amongst many i have lots of freedom. but perhaps a little more would be good. this sounds like a typical Cheryl entry. what i feel like doing now is swimming! anyway i've been really happy this past week, with all my late night/early morning suppers with myself (unless my sis crashes it). solitude is a rare luxury. this is strangely sounding like my previous post. am i tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-114969331553875183?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/114969331553875183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=114969331553875183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/114969331553875183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/114969331553875183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/06/pink-tinted-glasses_07.html' title='Pink-tinted glasses'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-114943472479024691</id><published>2006-06-04T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:25:24.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At least there's a chance</title><content type='html'>hehe i've been happy for two days just cos of that. i feel like Van seriously, such little things always put a smile on her face for rather long periods of time. however, i can't help feeling a little disappointed. i should have kept that tiny thread attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm thankful i've got such a great Bf she knows i'm a little bit sad and here's what she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wears a broken heart on your sleeve says:&lt;br /&gt;what wld you like from me?&lt;br /&gt;who wears a broken heart on your sleeve says:&lt;br /&gt;a dish? a present? a msg? tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're &lt;em&gt;the best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she's busy drawing all sorts of pirates to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway recalling all my attractions so far including that drink stall young guy and a certain humans teacher, as well as someone's crush on a rapid-talking chinese teacher (i must say i'm in awe too), hmmm then there was a really wise and sweet someone i looked up too when i was rather impressionable, the Mark Chay we squealed about, Oliver James (i love his voice surrounding the theater!), also Gab and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play charades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway Bryan, if you're reading this, Happy Birthday again! i must be first and last to wish you, huh ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was a free rider. i walked past Wasabi Japanese Restaurant and the scents and pleasing aroma was yummy! speaking of this, i should get down to clearing my room and doing some work really soon. let's not spoil the mood now. ooh i remember i was crazy about Aaron Carter for a really short period of time when i was in Sec 1/2 and he was on my wall where i could see him everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a haircut soon, but it'll still be long. someone just asked "oh yes how's your pimples" tsk roar i know they were huge, about the largest ones ever but that was cos i had to use a facial foam that didn't suit my skin cos the normal one was all used up! anyway it's really great to get a break from school, a break fromeverything i enjoy sitting in front of the com typing lots of random stuff just for the luxury of it, this opportunity that time rarely presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-114943472479024691?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/114943472479024691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=114943472479024691' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/114943472479024691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/114943472479024691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/06/at-least-theres-chance.html' title='At least there&apos;s a chance'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28474363.post-114933267910486683</id><published>2006-06-03T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T19:11:07.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me, Princess, now when did you last let your heart decide</title><content type='html'>woke up at my latest for a long time today- 5pm. pre-u sem was great fun once we got to know each other better and singing those songs made us sad to leave. truth or dare, charades and polar bear on the last night was fun though we didn't have macs delievery after all. listening to Bryan sing and the gay duet was hilarious. anyway the seminar was about making a short film and discussions and i got to try my hands at video editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun is shining really brightly it's dusk now. before the seminar, this blog missed my great birthday. i've been so busy i haven't thought about being 17 at all. maybe this year will be as packed as it's been so far. in reverse chronological order, Van, Mak and KJ for the shining heart i had to walk so long to see, Justin and the surprise they whispered about all week that ended very touchingly in St Anne's Chapel with the Lord, dinner with Bf, and celebrating with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i caught X-Men 3 and i liked it! now i wanna watch the previous two as well. yesterday's She's the Man was also good, though the original Twelfth Night is much better, chick flicks always give me a good feeling inside. and rum with all those fruits was yummy! so was the Kungfu pasta and that cafe i've always wanted to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stomach butterflies thing only happens in books, i thought. maybe it was the uncertainty of the night, or the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost forgot, last weekend was the Telok Kurau Primary camp. we stayed in their nicest decorated airconed classroom with Jack and Jill, Little Lamb, Humpty Dumpty and many others. there was a hopscotch area and Jen, Huis and i relieved our childhood memories. it doesn't seem like too long ago when we played that at Holy Inn. i fell asleep while being gamemaster for the vertical challenge. poor Sammi was sick and i had the pleasure and the opportunity of playing nurse! i think the kids had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm not awake and kicking late tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28474363-114933267910486683?l=speedbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/feeds/114933267910486683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28474363&amp;postID=114933267910486683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/114933267910486683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28474363/posts/default/114933267910486683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedbits.blogspot.com/2006/06/tell-me-princess-now-when-did-you-last.html' title='Tell me, Princess, now when did you last let your heart decide'/><author><name>nightswim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10125759472888441290</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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
