<?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-7147042139496125072</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:00:30.486+08:00</updated><category term='losing faith'/><category term='focusing'/><category term='pinch'/><category term='energy zapped'/><category term='Brain fried'/><category term='regaining faith'/><category term='embracing aging gracefully and random'/><category term='shagged'/><category term='random'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Outta the Universe</title><subtitle type='html'>It's all about taking the first step.. Step out and step up and see good in 'tis world!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147042139496125072.post-7015124512669014744</id><published>2010-01-20T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:28:52.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back!</title><content type='html'>*blows off thick layer of dust that has accumulated over the one year i was away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels at home, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan has moved to &lt;a href="http://www.janinsingapura.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://www.janinsingapura.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-7015124512669014744?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/7015124512669014744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=7015124512669014744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7015124512669014744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7015124512669014744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2010/01/back.html' title='back!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-7173571793794055214</id><published>2008-12-25T08:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:25:44.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3...</title><content type='html'>A very very Merry Christmas one and all! I'm back from Cambodia, safe and happy, but a part of me is missing Cambodia- the place, the people, the company and the things we did. The trip has been awesome and I must say... this would be the best YEP trip ever! Don't ask me if I would go on another trip in the near future but this is the status quo at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest I forget my feelings and thoughts as I have not been writing my journal dutifully (actually this is the first time I didn't write a journal proper), I shall share some of my after-thoughts here. I have to attribute the bulk of the good trip to having a good OC. The road before YEP hasn't been all smooth-sailing and in fact, at some point in time, it was over-taxing, people juggling YEP stuff with other stuff and studies. Nevertheless, I'm really glad we made it and the trip has been worthwhile. Anyway, I was forced to grow up fast in the first few days in Cambodia. Being one of the very few people who have been to Cambodia before, running the itinerary was challenging initially and I had to cope with last minute changes to the itinerary (as I was not able to discuss this with the driver before arriving and just had to trust that the coordinator had conveyed the messages to him), every single moment required some decision making. It was really an exciting experience. Back in the village, I took some time to re-adjust the expectations. The initial phase was pretty challenging as members constantly seeked help (sometimes even for menial tasks haha, ok I don't blame them as most are staying in a village for the very first time) and at some time, I stepped on the fine line between telling them everything that needs to be done and letting them find out what needs to be done themselves. It got pretty frustrating but I was glad that the team adapted to the new environment pretty fast and well and by the 3rd day, I could see them settling in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days in the village were very good. The villagers were very hospitable, taking the initiative to interact with us. We could very well communicate beyond language, using exaggerated expressions and hand gestures to get our messages across and sometimes ending up in laughing fits. Li Xian and Wei Jian both got a new christian name, Rosy and Tom respectively, to help our Cambodian friends remember their names better. The OC interacted well, through mural painting and the interactions and activities with the villagers. And for me personally, I think I grew a lot during this one week- I regained faith, I learnt to cope with the language barrier, the importance of keeping everyone well-informed, learnt how people could be self-sufficient with the limited resources they have, to cherish the things we possess now- family, friends and some intangibles, to learn to be contented with the simple things in life- the intangibles and of course, I learnt to harvest rice, to pump water out of a well using a generator, cook a few more dishes etc etc. Note aside, staying at this village has been fascinating. It was my first time sleeping above pigs, ducks, chickens, lots of dog, my first time stroking cows, my first time visiting a brick factory, my first time attending a christmas event at the province church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the trip has been good. Thank you all for all the wonderful things that have happened. One of my regrets though, would be me not being able to staying throughout the entire trip. Nevertheless, I hope the trip has been equally good, if not, better for the team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-7173571793794055214?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/7173571793794055214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=7173571793794055214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7173571793794055214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7173571793794055214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-2-3.html' title='1, 2, 3...'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-4892923052938156421</id><published>2008-12-01T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:37:32.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soon!</title><content type='html'>with vigour, savoury, perfection, strength, compassion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... no more excuses, pessimism, procrastination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is, everything is becoming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4892923052938156421?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4892923052938156421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4892923052938156421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4892923052938156421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4892923052938156421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/12/soon.html' title='soon!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-6658751252793833029</id><published>2008-11-28T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:42:56.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embracing aging gracefully and random'/><title type='text'>overloaded</title><content type='html'>... with events happening around the world! it's pretty tough to retain some optimism when the world's currently fraught with catastrophic events that will bring about rather serious ramifications. Besides many facing financial loses, lives are at stake right now in some parts of Asia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i can only hope for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at home here.. i'm in a semi-holiday, semi-depressed, semi-lost mood. Though i officially stepped into adulthood yesterday, i don't feel that it's much of a big thing. well, i definitely have more responsibilities now and some decisions that i may make in the future are gonna carry weight in the eyes of law. also, i believe.. time's gonna fly by faster than before....... i've thus embarked on an accelerated journey to.. ermm.. seniority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right all right, with the not so positive global outlook at the moment, i shan't make things worse by harping on stuff beyond my control and i shall.. in fact resume mugging for my last paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST CHANCE! and 4 days'll pass.. very soon!! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just a sidetrack from depressing issues, my 21st birthday was somewhat special.. no birthday parties, no elaborated meetups, had an exam in fact.. haha.. but i'm very touched by the efforts of JCUBE- the conspiracy.. collecting birthday well-wishes from my friends, secondary to uni, granting almost ALL my wishes and of course, spending a special evening with me. :) and not forgetting, having dinner with my family. anyway, i'm treasuring family dinners even more so now as i will be missing out on this for a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i end, wanna say:&lt;br /&gt;THANK U ALL for making my day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-6658751252793833029?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/6658751252793833029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=6658751252793833029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6658751252793833029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6658751252793833029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/11/overloaded.html' title='overloaded'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-8685335377021007559</id><published>2008-11-26T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:57:29.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of sight, out of mind</title><content type='html'>i'm going to chuck my textbooks into the cupboard and i'm so not going to take them out until the time comes when i NEED to pack my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'm not trying harder. 2 scenarios have proved this case:&lt;br /&gt;1) For the 1st paper, i could have written equations, but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;2) For the 2nd one (which just ended), the exact same diagram was right smack in front of me but i chose to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?? I hope God will be kinder to me tomorrow since i'll be officially stepping into adulthood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-8685335377021007559?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/8685335377021007559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=8685335377021007559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8685335377021007559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8685335377021007559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/11/out-of-sight-out-of-mind.html' title='out of sight, out of mind'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-8562372182543683832</id><published>2008-11-19T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:04:17.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>i'm pretty impressed with myself. i managed to abstain from blogging.. for 2 weeks! that's an achievement.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm feeling really sleepy now but.. i've tons of notes to read.. so it's either sleep or risk getting bad grades :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't we be ourselves like we were, yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. i resolve to kick my caffeine addiction after exams!!!! no more slave to caffeine.. boohoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-8562372182543683832?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/8562372182543683832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=8562372182543683832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8562372182543683832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8562372182543683832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-1964365333106504843</id><published>2008-11-06T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:50:04.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinch'/><title type='text'>ssshhhhh i've a secret..</title><content type='html'>sheesh man.. how should i put it? i'm gonna be one of the lowliest paid interns and i've to top up my own allowance.. up to S$450 a month! =( kind of shitty as i'm so not gonna burden my parents.. and so i'm not gonna tell them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mans! maybe i should set up a "feed janicia" fund.. arrrggghh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-1964365333106504843?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/1964365333106504843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=1964365333106504843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1964365333106504843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1964365333106504843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/11/ssshhhhh-ive-secret.html' title='ssshhhhh i&apos;ve a secret..'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-3492190330712869252</id><published>2008-11-05T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:10:40.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>every cloud has a silver lining</title><content type='html'>prior to this fateful day, i was full of angst and anxiety, majorly caused by the overwhelming project deadlines and impending tests! and to top it off, i lost an important cd which i spent.. many days looking for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then help came! omg.. thanks mich lots and lots for saving my day! or.. i'll be stuck in the dungeon forever! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for all the angst! humph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is that may happen in the future, i must and always must look on the bright side of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-3492190330712869252?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/3492190330712869252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=3492190330712869252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3492190330712869252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3492190330712869252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/11/every-cloud-has-silver-lining.html' title='every cloud has a silver lining'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-1231759104846109465</id><published>2008-11-03T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:23:02.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>Fuck! also good.. i hope this serves as a wake-up call!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-1231759104846109465?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/1231759104846109465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=1231759104846109465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1231759104846109465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1231759104846109465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/11/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-8686736293272844991</id><published>2008-11-02T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:22:41.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>endorphins</title><content type='html'>I need endorphins!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-8686736293272844991?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/8686736293272844991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=8686736293272844991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8686736293272844991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8686736293272844991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/11/endorphins.html' title='endorphins'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-33315933424953311</id><published>2008-10-31T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:54:39.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damm damm damm!!!!</title><content type='html'>Arggghh... I can't believe I'm wasting so much time and energy on a cd! That cd.. is very important.. it contains past years' answers and references.. I've searched high and low but to no avail.. =( =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY must this happen to me??? =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-33315933424953311?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/33315933424953311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=33315933424953311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/33315933424953311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/33315933424953311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/10/damm-damm-damm.html' title='damm damm damm!!!!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-178339400670083142</id><published>2008-10-30T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:36:20.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than words</title><content type='html'>been out of sorts lately, plagued with unduly worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust in God that I've made the right decisions and that He'll bless me with strength and wisdom to carry out my duties faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus! Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-178339400670083142?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/178339400670083142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=178339400670083142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/178339400670083142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/178339400670083142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-than-words.html' title='more than words'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-4995171913371044288</id><published>2008-10-27T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:52:16.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passion = motivation</title><content type='html'>it's pretty amazing how i fall asleep easily reading my notes or textbook and I don't when I read an interesting book/article to keep myself awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this has got much to do with interests which drive passion which drives a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i should stop wasting time, searching for the person i should become.. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm quite convinced that all these bullshit are psychological.. what comes to the mind, out of the mouth and from the heart really really matters as thinking, saying and feeling certain things WILL eventually be embedded and become part of your lifestyle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to battle these distractions. like right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is impossible and impossible is I M Possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4995171913371044288?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4995171913371044288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4995171913371044288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4995171913371044288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4995171913371044288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/10/passion-motivation.html' title='passion = motivation'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-6059820466663559920</id><published>2008-10-25T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:42:03.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='focusing'/><title type='text'>one step at a time</title><content type='html'>Pretty glad that most NOC stuffs've been settled and I'm left with visa application. I really hope that I'll be able to focus all my energy on STUDIES. yes scream studies with me!! And do decently well this sem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 3 weeks, last hopes, last chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other issues, I'll take one step at a time and not let history repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOCUS and PERSEVERE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-6059820466663559920?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/6059820466663559920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=6059820466663559920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6059820466663559920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6059820466663559920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-step-at-time.html' title='one step at a time'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-6335989469964238756</id><published>2008-10-20T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:42:47.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>follow up.</title><content type='html'>Following up to the melodrama I watched yesterday, when one dies, he/she literally dies with nothing... even if he is freaking rich, he can't bring along his wealth, his company, his loved ones.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mans.. so much about life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-6335989469964238756?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/6335989469964238756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=6335989469964238756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6335989469964238756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6335989469964238756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/10/follow-up.html' title='follow up.'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-4671838686872769675</id><published>2008-10-19T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:43:54.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mans...</title><content type='html'>义无反顾 has the most tragical ending ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for some glimmer of hope in the last episode.. but well, I was pretty disappointed and saddened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.. luckily, it's just a soap opera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4671838686872769675?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4671838686872769675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4671838686872769675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4671838686872769675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4671838686872769675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-mans.html' title='Oh Mans...'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-316019075334224100</id><published>2008-10-19T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:06:12.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive!</title><content type='html'>Praise the Lord! It's good to be alive! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, quoting from Jenny's blog something which I felt made a lot of sense to me, from "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" by Milan Kundera.. "We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison...And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which explains why some people can never measure the level of "meaningfulness" of his/her life.. and to me, life's a choice, though influenced by many factors not within our control. Well to me, a meaningful life would be that I've made the best decisions out of the circumstances which arise and have no regrets. Look forward, not back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-316019075334224100?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/316019075334224100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=316019075334224100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/316019075334224100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/316019075334224100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-5951594222246138587</id><published>2008-10-17T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:20:06.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shagged'/><title type='text'>A piece of mind.</title><content type='html'>Whirly week gone in the blink of an eye! Never had I felt like my mind and body are out-of-sync before. I was merely going through the motion everyday, without reflecting much on the events which took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, TGIF! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've gone through half the phase that is filled with uncertainties, from GAW parties to NOC stuffs to planning for YEP. The other half, unfortunately or not, is also filled with many uncertainities, though with one less thing to fret about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can conclude after this experience is that.. IT's NOT AT ALL EASY.. juggling CSC stuffs, NOC stuff and studies. BUT thank GOD, I found strength within and from my family and friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-5951594222246138587?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/5951594222246138587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=5951594222246138587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5951594222246138587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5951594222246138587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/10/piece-of-mind.html' title='A piece of mind.'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-3415222850325484147</id><published>2008-10-16T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:56:04.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain fried'/><title type='text'>Aftermath..ermm math?math?</title><content type='html'>All right, my mind's a whirlwind, my eye lids are very heavy and my brain's drained. Today's been highly intellectually-stimulating. It started off with a face-to-face, one-to-one interview in the morning, followed by lab, GAW meeting and a phone interview at night. On top of the hustle and bustle, I wrote 2 thank-you letters, reflected on many many issues.. (still reflecting actually and have yet to come to a conclusion).. and my thoughts're now.. meshed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whatever the interview results are, how they went.. I shall leave all to fate! Afterall, it all depends on how much the interviewers aka bosses like me. Yup FATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During GAW meeting, the subject on the significance of GAW was mentioned. I must admit, though as the PD, I have struggled with bouts of faithlessness and contempt many a times. Once again, I had to re-affirm my objectives in order to proceed with further planning. Well, after all the ups and downs and lots of questioning, I think.. GAW should subsist. Reason being that there're always 2 sides to a coin. While we may think from the kids' point of view (though we were kids before, I feel we never really understood kids), there's also the other point of view. Hence, it's important to re-visit our objectives every now and then to see if we have addressed both sides of the coin. Yup, so what do I mean here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAW has 2 purposes. 1. To spread the spirit of giving. 2. To allow the kids to look forward to something which will make them happy. Considering the first point, I think GAW has fulfilled its objectives by spreading the spirit of giving amongst the NUS students as they are given the opportunity to fulfill the little wishes of the kids. I must say, I have been impressed by how some donors took pains to find the exact gift wished for. As for the second point, MOST of the kids are happy upon receiving their gifts, except for a handful unappreciative kids. And out of these MOST kids, some may not be able to get what they wished for by their own means and as such, GAW is an avenue to fulfill their hearts' desires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By and large, I still feel that it's tough understanding kids. What they show, how they act.. may not be what they really feel. Hence, don't be discouraged if they remain nonchalant and appear unappreciative upon receiving their gifts, for many of them are actually really grateful for what they've gotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, one fact that we all have to grapple with as well will be that different people (even people like you and me) have different expectations and have different levels of satisfaction and different desires. Thus, even though some kids might have wished for material goods, as long as the cost of the gift falls within the budget ($25), there is no need to restrict what the kids can wish for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, after reflecting on all that's being said, based on the 2 fundamental objectives of GAW, GAW should subsist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-3415222850325484147?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/3415222850325484147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=3415222850325484147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3415222850325484147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3415222850325484147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/10/aftermathermm-mathmath.html' title='Aftermath..ermm math?math?'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-8359965853437000641</id><published>2008-10-14T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:34:36.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I need most now...</title><content type='html'>CONFIDENCE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The belief that I'm capable... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manssssssss... fill me up with faith and confidence!! :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-8359965853437000641?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/8359965853437000641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=8359965853437000641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8359965853437000641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8359965853437000641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-need-most-now.html' title='What I need most now...'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-2486529453393267634</id><published>2008-10-05T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:10:10.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come on, snap your fingers!</title><content type='html'>I got something to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I got something to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm gonna put this dream in motion&lt;br /&gt;Never let nothing stand in my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the going gets tough&lt;br /&gt;The tough get going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get myself 'cross the river&lt;br /&gt;That's the price I'm willing to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make you stand and deliver&lt;br /&gt;And give me love in the old-fashioned way, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaaaaaarlin',&lt;br /&gt;I'll climb any mountain&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaaaaaarlin',&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man, so when you think the going gets tough. Think, you've probably gone through tougher times.. so what's now? Just be prepared to pay a price, pay the price and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVE ON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Brick walls are there for a reason. They are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. The brick walls are there to stop people who don't want it badly enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Randy Pausch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-2486529453393267634?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/2486529453393267634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=2486529453393267634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/2486529453393267634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/2486529453393267634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-on-snap-your-fingers_05.html' title='come on, snap your fingers!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-2656380645343684508</id><published>2008-10-01T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:10:37.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energy zapped'/><title type='text'>energy zapping</title><content type='html'>I ought to be happy, ought to be thankful. Midst of all the schoolwork and administrative matters to handle, there're other matters screaming for my attention, screaming so hard that it's just unbearable to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind's clouded. i can't seem to focus. my aching gum's making matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel pressure building up inside my head, waiting to explode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-2656380645343684508?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/2656380645343684508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=2656380645343684508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/2656380645343684508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/2656380645343684508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/10/energy-zapping.html' title='energy zapping'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-7817681531897179764</id><published>2008-09-26T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:28:14.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>Dreams come true, they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are really self-conflicting, at least I am and I pretty much dislike that fact about myself. I must hold on to that conviction which I had when I took the first step and ignore all other external factors. Yes. I'll be strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, chilly philly! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-7817681531897179764?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/7817681531897179764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=7817681531897179764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7817681531897179764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7817681531897179764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-4688958406594639705</id><published>2008-09-22T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:48:24.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>communications</title><content type='html'>communications is a very powerful tool. the success of a project/event/activity relies heavily on how well information's being passed on and communicated, besides good planning etc etc..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4688958406594639705?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4688958406594639705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4688958406594639705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4688958406594639705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4688958406594639705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/09/communications.html' title='communications'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-1734628866427236517</id><published>2008-09-21T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:17:57.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>In a bid to prove that I know my territory very well, I ended up in embarrassment instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train was approaching bishan mrt station, and there was a mother and daughter pair standing in the middle of the carrige. The mum asked the daughter to guess which side of the train would open at bishan and the daughter didn't know and merely shook her head. Well, me, wanting to show that I live in bishan, got up and went straight to the right side of the train as the train was on the left track. And then, as the train slowed down, I heard "bishan, please alight at the left side as the station is undergoing renovations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blushes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-1734628866427236517?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/1734628866427236517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=1734628866427236517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1734628866427236517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1734628866427236517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/09/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the Day'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-5557789034098730348</id><published>2008-09-19T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:42:56.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Stop!</title><content type='html'>I wish I had the power to stop time so that I can take a breather. The past few days've been busy, busy and busy- having to juggle studies (tests, assignments, lab, tutorials), non-studies related stuff and tuition. I'm glad that the weekend's approaching, at least for sure there won't be any more weekly tests. Mid-sem break = one extra week to complete my lab report BUT next week's still going to be as hellish as ever, in fact, more hellish, with monday and tuesday taken up by a first aiders' course, wednesday by GAW boot camp, thursday and friday probably by project meetings and weekends gone to studying for 2 mid-term tests. *just wanna rant, I've only myself to blame for the busy schedule :S*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming week's gonna be pretty challenging but I kinda like it as they're pushing me to manage my time better, be more focused when doing my stuffs and I hope I won't buckle under the tremendous stress. Heehee. BUT still, I think I need some time for a breather, so that I'll be able to act rationally and not let fatigue take over my thoughts. Though I do sleep, minimally, I refuse to THINK before I sleep. I know some people do but thinking (at least for me) will cause me insonmia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, I'm pretty much unbothered by management stuffs anymore, after having thought through a bit over some issues. At the end of the day, it all boils down to individuals to see the underlying meaing of doing something and how much one feels for it. Since everyone's different, not everyone would feel for something the same way you do and since this can't be forced upon, so be it, no point harping on the matter, causing yourself to be depressed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I believe, as long as I've done my best, out of the present circumstances amongst other persisting matters, I'ld be contented, no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and I choose to be happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-5557789034098730348?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/5557789034098730348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=5557789034098730348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5557789034098730348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5557789034098730348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/09/stop.html' title='Stop!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-3436878147679850229</id><published>2008-09-16T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:48:20.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the wind</title><content type='html'>As promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, tuesdays are tutorials day! Yes, tutorials straight in a row from 9am to 3 plus.. without a break in between. Well, they didn't seem THAT draggy, probably 'cause of the venues, the company and the workload.. seems pretty manageable. After tutorials, I went down to YIH to meet lao lao aka li xian to get our yep letter endorsed! yes, finally there's some progress at the admin side.. spent about an hour settling this. After which, I waited for jenny pok outside lt7.. for our weekly routine- going for ballet lessons together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really Jcube's treasured weekly meet ups. Going for ballet lessons together and then for dinner before heading home. Well, I was glad I went for lesson today.. it's the last lesson by the way and we did a lot more than before and I realised that ballet's really about discipline. It tempted me to sign up for the intermediate class, though I highly doubt I'll ever be professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're so many other wonders in this world that one can explore.. once again, life leaves me with choices, restrained choices though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some time and some blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SM_G0pMSuGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/jm_TBP44fpo/s1600-h/veronicatennant_romeo_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SM_G0pMSuGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/jm_TBP44fpo/s320/veronicatennant_romeo_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246630698622826594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-3436878147679850229?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/3436878147679850229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=3436878147679850229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3436878147679850229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3436878147679850229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/09/gone-with-wind.html' title='Gone with the wind'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SM_G0pMSuGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/jm_TBP44fpo/s72-c/veronicatennant_romeo_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147042139496125072.post-7633453454224164882</id><published>2008-09-15T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:52:33.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>I broke my guitar. My almost 6 years old guitar. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's beyond repair 'cause there's a crack in the fingerboard and the sound's no longer the same. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(=(=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-7633453454224164882?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/7633453454224164882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=7633453454224164882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7633453454224164882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7633453454224164882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_15.html' title='=('/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-4184024614294945297</id><published>2008-09-15T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:01:21.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time, First Day, Everyday!</title><content type='html'>This is so weird. I realised I've not really blogged about my daily happenings before and have decided to start doing so.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today (again) in the end as I had to dragged myself to wake up and decided that I wasn't feeling well. Hehe. Hence, I ended up watching webcast and had brunch with my family early afternoon. Read: Family = Everybody. Yes, my youngest brother decided not to go to school today too. S*** him! But it's quite rare that we have lunch together.. so no qualms. My mum even joked about us being too comfy for our own good- we're not going school and dad's taking his time to start work. Hurhur. =) Well, I really appreciate the fact that my family does spend quality time together and recently, I've been soaking in familial love. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dad for taking us specially to Toa Payoh yesterday and for brunch today so that I can buy wrapping paper and thanks mum for accompanying me to the shop to help me select the wrapping paper and forking out the money first. Thanks rong for your killiney kaya toast coupon and congrats on your good grades, keep it up pleaseeeee and not get carried away and thanks wei for telling mum my birthday wishes! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's really weird recounting the events, it's just not my style, but I shall persist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yes, I've decided to keep a record of what's happening in my life as I want to be able to reminisce about the past, smile or cry and feel that I've lived life and that I've lived.. happily! Yes, death's been a rather morbid topic.. but I still wanna say.. whatever it is.. I don't want to die with regrets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4184024614294945297?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4184024614294945297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4184024614294945297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4184024614294945297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4184024614294945297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-time-first-day-everyday.html' title='First Time, First Day, Everyday!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-2933436632522783067</id><published>2008-09-12T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:53:49.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>帮</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“是的！我要帮你， 也要帮我自己。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说了这句话后， 她便转身走了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-2933436632522783067?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/2933436632522783067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=2933436632522783067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/2933436632522783067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/2933436632522783067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='帮'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-222152048914047683</id><published>2008-09-10T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:54:26.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's forever?</title><content type='html'>tell me.. what's "true"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-222152048914047683?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/222152048914047683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=222152048914047683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/222152048914047683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/222152048914047683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-forever.html' title='what&apos;s forever?'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-4185727445735306789</id><published>2008-09-09T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:38:24.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law of Attraction</title><content type='html'>It played on me today. And it played me out. One thing led to another and I'm feeling shitty all over. All 'cause of a stupid lab report!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted 2 days on it and really really hoped to complete it by today afternoon but the most unfortunate thing happened. The files I saved.. were corrupted! As such, I couldn't complete my lab report and spent the rest of the afternoon trying to recover my works. So much for rushing through it the previous night.. hoping to study for my test today! CRAPS... bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, there were people in the clubroom to help me out and make me less uptight. Thank you people! =) but all's not lost as I finally saw Mich whom I've not seen for a very long time ahaha.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right and I missed the 2nd last ballet lesson and missed out meeting Jcube. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh craps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4185727445735306789?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4185727445735306789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4185727445735306789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4185727445735306789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4185727445735306789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/09/law-of-attraction.html' title='Law of Attraction'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-436357314446901202</id><published>2008-09-08T12:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:28:16.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What about now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I would like to dedicate the following song to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows fill an empty heart&lt;br /&gt;As love is fading&lt;br /&gt;From all the things that we are&lt;br /&gt;And are not saying&lt;br /&gt;Can we see beyond the scars&lt;br /&gt;And make it to the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change the colors of the sky&lt;br /&gt;And open up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The ways you made me feel alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The ways I loved you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the things that never died&lt;br /&gt;To make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;Love will find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What About Now&lt;br /&gt;What about today&lt;br /&gt;What if you're making me&lt;br /&gt;All that I was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What if our love never went away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind&lt;br /&gt;Words we could never find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Baby before its too late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What About Now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is breaking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To start a new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This broken heart can still survive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;With the touch of your grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As shadows fade into the light&lt;br /&gt;I am by your side where love will find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What About Now&lt;br /&gt;What about today&lt;br /&gt;What if you're making me&lt;br /&gt;All that I was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;What if our love never went away&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind&lt;br /&gt;Words we could never find&lt;br /&gt;Baby before its too late&lt;br /&gt;What About Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now that we've come this far, just hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;For I am right beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For all my life I am yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... YES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... for being with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;all these years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-436357314446901202?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/436357314446901202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=436357314446901202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/436357314446901202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/436357314446901202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-about-now.html' title='What about now?'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-6355082125574758081</id><published>2008-09-01T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:59:00.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream... dream, dream, dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this statement, I think I'm not young anymore.. neither am I old. =) I'm preserved.. in a time warp. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I'll keep dreaming.. till the very last day of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-6355082125574758081?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/6355082125574758081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=6355082125574758081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6355082125574758081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6355082125574758081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/09/dream-dream-dream-dream.html' title='Dream... dream, dream, dream...'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-4223978705356847669</id><published>2008-08-31T19:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:25:42.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfectionism</title><content type='html'>As I grow older, I stray further from perfectionism. But I ain't a perfectionist to begin with. I believe that allowing room for flaws helps one to see the "hidden" flaws and to improve oneself  further. Though this is the case, somehow or rather, I found myself being unable to condone flaws in other people, especially those whom I have high expectations of and that their flaws (plus mine) will impede the execution of certain tasks assigned. And when this happens, my morale gets affected and my performance dips, making me feel helpless and directionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here IS the main point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I shall thus, gladly embrace all imperfections in life! =) I shall also expect more of myself and less of others! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4223978705356847669?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4223978705356847669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4223978705356847669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4223978705356847669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4223978705356847669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/08/perfectionism.html' title='perfectionism'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-6699136609376031158</id><published>2008-08-24T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:12:04.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RaaR!!!</title><content type='html'>Toss me! Twirl me! Twist me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Feed me to the lions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SLDtAxljH3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/mRPX4U3eWwY/s1600-h/roaring_lion_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SLDtAxljH3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/mRPX4U3eWwY/s320/roaring_lion_000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237946964198498162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;My little darling&lt;br /&gt;Don't fear my little darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-6699136609376031158?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/6699136609376031158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=6699136609376031158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6699136609376031158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6699136609376031158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/08/raar.html' title='RaaR!!!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SLDtAxljH3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/mRPX4U3eWwY/s72-c/roaring_lion_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147042139496125072.post-2944924628789266294</id><published>2008-08-23T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:24:01.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooooozzzzeee</title><content type='html'>I needa uncloud my clogged brain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... terribly remorseful ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SK72EdB_cqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/LTzCDq61wjs/s1600-h/CONFUSED_by_alienENOID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SK72EdB_cqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/LTzCDq61wjs/s320/CONFUSED_by_alienENOID.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237393973051355810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-2944924628789266294?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/2944924628789266294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=2944924628789266294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/2944924628789266294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/2944924628789266294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/08/ooooooozzzzeee.html' title='Ooooooozzzzeee'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SK72EdB_cqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/LTzCDq61wjs/s72-c/CONFUSED_by_alienENOID.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147042139496125072.post-6567745928775744006</id><published>2008-08-17T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:03:16.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barrier.</title><content type='html'>I never knew this would be so tough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-6567745928775744006?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/6567745928775744006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=6567745928775744006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6567745928775744006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6567745928775744006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/08/barrier.html' title='Barrier.'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-8778837068071764438</id><published>2008-08-16T09:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:11:03.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm well again and all ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-8778837068071764438?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/8778837068071764438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=8778837068071764438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8778837068071764438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8778837068071764438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/08/stop.html' title='STOP!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-2391024864017084263</id><published>2008-08-13T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:27:59.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.positivepath.net/ideasHM4.asp"&gt;http://www.positivepath.net/ideasHM4.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-2391024864017084263?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/2391024864017084263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=2391024864017084263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/2391024864017084263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/2391024864017084263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-6518480875109780407</id><published>2008-08-09T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:16:47.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Latest Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SJ1PTge2XmI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lp9QXN8Jhd8/s1600-h/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SJ1PTge2XmI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lp9QXN8Jhd8/s320/DSC01980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232425538629820002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been obsessed with food.. particularly Tiramisu- right after I tasted Shifeng's heavenly Tiramisu! *glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.. the hunting began.. I started searching for Tiramisu recipes online.. looking out for those which do not include eggs ( I don't wanna eat raw eggs!), checking out cookbooks etc etc and I even went down to the Market Place at Raffles City specially to get ladyfingers for the Tiramisu.  However, in the midst of my obsession I had to go away for a while but the thought of my Tiramisu stayed at the back of my mind.. Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! The end product! Hmm I made a few mistakes here and there and modified the recipe a bit. Overall, it tasted fine, perhaps I should have added more Kahlua to the mixture, made the coffee stronger and not over-soaked the ladyfingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum Yum! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SJ1PT-0sBkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Fd5G9VKccD8/s1600-h/DSC01974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SJ1PT-0sBkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Fd5G9VKccD8/s320/DSC01974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232425546774480450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;100g ladyfingers&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup icing sugar&lt;br /&gt;185ml chilled cream&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup Kahlua&lt;br /&gt;250g Mascarpone cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup strong black coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;1. To your own discretion, cut the ladyfingers accordingly to fit the height of the tin. Line the sides with the ladyfingers.&lt;br /&gt;2. Slice the rest of the ladyfingers into half longitudinally.&lt;br /&gt;3. Whip the chilled cream with the icing sugar until the mixture is rather stiff.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add in the Mascarpone cheese and mix further.&lt;br /&gt;5. Add 2 tbsp of Kahlua to the cheese mixture.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mix the rest of the Kahlua with the strong black coffee.&lt;br /&gt;7. Dip the sliced ladyfingers into the coffee mixture and cover the base of the tin with the slightly damp ladyfingers.&lt;br /&gt;8. Pour in half the chesse mixture to cover the ladyfingers.&lt;br /&gt;9. Line another layer of ladyfingers and pour over the rest of the cheese mixture.&lt;br /&gt;10. Chill the Tiramisu in the refrigerator for about 4 hours. Dust cocao powder over it and serve it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up- Mars chocolate cereal crunch! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-6518480875109780407?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/6518480875109780407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=6518480875109780407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6518480875109780407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6518480875109780407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/08/latest-obsession.html' title='Latest Obsession'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SJ1PTge2XmI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lp9QXN8Jhd8/s72-c/DSC01980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147042139496125072.post-6701502190934089364</id><published>2008-08-03T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:34:13.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regaining faith'/><title type='text'>turn left, turn right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SJVRTMXnt-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/J1XSXcyKg8s/s1600-h/Crossroads_by_kyoji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SJVRTMXnt-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/J1XSXcyKg8s/s320/Crossroads_by_kyoji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230175932440360930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little relieved. Now, all hopes lie with those people. There's really nothing more that I can wish for now. *cross fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-6701502190934089364?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/6701502190934089364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=6701502190934089364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6701502190934089364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6701502190934089364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/08/turn-left-turn-right.html' title='turn left, turn right?'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SJVRTMXnt-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/J1XSXcyKg8s/s72-c/Crossroads_by_kyoji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147042139496125072.post-7022675285927108514</id><published>2008-08-02T15:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T16:26:25.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losing faith'/><title type='text'>When all don't seem to matter anymore...</title><content type='html'>I don't know where to start and how to start this.. but I'm going to say it anyway. This is probably the first time I'm coming clean with my thoughts on the projects I'm handling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent spate of events set me thinking about the objectives and directions of my projects, namely GAW and YEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin with GAW. Wish collection has clearly fulfilled its objectives of allowing us know our beneficiaries better through the interaction sessions but it has also showed me the other side of GAW, that GAW, simply isn't just about granting the wishes of the kids and putting a smile on their faces at the end of the day. (Well, though it does spread the spirit of giving among the donors). After speaking to the house parent of one of the beneficiaries, I realised that there's more to GAW than just "grant a wish" simply. Seriously speaking, these children don't lack presents, donations POUR in pretty often and most kids whom we're helping (perhaps except the intellectually disabled ones) have participated in a similar project and to be very frank, some are very pampered. Quoting from the house parent, "We need to tell the kids why they should get the presents, that they need fulfill certain duties before they can receive the presents." She also did speak about making a difference in their lives, and how changes come subtly but progressively. Hence, the problems that I'm facing now are.. pretty hard to describe.. my mind's filled with questions like, "How can we make sure that the children do not take GAW for granted?", "How can we add value to GAW?"other than just playing games with the children during wish collection, "Are we doing them more harm than good?" since they get what they wished for, "Do they actually appreciate our act of goodwill?", "How are we going to give these kids certain "duties" to complete when the time we are spending with them is too short for any long-term cause?".. Many many such questions left unanswered.. not that anyone has the answers anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. and so the difficult part lies with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;.. in the way, to make them understand the value of GAW and that we're not some kind of rich fellow who wishes to throw our money away by buying presents for them, which some of them may treat as junk at the end of the day.. and with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; too.. in convincing myself that there IS still some value and meaning in GAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why exactly are we doing GAW? Do the PDs of GAW have similar thoughts every year? If yes, so why are we still hanging on to GAW? Should there be new directions, new dimensions to GAW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm... Questions and questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, pertaining to YEP. Hmm.. All rightey, I see that we're at least helping the villagers to some extent, though at the end of the day, I feel that we will definitely learn more than we serve. There is just "so" much that we can do in that short period of time. But still, at least we will be relieving them of some inconveniences.. Anyway, similar to GAW, I think as long as we are "giving" stuff, there're bound to have people who are just unappreciative, take things for granted or simply expect more from us- even mentioned by the coordinator whom we spoke to. (no offence to any nationality or person, I'm saying this in general). Worse still, we may be inculcating a sense of dependence amongst the people as external help comes in rather frequently and easily. Here, we are giving them the fish, instead of teaching them to fish.. (just random, I still think that it all boils down to good governance and having a structured plan to reform the country.. with the right personnel that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much angst about such projects that involve "giving".. sometimes, I wonder if there's any meaning in community service, at least in the local context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess at the end of the day, it isn't the number of people that we have reached out to but rather that lives of one/2 souls which have changed.. for the better.. as a result of what we did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-7022675285927108514?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/7022675285927108514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=7022675285927108514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7022675285927108514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7022675285927108514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-all-dont-seem-to-matter-anymore.html' title='When all don&apos;t seem to matter anymore...'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-8566565320615243577</id><published>2008-07-28T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:56:59.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Star Light Star bright,&lt;br /&gt;The first star I see tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish I may, I wish I might,&lt;br /&gt;Have the wish I wis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SI3eEc8CRcI/AAAAAAAAAXE/XrHpOPI_smM/s1600-h/BSTAR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SI3eEc8CRcI/AAAAAAAAAXE/XrHpOPI_smM/s320/BSTAR.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228078910515856834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-8566565320615243577?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/8566565320615243577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=8566565320615243577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8566565320615243577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8566565320615243577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/07/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SI3eEc8CRcI/AAAAAAAAAXE/XrHpOPI_smM/s72-c/BSTAR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147042139496125072.post-1608352642045790656</id><published>2008-07-17T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:18:09.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worrywart.</title><content type='html'>I'm really worried, really really extremely worried.. without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I have the solutions for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro2, only you can help yourself! No one else will be unable to help you if you refuse to put your heart into working towards what you want to achieve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-1608352642045790656?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/1608352642045790656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=1608352642045790656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1608352642045790656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1608352642045790656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/07/worrywart.html' title='Worrywart.'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-6623118516134487717</id><published>2008-07-14T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:16:22.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There was a time.</title><content type='html'>I think in life, there will come this point in time where everything else doesn't matter anymore, except for familial love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so when one stops searching for a perfect answer, the answer presents itself in its purest and simplest form. Simplicity. As sweet, as short as that and it's the answer to my questions, or so I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really blessed to have my family by my side all the time.. to have my PaMa (Papa &amp;amp; Mama) reassuring me, advising me, reminding me, giving me their blessings.. to have bro1 &amp;amp; bro2 spicing up my life, else it'ld be very very boring, sharing my dreams and woes.. to have my relatives caring for me in subtle ways. It's really 'cause of PaMa that I can say (yes, I've said this before), even if the sky falls down on me, I'll be safe, as they'll be there to hold it up for me. Yes and I know they can't be there for me forever, so what's most important for me is treasuring the little things that they do that make my life wonderful and these are very simple little things that make extraordinary impacts and changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided.. I'll lead a simply complex life. Go figure! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-6623118516134487717?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/6623118516134487717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=6623118516134487717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6623118516134487717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6623118516134487717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-was-time.html' title='There was a time.'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-1189974086944546460</id><published>2008-07-10T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:03:45.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's life?</title><content type='html'>Yes. What does life mean to you? And what does life mean to my brother? Once again, he has disappointed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do trivial matters do to you? Does every small thing count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of questioning, so tired of asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye digital world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-1189974086944546460?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/1189974086944546460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=1189974086944546460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1189974086944546460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1189974086944546460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-life.html' title='What&apos;s life?'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-4603250712918205790</id><published>2008-07-07T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:51:08.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life.. currently..</title><content type='html'>Haha! Yes, admist attending meetings, bumming around, tutoring my bro, finding meaningful stuff to do.. I'm studying! Yup. I'm taking a special semester module- a module taken during school holidays- called "Intellectual Property in Cyberspace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something refreshing for me.. after having done so many engineering modules. It provides an avenue for me to question the intangibles, to delve deeper into the topic which I took for granted and challenges my writing abilities. But all in all, it's quite an enjoyable module and quite a meaningful way to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an interesting website everyone should visit.. for some light hearted entertainment! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.patentlysilly.com/"&gt;http://www.patentlysilly.com/&lt;/a&gt; and it only proves my point that the US is a lot more liberal and accommodating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should add another task to my to-do list, that is... to create new inventions! Silly, out of the world, whatever man! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4603250712918205790?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4603250712918205790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4603250712918205790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4603250712918205790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4603250712918205790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-life-currently.html' title='My life.. currently..'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-3836855680393758942</id><published>2008-07-06T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:03:13.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*HUMPH*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SHDgh4qZo4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/76X1FtfqgEA/s1600-h/Durians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SHDgh4qZo4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/76X1FtfqgEA/s320/Durians.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219918840872936322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tis' a season to be jolly! Yeaahhh 'cause it's the durian season and durians are ubiquitous!! And so not being able to resist temptation.. we decided to go for a durian feast after dinner today! But.. it was a rather upsetting experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... that incurred our wrath, leaving us very unsatisfied!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by at 717 Trading (yes, durians) at Serangoon, looking forward to a durian feast. The durian seller was very nice (initially) and offered us the durians that he deemed "good" and even claimed there were many seeds inside after my Dad asked him. Hence we tried the durians and they were good no doubt BUT we didn't know what we were in for. So after paying $50 for 6 really puny durians (1kg for $8), we headed home earnestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth will always be revealed. To our horror, there were a total of 22 seeds in 6 freaking durians!! And they were really small! OMG.. we felt really cheated, as we opened a durian after durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking stall spoilt my mood and ruined my love for durians! All 'cause of dishonest durian sellers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheat my feelings.. but I still love eating durians la! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-3836855680393758942?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/3836855680393758942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=3836855680393758942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3836855680393758942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3836855680393758942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/07/humph.html' title='*HUMPH*'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SHDgh4qZo4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/76X1FtfqgEA/s72-c/Durians.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147042139496125072.post-4699597264485372301</id><published>2008-07-04T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:12:36.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh craps..</title><content type='html'>After being detached from writing properly for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very very long&lt;/span&gt; time, churning out a four page essay IS an arduous task. So difficult that I have already taken 5 hours to answer 3 questions! WTFreak! 3 questions- 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and me being me, I was distracted and couldn't get my mind off----------- baking, or rather food! And so, while I research on the questions I have to answer, I was searching for recipes! OMG! And the more I searched, the more interested I got.. in the recipes and the delectable pastries and cakes took my mind off my work for a moment. Actually it's a very long moment, sad to say. Muahaha! I'm soooooo gonna start baking again! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth did she manage to take such nice shots?????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SG3NA80LdzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/YzAaTHCTHlk/s1600-h/503568446_c51eff7077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SG3NA80LdzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/YzAaTHCTHlk/s320/503568446_c51eff7077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219052959400949554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SG3M2OJuWTI/AAAAAAAAAVc/mzjZQeMaIhM/s1600-h/498974734_2da6d3904c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SG3M2OJuWTI/AAAAAAAAAVc/mzjZQeMaIhM/s320/498974734_2da6d3904c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219052775076157746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SG3M3wxek4I/AAAAAAAAAVk/XWM7_8skFE0/s1600-h/MamaCsTiramisu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SG3M3wxek4I/AAAAAAAAAVk/XWM7_8skFE0/s320/MamaCsTiramisu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219052801549570946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as others are passionate about sports, studies, music.. I'm passionate about food and the art of............ FOOD! =) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4699597264485372301?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4699597264485372301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4699597264485372301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4699597264485372301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4699597264485372301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-craps.html' title='Oh craps..'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SG3NA80LdzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/YzAaTHCTHlk/s72-c/503568446_c51eff7077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147042139496125072.post-5985818515377294326</id><published>2008-07-04T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:09:02.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>She stared blankly at the screen, trying hard to get the words to register in her mind but nothing seemed to be getting into her head. Just then a surge of apprehension overcame her, causing her goosebumps to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to get this done, by hook or by crook, she thought to herself. Then she took a stroll to her bed, lied down for a while, shut her eyes, woke up, sat in front of the computer and started typing furiously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-5985818515377294326?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/5985818515377294326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=5985818515377294326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5985818515377294326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5985818515377294326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/07/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-7812865758388842037</id><published>2008-07-03T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:44:00.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning desire</title><content type='html'>She stared longingly at the beckoning slice of dark chocolate cake at the display shelf. Her face scrunched up, eyes watering, she bit her lips really hard till they almost turned white. No longer being able to contain her excitement, she clasped her hands firmly and then turned to look at the stout figure next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please....." she pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No darling, that's not for you" he replied and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew that the answer would be as such but why couldn't she have it, she thought. Then as her eyes filled up with tears, she took one last look at the forgone chocolate cake, dreadingly, forsakingly, she trudged away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SGw82vDUC7I/AAAAAAAAAVM/R1ZVIcr8WM0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SGw82vDUC7I/AAAAAAAAAVM/R1ZVIcr8WM0/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218612979256527794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-7812865758388842037?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/7812865758388842037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=7812865758388842037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7812865758388842037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7812865758388842037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/07/burning-desire.html' title='Burning desire'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SGw82vDUC7I/AAAAAAAAAVM/R1ZVIcr8WM0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147042139496125072.post-5939094185495777058</id><published>2008-07-01T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:52:41.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's JULY already!</title><content type='html'>Ok, you've probably heard this a million thousand times already but I'm still gonna say it! TIME FLIESSSS!!! Yes.. very quickly! To think I was lamenting of not being able to find a temporary job at the beginning of last month.. I guess, I wouldn't want to work anymore, even if given the chance unless it's some event based kind of work. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so while others are enjoying themselves at e5, I'm sitting here, in a boring room. All right, I think I made the right choice for I've so many other things to do.. but ain't doing them yet.. yes like visiting the chinese physician, studying for the quiz (TOMORROW, WTF!), tutoring my brother, refining proposals (GAW and YEP), preparing for tomorrow's project meeting, sending my laptop for repair and more and more. Sheesh la! I'm such a sloth I should be slaughtered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's with me (trying very very hard) making the most out of life.. when I'm wasting good precious moments, just lazing around.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-5939094185495777058?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/5939094185495777058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=5939094185495777058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5939094185495777058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5939094185495777058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-july-already.html' title='It&apos;s JULY already!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-7402727810084399158</id><published>2008-06-27T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:50:50.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission (IM)possible I</title><content type='html'>I've been assigned a daunting task.. and the outcome of this mission totally depends on how the other person performs. It's either mission possible if he thinks that I-M-possible or impossible if he refuses to budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the other person is none other than my youngest brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm a little guilt-ridden, for I was handled this task a long time ago, in fact, about 2 years ago but due to other commitments (which I thought were more pressing at that time), I kept procrastinating and now my brother's bearing the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I shall turn back the clock and make the impossible possible! It all boils down to him now.. yessss "no time to lose" and I hope YOU will mark your words and not lose time to DOTA-ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, get off the comp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-7402727810084399158?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/7402727810084399158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=7402727810084399158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7402727810084399158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7402727810084399158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/06/mission-impossible-i.html' title='Mission (IM)possible I'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-3502971162222769394</id><published>2008-06-21T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:18:19.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwwwwwwwwwwww</title><content type='html'>This' my 2nd time aww-ing in one morning. First to Jenny Pok, =P and second to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, for all that parents've done, I'm really glad to know that.. even if the sky falls down on me, they'll be there to support it! =P Sheesh man, now I sound like a dependent kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, the recent spate of events has made me feel their love even more so and somehow, I feel a tad remorseful for whatever I've done that caused them to worry. Hence, for them at least, I shall live life with aplomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWwwwwwwww....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-3502971162222769394?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/3502971162222769394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=3502971162222769394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3502971162222769394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3502971162222769394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/06/awwwwwwwwwwwww.html' title='Awwwwwwwwwwwww'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-3140126181743580671</id><published>2008-06-19T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:29:38.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;&lt;出人头地&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>These few days.. having nothing to do in the morning except for surfing the internet, occasionally jogging.. while waiting for my dad to wake up so that we can have brunch together, I have been watching this Channel 8 drama serial &lt;&lt;出人头地&gt;&gt;. This serial, starring Zoe Tay, Li Nanxing, Aileen Tan, Edmund Chen, is as old as, to be precise, older than me! OMG. Haha. But still, it's quite a good watch and its theme song's been ringing in my head, especially the following few lines.. which I thought, are very meaningful and apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;。。。一生要失败几回，&lt;br /&gt;才知道生活的意义。&lt;br /&gt;一生要爱过几回，&lt;br /&gt;才能了解爱的真谛。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots! Okay, a digression here.. I shall head back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-3140126181743580671?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/3140126181743580671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=3140126181743580671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3140126181743580671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3140126181743580671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='&lt;&lt;出人头地&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-4179558816096128919</id><published>2008-06-18T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:04:55.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In moderation</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I gotta learn to do this holidays, it would be to live in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to overdo stuff, kinda compulsively, obsessively, like procrastinating, eating, planning, surfing the internet, chatting, watching TV and more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you realise, I tend to commit SINS compulsively, obsessively and non of the good things like exercising, reading, studying, doing household chores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I were able to transfer some energy which I place on the SINS to things that I SHOULD do, probably my life would be more balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, would you bother yourself with this? &lt;a href="http://www.survive2012.com/geryl1.php"&gt;http://www.survive2012.com/geryl1.ph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.survive2012.com/geryl1.php"&gt;p&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4179558816096128919?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4179558816096128919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4179558816096128919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4179558816096128919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4179558816096128919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-moderation.html' title='In moderation'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-1381125215936750070</id><published>2008-06-15T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:45:43.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a SUNny DAY!</title><content type='html'>Yes it's sunny Sunday and it's also Father's Day! It's been a very long while since we last celebrated Father's Day and I reckon it's time we bring back the tradition. Hence, we've kind of planned for some activity tonight.. It'll be dinner after my mum knocks off from work and then a movie! I think the movie that my family last watched together, at a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CINEMA&lt;/span&gt;, was some Jackie Chan movie back in the 1990s. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going back to work on Friday to relief teach got me to realise how fast time whizzes by. 2 years passed, just like that. It's pretty amazing, seeing how those kids whom I met 2 years ago have grown up. Wow. Relief teaching's fun no doubt, allowing me to interact with kids, drenching myself in their not-so-innocent innocence. Haha sometimes, they ask the weirdest questions la. But still, I can only see myself relief teaching and not teaching as a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I mean yesterday, was well-spent Paint-A-Homing at Jamiyah Children's Home and catching up with wackomints- we painted the corridors. After yesterday's session, I concluded that painting's indeed therapeutic, without the odour that is. So, after painting, we went for bubble tea and to Astons for dinner. Food there's really not bad and reasonably priced too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great and enjoyable catching up with peeps whom I've not met for a very long time. And I realised that I'm starting to engage in conversations revolving around work, future and life. Man and from these conversations, it suddenly dawned upon me how directionless and unprepared I'm for the future.... and then I realised my dreams have diminished along the years, as I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has my motivation gone to? Where're those dreams I had when I was younger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time.. I dreamed big.. again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-1381125215936750070?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/1381125215936750070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=1381125215936750070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1381125215936750070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1381125215936750070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-sunny-day.html' title='It&apos;s a SUNny DAY!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-6934057187764768433</id><published>2008-06-12T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:01:36.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey hey!</title><content type='html'>This post's gonna be really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a point that I missed out while recounting my experiences in Cambodia. On the last day of the recce trip, while waiting for the taxi to arrive to take us to Phnom Penh, I read some magazines, Bee Ngoh's, on "DEATH". All right, it's a morbid topic but it set me thinking. Haha my parents would definitely bash me for doing so 'cause they DON'T believe in worrying about the future, as to them, life's really unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I asked Lao Lao how she'ld live the last 3 weeks of her life... She said she'ld meet up with friends and loved ones for the very last time and do the things that she's not done before. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've not found an answer to that question and I refuse to answer that, at least for now. All I know is that I should live life with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there ever something as a "perfect" answer to any questions in life? And what's the point of wasting time thinking of something that's so intangible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-6934057187764768433?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/6934057187764768433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=6934057187764768433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6934057187764768433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6934057187764768433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-hey.html' title='Hey hey!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-7835404378689861075</id><published>2008-06-11T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:18:29.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>Perhaps I've been too long away from Singapore, from media sources, to feel the effects of the catastrophes which took place some time ago. I only learnt about them when I checked my emails and realised that I've received some, asking for donations to help those affected by the cataclysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I thought, we'll be spend about SGD8000 refurbishing a school in dec, would this amount of money be better spent helping the victims of the calamity? Well, if I were to question further, it'ld definitely be an endless debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realised that I learn most about Singapore when I'm out of the country, that is, when I'm able to view Singapore from an outsider's perspectives. Only then will I be able to make comparisons, observe Singaporean mannerism and thoughts and really appreciate what I have back at home. Now that I'm back home, I think I'm slowing, subtly integrating back into society.. turning back into my old self.. the way I behaved, the way I thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, snap! It's good that I realised it now and so there's still time for remedy. Haha. Yup. Let me not waste the good time I spent in Cambodia, the things I've learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's only one thing to do right now, it'ld be... to progress!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-7835404378689861075?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/7835404378689861075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=7835404378689861075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7835404378689861075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7835404378689861075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm...'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-3426675200255832616</id><published>2008-06-09T20:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:49:43.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Cambodia! Part 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Recce Trip (5th June to 8th June)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I relate my experience proper, here's a glimpse of us, Lao Lao after 4 days in Cambodia and me, after 3 weeks in Cambodia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0cDXnXUNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Xu-3_vJXdqA/s1600-h/Cambodia+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0cDXnXUNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Xu-3_vJXdqA/s320/Cambodia+197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209851188141838546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prey Veng Province, Love Cambodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lao Lao arrived in Siem Reap not long after my team left for Singapore and so, I didn't spend much time waiting for her. Upon her arrival, we headed down to a guesthouse for breakfast and then made our way to meet Bee Ngoh, our YEP trip contact in Cambodia, in Prey Veng province. I hope Lao Lao has had a good experience in Cambodia, being there for the very first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Bee Ngoh's place, which's also a NGO called "Love Cambodia", at around 2.30pm. After which, we rested, discussed some stuff, watched "Cinderella Man" and had dinner together with some Singaporeans who are currently doing missionary work in Cambodia. I've learnt a lot more about Cambodia from the chat over dinner. Amazing stuff man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took their leave at around 8pm and we continued watching the movie. It was a pretty cool movie, rather thought-provoking as well. After the movie and bathing, we started chatting about stuff of Cambodia- its situation, development, about social work, community service till midnight. The conversation was information overload but it was definitely mind-nourishing for I learnt a lot more about Cambodia than I ever did before the 2 trips to Cambodia. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6th June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a typical Khmer breakfast of French baguette (due to the colonisation by the French in the 1800s) with spread, we embarked on our recce trip and visited 4 villages. That's when I learnt about a burglary which took place the night before, the burglar stole 1,000,000 riels = USD250 but I wasn't sure if he was arrested in the end. Due to this incident, we decided to give that village a miss and proceeded to Prey Kla, some 15 minutes away from Prey Veng town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads were extremely bumpy, making the ride unsuitable for people with motion-sickness. Upon reaching the village, we met up with the community based officials (CBOs)- people who monitor and plan the development of the village, to work something out. In the end, both Lao Lao and I were rather certain that this was the village we would want to work on as there's really a need to refurbish the school and that accommodation for a team would not be a problem in the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0gF8505-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/jHWhh4h3Tnw/s1600-h/Cambodia+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0gF8505-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/jHWhh4h3Tnw/s320/Cambodia+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209855630557636578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                          The floors of the school&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0gGZKxNVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OAM0BMwKAMM/s1600-h/Cambodia+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0gGZKxNVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OAM0BMwKAMM/s320/Cambodia+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209855638144890194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                            Our accommodation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, we visited Kampong Ongquinh- a place in need of toilets BUT security there IS a serious problem and that the water in that village's arsenic- a potential threat to the health of the members. Hence, we decided that we weren't in favour of working on this village. The last village in consideration was Village Slang, the one which I went to previously. There was not much that we could do there, besides building toilets and so we decided that we shall work on Prey Kla first and may consider other villages in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the recce and some intense discussion and agreements for the trip in december, we retired for the day. I turned in really early at night as I was rather brain fried from the activities in the day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 and 4 were spent visiting Prey Veng town, the market, the orphanage, watching sunset, eating, playing mind-boogling games, discussing about our trip and so on.. On Day 4, I attended Sunday service- my very first in Cambodia- but it was conducted in Khmer and so I spent half the time listening to the translation, by a Cambodian friend, and trying to figure out the gist of the preaching. Haha. It was still fun though! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0ixFkbEEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MDvO9Mvu35M/s1600-h/Cambodia+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0ixFkbEEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MDvO9Mvu35M/s320/Cambodia+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209858570641412162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Orphanage&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0k_CmQjYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Wi6DCVf-b8g/s1600-h/Cambodia+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0k_CmQjYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Wi6DCVf-b8g/s320/Cambodia+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209861009385229698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunset&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0k_j6BPkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/eUcCu8C_Kaw/s1600-h/Cambodia+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0k_j6BPkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/eUcCu8C_Kaw/s320/Cambodia+172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209861018326482498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck foetus- which Lao Lao claimed is very delicious, I ate 2 spoonfuls and concluded... it wasn't as scary as I thought haha.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0iv76i2LI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2NerDlW86S4/s1600-h/Cambodia+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0iv76i2LI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2NerDlW86S4/s320/Cambodia+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209858550869973170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0ivJq6_JI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qnDtgHAvOcg/s1600-h/Cambodia+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0ivJq6_JI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qnDtgHAvOcg/s320/Cambodia+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209858537382673554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the garden outside Bee Ngoh's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was enjoyable overall... except for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOSQUITOES!! The most bothersome things at night. Seriously. I woke up at least 5 times to apply insect repellant onto my skin but it failed to keep the mosquitoes away!! This left me with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0iuAe-KkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0h3LPsSp7YY/s1600-h/Cambodia+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0iuAe-KkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0h3LPsSp7YY/s320/Cambodia+211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209858517736761922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0iwcLeHPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pjxzF32Cay8/s1600-h/Cambodia+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0iwcLeHPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pjxzF32Cay8/s320/Cambodia+208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209858559530900722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lao Lao:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0moT7YqVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/XMoO9zBhcPQ/s1600-h/Cambodia+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0moT7YqVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/XMoO9zBhcPQ/s320/Cambodia+206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209862817923508562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've recounted my experiences in Cambodia, I've gained so much, intangibly, from this trip that I don't know how or where to start gathering and documenting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But firstly, I have to thank God for blessing us with a smooth trip and for all the enlightenment and wisdom bestowed. I hope that HE will always be there to guide us and to grant us with the courage and strength to overcome any obstacles that we may face along the way. Thank you Lord Jesus, Amen! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-3426675200255832616?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/3426675200255832616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=3426675200255832616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3426675200255832616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3426675200255832616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-to-cambodia-part-2.html' title='Welcome to Cambodia! Part 2..'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0cDXnXUNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Xu-3_vJXdqA/s72-c/Cambodia+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147042139496125072.post-1505581300240744194</id><published>2008-06-09T02:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:00:28.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Cambodia!</title><content type='html'>Suor-sdei! I'm back from Cambodia. This' my second trip to Cambodia and I must say that I've gained new perspectives and have enjoyed myself tremendously, in fact, more than I did last year. I'm really glad I've kind of fulfilled my purpose of going for expedition the second time. Besides expedition, I also extended my trip to recce for the CSC YEP trip in december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's really different now that I'm back. Everything here's so much more fast paced, efficient that I'm having a little difficulty adjusting back to reality and feeling a tad angsty trying to catch up with what I've missed out on ahaha. Nevertheless, I thank God for his blessings and I must that I'm really fortunate to be born and breed here. Alright, here's my resolution and a change I must make: to stop being an emo-Nemo and to appreciate all the little things in life. I've learnt that life's really too short to be wasted feeling unhappy and grouchy. =) Haha, I hereby hope for a better age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo... Here, presenting to you...*drum rolls* my visit to Cambodia in 2 parts- Eusoff Expedition and the Recce Trip! I spent a good whole 3 weeks there, from 20th May to 8th June, enduring insect bites, unbearable heat midst the good stuff like nice people, good food, slow pace of life and so on. Shan't divulge any further, read on to find out more! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eusoff Expedition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 0, Phnom Penh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We touched down in Phnom Penh at around 8pm, had dinner and checked into a guesthouse for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're certainly some signs of development in the city, with new building springing up at every corner, KFC, Swensens, a new mega shopping mall amongst some to name. In a way, it's good that Cambodia's developing but it's rather sad that it's slowly losing its original flavour to commercialisation. It's inevitable I guess, I hope the development'll be for the betterment of the Cambodians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 1 to 5, Village Slang in Prey Veng Province&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Village Slang's some 15 mins' ride away from Kampong Cham, the village we visited the previous year, and is a "new" village, in the sense that it hasn't received any help from YEP before. Hence, my group's the "pioneer" batch. This time round, we were there to build toilets and dig wells for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent day 1 to 3 learning to build toilets and dig well and I had my first time experience mixing cement, laying bricks, digging soil, operating the power generator for digging the well, connecting/changing drilling bits.. Definitely hard core labouring and not as simple as it seems. Though we did provide some assistance in these construction, I think we were more of a hindrance than a help, but we sure did provide the villagers with entertainment while struggling and fumbling with the equipment. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, our time wasn't just spent on construction, we also had some free time to wander around the village, visiting the vast paddy fields, admiring the blue skies with fluffy clouds and the best of it- playing with the kids. It's pretty amazing, like how we couldn't understand the Khmer language but still were able to communicate with them, inevitably with laughter and some embarrassment. One of their favourite activities, I realised, is scaring us- the city dwellers- with living creatures that they can dig out from nowhere, crabs ah, frogs ah, dragonflies ah. They love throwing/sticking these stuff on your skin and watch you scream! I wasn't a bit traumatised but played along with them still. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SEztHJT2YaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/eOrUO79dzDg/s1600-h/Cambodia+360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SEztHJT2YaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/eOrUO79dzDg/s320/Cambodia+360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209799575974863266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SEzusy8bKRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pbkQmMPdMEI/s1600-h/Cambodia+359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SEzusy8bKRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pbkQmMPdMEI/s320/Cambodia+359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209801322317687058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SEztHzoULII/AAAAAAAAAIE/0Y_Jop48v4Q/s1600-h/Cambodia+333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SEztHzoULII/AAAAAAAAAIE/0Y_Jop48v4Q/s320/Cambodia+333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209799587334990978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In between, I went to the market too, when my group was on duty, and never once got bored. The trip out was always refreshing. On one, we even stopped by to play a game of Chaol Chhoung (don't know if it's the correct name)- a popular Khmer ball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SEzxC-_xjqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iB-GRthbRuY/s1600-h/Cambodia+316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SEzxC-_xjqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iB-GRthbRuY/s320/Cambodia+316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209803902533340834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SEzxDZUqw7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/5CJeMDBOq9w/s1600-h/Cambodia+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SEzxDZUqw7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/5CJeMDBOq9w/s320/Cambodia+321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209803909600297906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SEzxCZurxHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UD8DI0eoxRI/s1600-h/Cambodia+318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SEzxCZurxHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UD8DI0eoxRI/s320/Cambodia+318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209803892529546354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 6 &amp;amp; 7, Phnom Penh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We decided to take a break from village life and set off for Phnom Penh really early in the morning at 8am. Phnom Penh's some 3 hours away from the village but we arrived in the afternoon as we pitstopped for breakfast and snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking into the guesthouse, a newly built one with lots of dust though, we had lunch at a nearby chinese restaurant and then made our way to Tuol Sleang genocide musuem. As some of us have been there before and agreed that one disturbing experience's enough, we decided to roam around Phnom Penh instead and headed down to the Olympic Market- a wholesale market. The walk there was exhilarating, having to beat the sun, the cars, the crowd and everything else to get there. As we were pretty exhausted, from the heat, we took a tuk-tuk back to meet up with the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it started. The passing around of gastric flu. Many of us fell sick later in the day, having diarrhea and fever. Nonetheless, we were still hyped up for dinner at Friends' Cafe and some chilling out at night. But frankly speaking, I felt that the city life, with the pollution, was making me sicker. I couldn't wish for more to be back in the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, despite our illness, we visited the Killing Fields and Russian Market the next day before heading back to Village Slang. Surprisingly, most of us were looking forward to going back to the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. As my batteries died on me, I couldn't take anymore photos! =( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 8 to 12, Village Slang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy to be back in the village. The air there was much fresher, the host family took really good care of us. Their hospitality really touched me. Here's the story, knowing that most of us were down, they cooked porridge for the team the next day, washed the toilets when dirtied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while the team was away in Phnom Penh, the workers continued toiling under the hot sun and finished digging all the wells and building all the toilets scheduled to be completed in just 2 days!! Haha. This only proved that we were more of a hindrance than help to them. =P Hence, with no more construction, we carried out some activities with the kids as planned. We taught them nursery rhymes with actions(- it was pure fun as the kids would just follow all the actions and it was really funny to see everyone fumbling and trying to keep up with the song at the same time), had Food Festival where I cooked sweet and sour pork(- which was superb, according to my friends hurhurhur), Sports Day, Origami session and a short English lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between, my spirits were slightly dampened by the release of results but I decided not to brood over spilt milk and got over it pretty quickly. =P The last few days were rather slack and that was when we felt that time was creeping.. literally.. but I kind of enjoyed that pace of life, not having to rush, to think of what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip climaxed on the last day when the villagers prepared a sumptuous meal for us! =) They cooked an entire duck in curry, served with rice noodles and bread. I bet I ate lots of duck innards, very delicious no doubt. Glutinous rice cake, banana cooked in sago and glutinous rice balls in sago soup were then served as desserts. After dinner, they set up a dance floor, blasted music from a stereo and taught us Khmer dance- their very own disco, right at our doorsteps. Haha. We were rather exhausted by then, but we relented and continued dancing as we felt obligated to join them. It was fun and one kind of an experience no doubt. The night ended with the entire team joining in for a last dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the village for Siem Reap very early the next morning. Some of us were teary-eyed and the hosts cried when we departed. The villagers, the place have certainly left an indelible mark in my mind.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0YQaxoQRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Bb3mV-dVcu8/s1600-h/Cambodia+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0YQaxoQRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Bb3mV-dVcu8/s200/Cambodia+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209847014281986322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0YPt6mkJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jKQxSUMpkhE/s1600-h/Cambodia+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0YPt6mkJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jKQxSUMpkhE/s200/Cambodia+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209847002240028818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0YQ3ZfA1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/GZJDNAFELTY/s1600-h/Cambodia+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0YQ3ZfA1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/GZJDNAFELTY/s200/Cambodia+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209847021965345618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0YRQ0O3II/AAAAAAAAAJE/2no1D_ZdAOY/s1600-h/Cambodia+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0YRQ0O3II/AAAAAAAAAJE/2no1D_ZdAOY/s200/Cambodia+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209847028788419714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                 My all-time favourite, the host's daughter, super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0Z0i3WzyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/EiJ79SZ30Y4/s1600-h/Cambodia+393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SE0Z0i3WzyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/EiJ79SZ30Y4/s200/Cambodia+393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209848734440410914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;                                                                            A close-up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 to 16, Siem Reap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days at Siem Reap were spent chilling out as I've been to many places the last time. While others were at Angkor Wat, beating the sun and scaling the temples, I was having a great time chilling out at the various cafes and restaurants, shopping at the markets, massaging. Nothing exciting happened, just lots of time to spare there and take things slow. I'ld say Siem Reap's a much nicer place to hang out compared to Phnom Penh, the place is relatively cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, something kind of disappointed me on the day of departure. My friend left his digicam at the guesthouse that we stayed in and was pretty certain that he last saw it on the bed. However, the staff who checked the rooms before we paid for our accommodation denied that he saw the digicam and was adamant that the digicam was not in the room. He refused to let us check the room, claiming that they've searched the place thoroughly, despite getting a local, our driver cum tour guide- Tola, to speak to them. Tola was pretty sure that they've kept the digicam. Well, a lesson learnt from this episode- never to be careless and forgetful. As for my friend, he was rather sad that he had lost.. not his digicam, but rather, beautiful memories of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so while the trip ended for some.. it's the beginning of a whole new experience for me as I waited for Lao Lao to arrive.. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-1505581300240744194?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/1505581300240744194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=1505581300240744194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1505581300240744194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1505581300240744194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-to-cambodia.html' title='Welcome to Cambodia!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3C2dOpE_-4/SEztHJT2YaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/eOrUO79dzDg/s72-c/Cambodia+360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147042139496125072.post-5422402350266553822</id><published>2008-05-19T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:03:34.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd chances</title><content type='html'>A drama serial now showing on Channel 8 set me thinking about having 2nd chances in life. It happened in that drama serial, but for one thing I believe certainly, 2nd chances don't happen in REAL life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if.. How differently would I have lived my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looking back on the things I've done, though I made a few wrong choices, decisions, mistakes, I must say that it's important not to live life with regrets. What I'm doing right now, where I am at this present moment, are all the outcome of the decisions I made in the past. Yup. I'm happy with where I'm now, though I think I can be happier (people never get satisfied). But oh wells, that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I've learnt recently- never take life for granted. Life's really the most fragile thing on earth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sheesh, perhaps this' a syndrome of growing "old" (alright, I really hate this word.), when fears start creeping out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has my dare-devil spirit gone to??? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-5422402350266553822?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/5422402350266553822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=5422402350266553822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5422402350266553822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5422402350266553822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/05/2nd-chances.html' title='2nd chances'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-982534075535362760</id><published>2008-05-17T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:56:08.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams are my reality.</title><content type='html'>This place's been neglected, as expected haha. The forbidden fruit tastes better. Anyway, I've been sleeping a lot recently, it's just soooooooo comfortable at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird it may sound, I kind of "control" my dreams nowadays. Enough of catastrophes and the hard cold reality of this scary world, I'm indulging in dreaming about funny happy things, which I know, won't happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weakling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-982534075535362760?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/982534075535362760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=982534075535362760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/982534075535362760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/982534075535362760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/05/dreams-are-my-reality.html' title='Dreams are my reality.'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-8137853736856918208</id><published>2008-05-06T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:31:26.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>I'm totally amazed by this young lady's ingenuity! I think she's 19 this year, (just like 2 years younger than me) and is so into web designing that she has set up a website dedicated to this interest of hers. And she even has tutorials on web designing.. Wow, a girl who knows what she wants! Admirable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah.. I'm picking up web designing by the way, and chanced upon her website while doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, take a look! &lt;a href="http://www.sixseven.org/"&gt;http://www.sixseven.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-8137853736856918208?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/8137853736856918208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=8137853736856918208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8137853736856918208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8137853736856918208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-4767893617398529448</id><published>2008-05-05T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:27:30.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;All my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is changing everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In every possible way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's never quite as it seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never quite as it seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I've felt like this before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I'm feeling it even more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO SAY THIS! I'm liberated! Yay from exams! Ahaha. It's been rather intense, emotional and has been a inner struggle. Now I can blog, facebook, think about GAW, YEP, other stuff with ease, without any constraints. BUT somehow, the forbidden fruit tastes better. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather lost now, as I've not plans for the day, at least for tonight, unlike the past few weeks whereby my goals would be to complete a few sets of notes/tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these aside. I think this semester has been a rather unforgettable one, in a way, awakening. Haha. =) I'm slowly gaining momentum, keeping up with the competitiveness, unearthing the fighting spirit in me again, having some purpose in life and not bumming my life away, like what I did for the past 3 semesters, sad to say. I've lost 3 precious semesters and can't afford to lose more and I still very much want to attend commencement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only... I had realised it earlier, but all's done and one should not look back and lament. No regrets, I've gained some, lost some, just hope that I won't make the same mistakes again. =)=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4767893617398529448?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4767893617398529448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4767893617398529448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4767893617398529448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4767893617398529448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-my-life-is-changing-everyday-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-731174975479919708</id><published>2008-05-05T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:42:39.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last one.. Last lap.. Last chance</title><content type='html'>Yess.. I'm a few more hours away from liberation! My last paper's at 5pm today but I'm feeling rather unmotivated. It's not like I've finished studying or like I'm really confident about it, I'm just.. still jaded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many things are waiting for me to be done once exams are over! Boohoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a love-hate thingy la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-731174975479919708?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/731174975479919708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=731174975479919708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/731174975479919708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/731174975479919708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-one-last-lap-last-chance.html' title='Last one.. Last lap.. Last chance'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-7217108647867138489</id><published>2008-05-04T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:09:22.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slap me left right, up down and diagonal X 10000000000000000 times!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG! Someone please enlighten me! My exams will be over tomorrow and I should be making full use of the last moments to infuse as much knowledge as possible BUT right now, I'm feeling very jaded and I just feel like sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a freak I hate myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-7217108647867138489?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/7217108647867138489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=7217108647867138489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7217108647867138489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7217108647867138489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/05/slap-me-left-right-up-down-and-diagonal.html' title='Slap me left right, up down and diagonal X 10000000000000000 times!!!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-1215882138388625252</id><published>2008-05-01T22:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:30:06.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May, may I?</title><content type='html'>Haha! I can't believe I blogged most in April, even to the extent of posting 2 or more entries in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging's a good way of keeping in touch with the past, the way you thought, the things you did and of course, as a storage of your memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my blog's been pretty dull, shall revamp it after the exams! With more pictures too I hope! Haha! So who's kind enough to model for my blog?? Hurhur *evil grinz* YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-1215882138388625252?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/1215882138388625252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=1215882138388625252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1215882138388625252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1215882138388625252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-may-i.html' title='May, may I?'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-1860804463803262130</id><published>2008-05-01T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:07:14.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day</title><content type='html'>It's Labour Day and it doesn't feel like it 'cause I'm an undergrad and it's the exam period so right now, everyday's just Happy Mugging Day, only the uni staff get some time off.. eh liddat is the library open today??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-1860804463803262130?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/1860804463803262130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=1860804463803262130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1860804463803262130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1860804463803262130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/05/labour-day.html' title='Labour Day'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-8387077634538636816</id><published>2008-04-27T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T12:23:52.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Here's another sunday morning call&lt;br /&gt;You hear yer head-a-banging on the door&lt;br /&gt;Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl&lt;br /&gt;Into the day that couldn't give you more&lt;br /&gt;But what for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To score well for exams!! Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I think my biological clock's been disrupted, rather badly. Part of the reason why I failed to fall asleep on Friday night was due to my upsetted biological clock. Nowadays, I sleep in the morning, say 6am, and wake up just before noon and the whole cycle repeats. I'm pretty pissed about how fast time past. Like yesterday, I felt that I didn't accomplish much due to my afternoon paper which took up the entire afternoon, tuition in the late afternoon and a bit of slacking at night.. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Jenny pok has fallen sick, from too much "heaty" snacks, drink lotsa water babe, get well soon! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope time can slow down...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-8387077634538636816?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/8387077634538636816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=8387077634538636816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8387077634538636816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/8387077634538636816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-morning-call.html' title='Sunday Morning Call'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-4606241921200608924</id><published>2008-04-26T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:54:40.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up my idea!</title><content type='html'>Yes as I was mentioning that I couldn't get to sleep last night and was fretting about not having sufficient rest and mental power for my paper.. Thank God I fell asleep soon after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT to my extreme shock and horror, I realised that the paper was at 1pm, only moments before I was all ready to set out and head to MPSH! Sheesh, luckily I met my friend at the canteen who then informed me of the "good news".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I'm an ultimate cockster, think I contracted the bug from someone. *Hurhurhur* &gt;l&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see all obstacles in my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sun-Shiny day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sun-Shiny day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but when?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4606241921200608924?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4606241921200608924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4606241921200608924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4606241921200608924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4606241921200608924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/wake-up-my-idea.html' title='Wake up my idea!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-581351373178178332</id><published>2008-04-26T04:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T04:59:47.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sob Sob</title><content type='html'>Why? Why does it have to be this night of all nights? I just can't get to sleep and it doesn't help much when my skin's itching like mad. I think it's some allergic reactions to too much MSG. 'Cause I had lotsa MSG the past few days and a lot and a lot of "heaty" stuff. The itch comes, I scratch my skin, a moment later, the rash disappears and some other part's targeted. Sigh. Why? And I need sleep for my paper at frigging 9am later! Crap, I feel like crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Jesus, I really need your help to make me sleep right now and get some quality rest before my exam later. Please Lord, make the itch disappear and get me to sleep now. In your mighty name I pray, Amen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-581351373178178332?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/581351373178178332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=581351373178178332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/581351373178178332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/581351373178178332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/sob-sob.html' title='Sob Sob'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-3190345112408711871</id><published>2008-04-25T17:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:20:11.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in its rawest form.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm blogging, instead of studying yeah. Hmm. I realised that blogging is, to me, speaking to myself. You know, when you think, thoughts spring up all around the place messily and blogging helps me organise my thoughts. I think I've yet to master the art of conveying my thoughts clearly to anyone 'cause it's really quite tough to retain the full meaning of a thought when expressed verbally. Unlike blogging, there's no backspace when you speak. In a way, I think blogging is drawing me away from the real world, as in, away from people 'cause I don't see a need to share my thoughts/feelings with them anymore as I always seek solace in blogging nowadays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I actually do think a lot when I study! Don't get me wrong, I don't recall on what I studied, rather, I think about life. Sheesh, self-distracting heh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something which I've noticed lately.. Life is really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some entertainment- joy I found while listening to Jay Chou's Ye Qu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...为你弹着&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;小胖&lt;/span&gt;的夜曲，记得我失去的&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ice-cream&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Jay Chou's fans won't kill me for this! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-3190345112408711871?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/3190345112408711871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=3190345112408711871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3190345112408711871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3190345112408711871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-blogging-instead-of-studying-yeah.html' title='Beauty in its rawest form.'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-3546009669988162373</id><published>2008-04-24T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T12:47:44.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>I've changed the time and date settings. It's just disconcerting to see a post that I typed this morning is dated Wednesday and timed at 9.10pm when I freaking typed it at 11.30am!! All right, so much for the annoyance, everything's been rectified! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-3546009669988162373?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/3546009669988162373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=3546009669988162373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3546009669988162373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3546009669988162373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-1520953478912891333</id><published>2008-04-24T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T12:45:24.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon baby do the locomotion!</title><content type='html'>Everybody's doin' a brand new dance now&lt;br /&gt;(C'mon baby do the loco-motion)&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll get to like it&lt;br /&gt;If you give it a chance now&lt;br /&gt;(C'mon baby do the loco-motion)&lt;br /&gt;My little baby sister can do it with ease&lt;br /&gt;It's easier than learning your a b c's&lt;br /&gt;So come on, come on,&lt;br /&gt;Do the loco-motion with me&lt;br /&gt;You gotta swing your hips now&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby,(baby), jump up, mmm jump back&lt;br /&gt;Well I think you got the knack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby and I'm chug-a chugging like a railway train now to the library. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh man, super sinful, I slept for 7 hours! Darn it! When I only wanted about 5.5 hours of sleep... all 'cause of the rain and I decided that we couldn't go to the library when it was raining and so went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. Geeezzzzz.. 1.5 days to D-Day. Amazingly fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-1520953478912891333?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/1520953478912891333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=1520953478912891333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1520953478912891333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/1520953478912891333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/cmon-do-locomotion.html' title='C&apos;mon baby do the locomotion!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-5888871918491605950</id><published>2008-04-23T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:31:16.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About smell</title><content type='html'>I like what my friend said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you smell shit, it means that shit particles are entering your nostrils."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha. Makes sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak, I wonder how many thousands, millions shit/garbage/vomit/urine/"hong-kong" feet etc... particles have entered my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder it's been poisoned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-5888871918491605950?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/5888871918491605950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=5888871918491605950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5888871918491605950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5888871918491605950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/about-smell.html' title='About smell'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-4324951887260668005</id><published>2008-04-22T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:37:38.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A million gazillion thoughts</title><content type='html'>I can't quantify the amount of thoughts I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was but I was wrong. I think therefore I am. And I'm so glad to have realised it now and not later, though I've wasted almost 21 years of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I? Why did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4324951887260668005?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4324951887260668005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4324951887260668005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4324951887260668005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4324951887260668005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/million-gazillion-thoughts.html' title='A million gazillion thoughts'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-5475840980751399312</id><published>2008-04-22T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:46:05.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day to remember...</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Wei! Many many happy returns and all the best in everything you do! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, bro2 turns 16 today. Time flies. But he'll forever be that adorable mischievous youngest brother of mine! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-5475840980751399312?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/5475840980751399312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=5475840980751399312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5475840980751399312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5475840980751399312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-to-remember.html' title='A day to remember...'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-3077501636195525068</id><published>2008-04-20T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:38:52.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional</title><content type='html'>Gosh I didn't know quitting the internet can be so difficult! I'm trying really really hard now.. Have reduced my time Staries-ing, have stopped checking emails every now and then.. So what now? I've to stop blogging! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out for dinner with my family just now, to celebrate bro2's birthday. Had dinner at Fig &amp;amp; Olive at Vivocity. I think, I gotta rate it hmm... 2.5/5. The only nice food there was the Melted Fish &amp;amp; Chips and perhaps Mocha Figo. Haha. The pasta that we ordered were.. well below our expectations. Bad food aside, it was great hanging out with my family, albeit my bros were at times, annoying. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we've all grown up. I miss those days where would go cycling at the park, go here, go there. And just have fun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're all lured by different temptations, computer games, guitar, movies etc. Well, hopefully we will bond even stronger over our differences. Oh man, the more I should quit the internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-3077501636195525068?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/3077501636195525068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=3077501636195525068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3077501636195525068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3077501636195525068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/perhaps-perhaps-perhaps.html' title='Unconditional'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-3815127897119953852</id><published>2008-04-20T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:41:29.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Confession</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through the papers today and an article on the front page caught my attention. It was on "Tech Geeks", not really referring to tech savvy people but rather, people who are addicted to technology. Haha. I must say that I'm one of these people. Hence, while I was reading, I was silently agreeing with all the syndromes and behaviour mentioned. In fact, more and more people are turning into tech geeks and this trend's causing many people and companies to worry.. Haha to the extent that some have already come up with "No interent for a day" campaigns etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost turned hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I have surfed the net for six hours straight before, unknowingly and aimlessly. I dreamt of playing Staries and checking emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I've managed to kick off the addiction (for now), due to studying for exams and the bad scare I had this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots. Now you see why I'm always complaining about the lack of time. I was hooked onto the net. And I'm rehabilitating. Pardon me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-3815127897119953852?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/3815127897119953852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=3815127897119953852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3815127897119953852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3815127897119953852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/confession.html' title='A Confession'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-608721605387616321</id><published>2008-04-19T03:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T03:08:39.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>I love&lt;em&gt; this particular&lt;/em&gt; Friday night/ Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining heavily outside. Rain drops are pitter pattering hard onto the ground. There's total silence, except for the rain/thunder and light soft music playing from my laptop. Woots. Just perfect for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can still this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-608721605387616321?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/608721605387616321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=608721605387616321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/608721605387616321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/608721605387616321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-4530275524225179329</id><published>2008-04-18T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:15:41.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncloud the clouded mind</title><content type='html'>It's the last day of Semester 4 and inevitably, have some thoughts about this entire semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a test today. Haha yah on the last day of school. It wasn't easy at all, compared to the previous quiz, which was "chicken feet".. sad to say. But harping on it ain't gonna do me any good now. Hence, after this post, I'm gonna burry my head in books and notes and hopefully knowledge will diffuse into my brains. Haha. Fat hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, back to my thoughts. This semester was a fresh start for me, considering the fact that I was fumbling my way through the past 3 semesters, not knowing (for sure) what I was studying about. At least, the modules this semester, with design projects and stuff, kinda interest me more and I'm thankful to have a few friends to tide through this period together. Hence, overall, I must say, I had fun in school. Ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it also boils down to my change in mentality towards studying. Like to stop complaining and to enjoy the entire process instead. For me, it works when I feel like I'm studying to empower myself and not studying for the sake of obtaining good grades and stuff. Haha. Well, I hope all's not too late and that there's still sufficient time for remedy. Four more semesters to go and I'll be out, facing the corporate world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a part of me is dreading it... Is that the path that I've to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe........................................................... I'm such a procrastinator I should bang my head against the wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"just believe that God will see u through!!" =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4530275524225179329?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4530275524225179329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4530275524225179329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4530275524225179329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4530275524225179329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/uncloud-clouded-mind.html' title='Uncloud the clouded mind'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-7537874412103760508</id><published>2008-04-17T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:03:51.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无奈</title><content type='html'>我是一条虫。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-7537874412103760508?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/7537874412103760508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=7537874412103760508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7537874412103760508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/7537874412103760508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='无奈'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-2281127326653735428</id><published>2008-04-16T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T03:29:38.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity is suffocating.. Please help her!!</title><content type='html'>It sucks when Creativity's been stifled 'cause of other stuff that are happening at the same time and it doesn't help much when I TRY not to think about the other stuff 'cause it's just occupies a humongous part of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph! Stupid Exams chase Creativity away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once.. again, I feel like a wooden block. A block head, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creativity, please appear and strike me in your whatever forms!&lt;/em&gt; Sigh. And I know it's time to sleep, a good time to think BUT my brains are screaming "sleep". So I guess, I've no choice but to wait for the other stuff to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, utter crap. I'm typing this at 3.30am in the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-2281127326653735428?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/2281127326653735428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=2281127326653735428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/2281127326653735428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/2281127326653735428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/creativity-is-suffocating-please-help.html' title='Creativity is suffocating.. Please help her!!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-5633861904898040673</id><published>2008-04-14T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T08:14:35.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I... Wish I...</title><content type='html'>If I could NOT do the following stuff (for the next 3 weeks that is), I'ld give myself a very very big treat come 5th May! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Log in to Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;2) Blog.&lt;br /&gt;3) Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;4) Sleep more than 8 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;5) Check emails everday.&lt;br /&gt;6) Drink more than 2 cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;7) Surf the internet other than for study purposes.&lt;br /&gt;8) Daydream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to entice myself further (with the treat of course!!), I shall list down what I'ld treat myself to if I could stick to my resolutions.. Something sweet and simple! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good book to read and a good cuppa of ice-blended, with WHIPPED CREAM, at Coffeebean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay! Sooooooooo looking forward to my "getaway". It's all in the mind and all about self-discipline!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-5633861904898040673?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/5633861904898040673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=5633861904898040673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5633861904898040673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5633861904898040673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-i-wish-i.html' title='If I... Wish I...'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-2668049407511318042</id><published>2008-04-13T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:26:10.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Social Enterprise</title><content type='html'>Wheee! I went for a talk today, organised by the MISE committee. It was supposed to be a workshop on Executive Summary, or so we were told before hand and thus I was expecting a lengthy, boring session on the techniques of writing a good executive summary. BUT hell not, it turned out to be a rather benefitting session, somewhat inspiring too, as they've invited a few social entrepreneurs to share their experiences with us! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that the social entrepreneurs are really capable with foresight and big hearts. I was initially baffled by the term "social enterprise" as Bin and I debated on its definition. Is it a cause and effect thing? As in, do we start a business first then work on its social aspect or the other way round? However, after listening to the speakers, I think we've both got a clearer picture as to what it's all about. I guess, for us, it was be more of starting a business that will be beneficial to the society. Hmm.. and that means we gotta revise our plans! So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, besides this MISE thing. I've learnt that starting a business ain't an easy thing at all. You gotta have foresight, to identify the needs of the people which are not yet satisfied. Then, you gotta come up with realistic sound plans then consider many (and I really mean a lot) of aspects, from market analysis to finance to human to resources to management to sustainabiltiy and then implementation of the plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe that it's all about having the continuous drive and passion for the things you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes man! Hehe! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-2668049407511318042?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/2668049407511318042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=2668049407511318042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/2668049407511318042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/2668049407511318042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-social-enterprise_13.html' title='On Social Enterprise'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-896848554150206602</id><published>2008-04-12T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T02:43:53.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Advertisement**</title><content type='html'>I'm here to advertise for my newly set up self-interest group. It's called "Kick Facebook Addiction" and I'm the founder. Anyone who's addicted to Facebook is free to join, just leave down your email address and contact number and I'll start contacting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, we'll help each other tide through the withdrawal period and provide an avenue for you to discover far more benefitting interests and hobbies, other than Facebooking. Hence if emotional support's what you need during this trying period, joining this group should be your first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-896848554150206602?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/896848554150206602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=896848554150206602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/896848554150206602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/896848554150206602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/advertisement.html' title='**Advertisement**'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-435398121968791461</id><published>2008-04-11T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:00:07.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staries Part 2</title><content type='html'>OH frigging! I'm hooked onto Staries. In fact, addicted, such that when I don't log on to Facebook to play it, I suffer from withdrawal symptons. Sheesh, evils of the internet. Anyway, haha when I was playing Staries today, some thoughts struck me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I've managed to climb up the leader board BUT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Staries, according to other friends who played it before, is passe. They have moved on to other games while I'm still stuck at it. The point is that, like in life, things progress very quickly and thus fad changes very quickly. I must say that by now, I'm pretty good at Staries, always scoring more than 10 000, compared to the measly 5000 when I first started playing because practice makes perfect and I improve each time I play. BUT the truth in life is, time doesn't wait for you. By the time I've mastered Staries, people're playing other games already. Just like real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack of all trades or master of one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The high score ain't mine. Hurhur, actually Jenny pok played and got that high score!! HAHAHA.. So the thing's about leveraging on others' talents/ intelligence to get things done! =) Kidding man Jenny pok!! Haha, but thanks for helping me set the record! Hahaha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I'm kinda lame and crazy to some extent to be analysing Staries again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihi Mr Cyclone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-435398121968791461?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/435398121968791461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=435398121968791461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/435398121968791461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/435398121968791461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/staries-part-2.html' title='Staries Part 2'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-5371395671342528399</id><published>2008-04-10T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:40:29.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAAKKK!!</title><content type='html'>I'm soooooooooooo distracted!! So distracted that I wish I could travel back time, to the past when all the great inventors lived and then see for myself how they worked on their ideas and turned them into reality, into the stuff that we're using right now!!! OMG OMG OMG! I wouldn't mind meeting them in my dreams anyhow.. =) Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;I can't concentrate on studying now. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-5371395671342528399?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/5371395671342528399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=5371395671342528399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5371395671342528399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5371395671342528399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/freaakkk.html' title='FREAAKKK!!'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-3971378003894360707</id><published>2008-04-09T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:43:02.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consciousness</title><content type='html'>Once again, this brings me back to the topic on human beings. I really find human beings, ok me included haha, really powerful. I especially admire inventors, people who have built something out of nothing. Sometimes, I wonder how and where they got their capabilities from. Were they born smart or were they smart because of what they were born into? I've self-debated on this cause and effect phenomenon before. No doubt, being gifted is one thing BUT how one make use of this gift is another thing. I do believe that NOT all inventors are really brilliant, however, they all have 2 common traits- perseverance and courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, I feel that many people, &lt;strong&gt;me included&lt;/strong&gt;, are unable to do what they really like because they lack courage and are too self-consciousness. Some are wary about how and what others may think of them. Some get discouraged by people's words. Seeing these obstacles and not being willing to break out of their comfort zone to face the disagreements, they don't pursue what they desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've one very good example here. My own brother, bro1. He's currently waiting for school to start in 2 weeks' time and all along, has thoughts of working to earn some pocket money, after my advice haha. Hence, in Feb, he wanted to apply for a job at Cafe Cartel BUT on the account that I accompanied him to the interview as he was very shy (he claimed!! wah piang, so cowardy!!) However, due to my busy school schedule and everything, I couldn't accompany him at all, though I tried to squeeze some time out. Soon, after 2 weeks of failing to get hold of me, he gave up and didn't even want to try for the job &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt; despite much persuasion. And so, he spent the past 2 months bumming around at home, with his friends.. which I felt, could have been better spent on something else. He gained absolutely nothing for these 3 months!! And I'm pretty certain about this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I can hope for is bro1 to be more driven in life and hopefully, he will be able to set some personal goals and will have the &lt;strong&gt;courage and perseverance&lt;/strong&gt; to pursue them once he starts studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-3971378003894360707?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/3971378003894360707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=3971378003894360707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3971378003894360707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/3971378003894360707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/consciousness.html' title='Consciousness'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-4875613145641065225</id><published>2008-04-08T09:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:57:12.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tunnel</title><content type='html'>The end is as near as the light is as far from sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph. Terrible. I realised that my frequency of blogging is proportional to my level of anxiety. Shucks. Tis' bad 'cause I could have better spend my time on other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird right, humans.. Or rather me. Somehow, I seem to know where the problem lies BUT I ain't doing anything to rectify the problem, instead I'm here whining and complaining about how things should have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERRRR.. I'm so disgusted with myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anyway, I was all prepared to go for lecture this morning, only to receive a call from Yanmin who told me that the lecturer (I shall keep his identity confidential haha) hasn't uploaded the lecture notes and apparently he announced on ivle that he'll be referring to the textbook instead. Like WTH right, not everyone has the textbook la. Hence, we've decided &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; to go for lecture. Sheesh. The one and only lecture we've missed ever since. Hurhur, just to boast a bit. :P Well fine, I better spend these 2 hours well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-4875613145641065225?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/4875613145641065225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=4875613145641065225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4875613145641065225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/4875613145641065225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/tunnel.html' title='The Tunnel'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-23939188485536914</id><published>2008-04-07T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T15:46:32.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d(r)ead-ed</title><content type='html'>Oh crap! Oh well. Oh no. Oh shit. Oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-23939188485536914?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/23939188485536914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=23939188485536914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/23939188485536914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/23939188485536914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/dread-ed.html' title='d(r)ead-ed'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-6652912524426837261</id><published>2008-04-06T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:40:39.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If this goes on..</title><content type='html'>I may drop out of school BUT I don't have the ingenuity/good luck/foresight/business acumen/perseverance of Bill Gates or Michael Dell or whoever-schooldropout-turned-billionaires!! Freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've no choice then but to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGHH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah anyway, weirdly, I'm depressed over certain issue I came across in the news and I can't seem to shake off that feeling. And it's freaking distracting that whenever I try to read my notes, I think about that entire issue again! OMG. Why am I caring so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warum?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Just 5 more minutes for me to wrap up my thoughts and I'm gonna hit my notes again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-6652912524426837261?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/6652912524426837261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=6652912524426837261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6652912524426837261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6652912524426837261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-this-goes-on.html' title='If this goes on..'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-5903800496081914760</id><published>2008-04-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:48:59.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is in sight</title><content type='html'>Yup stay focused!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOCUS&lt;br /&gt;FOCUs&lt;br /&gt;FOCus&lt;br /&gt;FOcus&lt;br /&gt;Focus&lt;br /&gt;focus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying for the sake of gaining new knowledge, empowering oneself and not for the sake of obtaining good grades has presented me with a whole new learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, I'll try my very best and see how it goes. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-5903800496081914760?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/5903800496081914760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=5903800496081914760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5903800496081914760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5903800496081914760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/end-is-in-sight.html' title='The end is in sight'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-6411592703725976987</id><published>2008-04-01T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:10:57.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-6411592703725976987?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/6411592703725976987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=6411592703725976987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6411592703725976987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6411592703725976987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/04/road-not-taken-two-roads-diverged-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-6256519761481244227</id><published>2008-03-31T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:05:27.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Have you ever sat back and thought through the things that you've done in the past and realised that you've not done much? Have you ever felt that you've not lived life to its best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I've made the right decision. No regrets. This'll be the end of a chapter and a start to a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncomplicate the complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-6256519761481244227?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/6256519761481244227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=6256519761481244227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6256519761481244227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6256519761481244227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/03/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-9101478995716098413</id><published>2008-03-30T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:49:28.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Science</title><content type='html'>It's really really amazing how powerful we are (or rather, how God has created us), how we take charge of life, do research, explore the intricacies of life, derive complex equations and so on omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder, how scientists come up with theories, theorems and equations and somehow make them work. And how they explore intangible things, like mangetic field and so on and see the earth as a whole, when some parts of earth are inaccessible. OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm simply fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart discovery channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a dream, or rather a nightmare. Ok, it wasn't scary but it got my heart palpitating. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I was supposed to go for a piano exam the next day but I hadn't mastered my exam pieces. And if I didn't remember wrongly, I just practised my exam pieces through the night and went for exams in the end... Then I woke up in the middle of the night, heaved a sigh of relief when I realised that I've a month to exams. Not too long, but enough to catch up and do all that I can to..................................................... Thank goodness this "dream" came at the right time, maybe it's a sign. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, if you can't find me anywhere else, I'll most probably be in the library. Hurhur. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-9101478995716098413?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/9101478995716098413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=9101478995716098413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/9101478995716098413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/9101478995716098413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/03/naked-science.html' title='Naked Science'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-5962153783541177013</id><published>2008-03-27T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:37:07.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staries</title><content type='html'>This post's dedicated Staries, the online game which I'm hooked on for the present moment. Haha. I think, there're stuff that I can learn from Staries which I find rather applicable to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There's more than one solution to a problem.&lt;br /&gt;- 'cause there's sometimes more than one way to bring 3 stars together. If moving them horizontally won't work, you can try the vertical direction and sometimes, you'll be in for a COMBO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Not to be too impulsive and see the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;- 'cause sometimes, in a bid to group the stars as much as possible, one may actually neglect another combination that can group more stars together or even result in a COMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Everything will come to an end, so do not give up.&lt;br /&gt;- 'cause, no matter what, the game will end, somehow. Thus, there's no point giving up, in the sense that one quits the game when he/she thought that there's no more moves. The game WILL tell you when there's no more moves. Hence, it's good to keep trying to find stars to group together. Though life won't tell us when the end is, we should still keep on trying, at least a bit harder each time and who knows, we will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Locks can be opened.&lt;br /&gt;- cause' when the right coloured stars appear next to a lock, it can be opened. Sometimes, one needs to wait for the right moment to open the lock that's hindering he/she from progressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, pretty lame to be analysing STARIES haha.. Gosh, can't believe it has an impact on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-5962153783541177013?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/5962153783541177013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=5962153783541177013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5962153783541177013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/5962153783541177013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/03/staries.html' title='Staries'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</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-7147042139496125072.post-6890468045196427598</id><published>2008-03-27T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:04:58.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool</title><content type='html'>Here's a lil story I heard and I'm writing this down lest I forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl A and Girl B are good friends and both have graduated from university. Girl A graduated with an engineering degree and is running her own business while Girl B graduated with a PhD in law. One fine day, they met up for dinner to catch up with each other. They chatted about life, their directions in life and random stuff. Then they decided to play a game whereby they will ask each other questions and the party who couldn't anser would have to pay the other money. As Girl A's just a mediocre businesswoman, she'ld pay Girl B 5 bucks if she weren't able to answer her question while Girl B'ld pay 5000 bucks ('cause lawyer mah, then very knowledgeable). And so the game begins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl B started the questioning first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl B: What's the distance from the sun to the moon, divided by the speed of light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl A thought hard for a while and replied, "I don't know". She then paid Girl B 5 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Girl A asked Girl B a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl A: What's this ugly looking green animal that has 3 legs on land, 2 legs in water and curls up like a ball when it's frightened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl B was dumbstruck. She started searching for the answer, exhausting all her sources- calling all her friends, asking for their help to search the encloypedia and so on. After 3 hours, she gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl B: I give up. Here's 5000 dollars, so what's the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl A: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Girl A paid her 5 bucks for not being able to answer her question. Despite losing 10 bucks, she earned 5000 in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's up to an individual interpretation of the significance of this story. To me, it tells me that we should not think too much, as the solution to a problem may be just that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, time to retire for the day. I'm darn shagged; my brain's hurting badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147042139496125072-6890468045196427598?l=itisallright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/feeds/6890468045196427598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147042139496125072&amp;postID=6890468045196427598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6890468045196427598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147042139496125072/posts/default/6890468045196427598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itisallright.blogspot.com/2008/03/cool.html' title='Cool'/><author><name>jani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09609842908137390546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
