<?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-6755009</id><updated>2011-08-03T13:19:09.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wenlong</title><subtitle type='html'>live and let die</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-3908311189425975365</id><published>2009-11-17T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:28:44.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another year another november9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for my supposedly annual round-up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's good (could be better) but all in all, i'm happy.&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/6755009-3908311189425975365?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/3908311189425975365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=3908311189425975365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/3908311189425975365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/3908311189425975365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-year-another-november9th.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-7213805144208583780</id><published>2009-06-09T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:38:17.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reminiscence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was listening to my ipod as usual on the way home. Loaded a couple of Queen albums into it the night before, but i did not expected to hear a song i've thought i heard before, but somewhere down the road, i've lost it. Hearing it brought back a familiar feeling i can't really explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Queen | Love Of My Life&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love of my life, you've hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've broken my heart and now you leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life can't you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it back, bring it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it away from me, because you don't know -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it means to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've taken my love, you now desert me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life can't you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it back, bring it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it away from me, because you don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it means to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this is blown over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything's all by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be there at your side to remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back, hurry back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bring it back home to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't know what it means to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-7213805144208583780?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/7213805144208583780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=7213805144208583780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/7213805144208583780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/7213805144208583780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminiscence-was-listening-to-my-ipod.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-6243069215552082048</id><published>2009-03-06T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:47:25.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things aren't really going well for me. Don't know what i have to do to finally cross this goddamn hurdle in life. Bleak outlook with dreary overcast skies which nicely fits a parallel to the weather these days. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have wanted to put this down to push my procrastinating arse into doing something. Even if i don't have anything to do. Take it as a post new year resolution thingy what-have-you, here it goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. send at least a resume per day (of cos the many i can spam around, the better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. run. play ball. whatever. need to get my arse out of the house, need to get some sunshine, literally, metaphorically, into my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-6243069215552082048?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/6243069215552082048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=6243069215552082048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/6243069215552082048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/6243069215552082048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-arent-really-going-well-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-3543091595104919707</id><published>2009-02-11T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:02:20.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yet another setback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, and i thought i would have an easier time this time round. just another hurdle i have to go through i suppose. but i've kinda lost my direction after this, i was that sure of getting it but who knows? as the ol' Depeche Mode song goes: I think that God's got a sick sense of humour. im as atheist as they come but when ive found the love of my life, my career's the pits. i was hoping that good things will fall in place for me after the new year, but shit happens eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picking up the pieces, my mind's in overdrive thinking the next step for me, but knowing things are, i really dont wanna put too much hope into it. but its kinda now or never for me, time's not a friend. i cant afford to continue this dreary hiatus anymore, in time or in funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really want to give her what she wants, what we want. asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;or so we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-3543091595104919707?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/3543091595104919707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=3543091595104919707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/3543091595104919707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/3543091595104919707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2009/02/yet-another-setback.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-5712829786978715641</id><published>2009-01-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:23:26.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just send the missus off. she's gone for 7 days, be back on sat which means its gonna be a grind just to pass those days till she comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here i am again. realised she found out the existence of this forsaken place when i used her bro's lappy and saw this familiar link. haha. well, she said she hadn't really read thru this blog as she discovered it when i was logged on gmail/igoogle and wanted to go to her own blog. oh well, been meaning to tell her bout here but since i havent been updating for quite some time so i guess it didnt occured to me ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for a start, a happy new year to whomever is reading, yes, u ghouls and goblins lurking in the dark dank corners of the interwebs. the past year wasnt exactly a bed or roses, trials and tribulations aplenty. probably the only good thing out of the past 365, was more time spent with the missus and our families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks into 2009, and things are suddenly looking up, i darent hope; with my mind open to the option of going back to the previous industry, i can say the monkey is off my back as it has been for a whole damn year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. we'll see. wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-5712829786978715641?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/5712829786978715641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=5712829786978715641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/5712829786978715641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/5712829786978715641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-send-missus-off.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-6234934764769358498</id><published>2008-03-02T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:38:57.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hooked on this song ever since i saw it on the Academy Awards. Tune's stuck in my mind for awhile now. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absofuckinglutely love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and they won the Achievement in Music Written for Motion Pictures (Original Song) with that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT 26/8 : Just realised the video been down for awhile, fixed it. Yea, i'm still here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-6234934764769358498?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/6234934764769358498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=6234934764769358498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/6234934764769358498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/6234934764769358498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2008/03/hooked-on-this-song-ever-since-i-saw-it.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-5703003168003138066</id><published>2007-10-12T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:21:26.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12th day and counting. 1st week was blissful, 2nd week is getting stale-er (is there such a word?). i'm persevering still. i'm referring to the days of unemployment (theoretically i'm on leave now) and nua-ing (cfm there's not such a word) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, so far, i've been pining my hopes on just one job. don't want to reveal too much about it just in case it doesnt work out. ermm, its about timepieces. definitely not retail/frontline cause i'm real sick of it. we'll see. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in lieu of my days of being wild (and free), went to ikoi @ miramar on Sat, was really bloated with sashimi, tempuras, shisamo, - really nice jap buffet place wherby you need to book at least a week ahead to be ensured of a place. real hot eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which then went to cannery, highlander bar to finished off a friend's friend's bottle of Midori. no pics though - this ain't that kind of blog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right~ the week's almost over. i don't even know how to get by the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-5703003168003138066?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/5703003168003138066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=5703003168003138066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/5703003168003138066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/5703003168003138066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2007/10/12th-day-and-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-2627935086274039137</id><published>2007-10-04T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T01:19:07.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boy, 2 posts in day, am i productive or what huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from another blog, did it for fun... well well, what d'ya know.. i can't really die then can i ? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" width="375"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wenlong --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An immortal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_83.html"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-2627935086274039137?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/2627935086274039137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=2627935086274039137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/2627935086274039137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/2627935086274039137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2007/10/boy-2-posts-in-day-am-i-productive-or.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-7324574184547709592</id><published>2007-10-03T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:47:45.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-6m5X-gbrY/RwOieWTPizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-00gN4Av9dc/s1600-h/DSCN1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-6m5X-gbrY/RwOieWTPizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-00gN4Av9dc/s320/DSCN1570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117112243889081138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rave boy pecking giant pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-6m5X-gbrY/RwOi42TPi0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/X3FeGSko0ds/s1600-h/DSCN1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-6m5X-gbrY/RwOi42TPi0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/X3FeGSko0ds/s320/DSCN1567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117112699155614530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;raveboy in bewilderment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-6m5X-gbrY/RwOjf2TPi2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/vntoTQ8D9hM/s1600-h/DSCN1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-6m5X-gbrY/RwOjf2TPi2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/vntoTQ8D9hM/s320/DSCN1566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117113369170512738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;raveboy lil ti ko peh!!! (check out his expression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-7324574184547709592?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/7324574184547709592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=7324574184547709592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/7324574184547709592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/7324574184547709592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2007/10/rave-boy-pecking-giant-pooh-raveboy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_C-6m5X-gbrY/RwOieWTPizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-00gN4Av9dc/s72-c/DSCN1570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-3600520079725753481</id><published>2007-09-24T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:21:08.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn~ it has been awhile eh? then i guess probably there won't be anyone reading this then. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things happened during the long sabbatical. where do i start ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i supposed my life is quite settled now - except the work front. have tendered 2 weeks back. really feel stagnant-ed in my current job, promises of another role came, but arrangements was quite disorganised and i feel it would be quite bleak even i'd stayed on which would mean pointlessly waiting and finding no drive to work day by day. i just couldn't stay anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with the impending unemployment looming in the horizon (oct btw), i find myself with the opportunity of a fresh start. where is the question though. have did a lil bit of lookup on the recruitment sections and webbys, my routes is clearly (1.) back to my engrr 'roots' , or , (2.) remain in the fashion industry in the office/backroom role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, my inherent procrastinating gene sets in, and i've kinda been laidback with jobhunting. and with my grandfather (mum's side) demise last week, the family have been busy and tired with the wake (cremated on sunday, R.I.P ah gong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, with the dust settled, i do hope to push myself to diligently find something good. *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish Me Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-3600520079725753481?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/3600520079725753481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=3600520079725753481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/3600520079725753481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/3600520079725753481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2007/09/damn-it-has-been-awhile-eh-then-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-6908793025020956124</id><published>2007-01-19T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T13:35:07.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AAuWymrEAl0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AAuWymrEAl0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this tune have been stuck in me head these days ever since ah girl sent it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-6908793025020956124?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/6908793025020956124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=6908793025020956124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/6908793025020956124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/6908793025020956124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-tune-have-been-stuck-in-me-head.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-6650382275676431603</id><published>2006-11-26T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:28:56.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/webimages/edox-WENLONG.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Wireless Electronic Neohuman Limited to Observation and Nocturnal Gratification" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Get Your Cyborg Name&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-6650382275676431603?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/6650382275676431603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=6650382275676431603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/6650382275676431603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/6650382275676431603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/11/get-your-cyborg-name.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-8889441980863788889</id><published>2006-11-14T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:14:23.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;transcript of conversation btn me and a walk-in customer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  *browses along the Dries Van Noten section and picks up booties* so how much is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me           : its $780&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: *seems surprised* ohh okay *puts back bootie and walk to another section*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: *picks up Chloé clutch* and how much is this again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: that would be $850 m'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: *appalled reaction* wahhh, how come so expensive? what brand is this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: that would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chloé m'am, a well known French brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: wahh, so expensive, i never heard of the brand before?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: the brand is quite established, on par with the luxury brands like Vuitton, Dior, Fendi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: *seems disinterested* ohh okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: *walks out of the store*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-8889441980863788889?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-8245227793647965296</id><published>2006-11-13T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:11:17.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;first day back to work after hibernation.&lt;br /&gt;kind of mundane.&lt;br /&gt;pat and esther dropped by unexpectantly&lt;br /&gt;met them after work for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;some hotpot place at parklane.&lt;br /&gt;their treat for my belated birthday.&lt;br /&gt;went home to find everyone asleep.&lt;br /&gt;finished up what my mum left for me from dinner.&lt;br /&gt;cos homecooked food cannot waste.&lt;br /&gt;now here infront of the comp and i havent bathe yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;geez, i hate making an entry just for the sake of making one. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*EDIT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-8245227793647965296?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-5116763871253603294</id><published>2006-11-12T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:50:17.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;alrightey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been busy, well not BUSY busy. more like lazy lazy.&lt;br /&gt;end of my 5 day hiatus of work.&lt;br /&gt;which explains the " n u a " in my msn.&lt;br /&gt;hibernating at home these days.&lt;br /&gt;one word :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;S O N G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, another november9th, another year older.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully more wiser.&lt;br /&gt;at least i've got 2 cakes.&lt;br /&gt;but i still miss that year she brought one to my place.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words have to do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-5116763871253603294?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/5116763871253603294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=5116763871253603294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/5116763871253603294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/5116763871253603294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/11/alrightey-been-busy-well-not-busy-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-116033101551326754</id><published>2006-10-09T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:49.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/Photo-0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/320/Photo-0042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dont really do the what-did-you-wore-today type of threads in forums, ash took this when i came in for work without me knowing so i reckon i put this up here. you could see her lil feet in the pic if you look closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-116033101551326754?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/116033101551326754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=116033101551326754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/116033101551326754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/116033101551326754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-really-do-what-did-you-wore-today.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-115989044622716799</id><published>2006-10-03T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:49.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/Photo-0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/320/Photo-0030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me @ work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not surfing porn. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-115989044622716799?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/115989044622716799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=115989044622716799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115989044622716799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115989044622716799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-work.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-115470617879368023</id><published>2006-10-02T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:48.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just an update to freshen up the blog and also to prove i'm still alive. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, hmm.. kinda lazy to write nowadays though. this entry after i read a few of my friend's blogs. some of them have closed down their pages, and those whom i know and started this together i hadn't seen them in ages also so i can only cyber stalk them. lol. you people know who you are... qing.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also a girl whom i pissed off no doubt she helped me to start this out and im eternally grateful. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yvonne&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a small circle of friends and i like it this way. kinda lazy to socialize and know new people, i supposed that its kinda the same for people of my age group. met up with my ex navy colleagues at siwei's place for bbq 2 fridays before - this bunch of pple (NOT all of them though) would probably stay with me till the very last days. such bonds are not forged easily, went thru loads of saltish winds and waters to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compared to another bbq i had with my sec sch friends, its not the case though, even though we grew up together, but the kinship is not that close, more distant to them recently i supposed. or maybe that they dont drink.. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ALCOHOL IS THE CATALYST FOR GOOD RELATIONSHIPS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's pretty much a lame statement cos its also the bane of r/ships as well, but what i meant was that u know when pple drink, they will loosen up and kinda reveal their true selves? kinda useful in judging a person's character. those people with bad alcohol etiquette usually wont see them again for the next session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right... moving on - read from jen's page that another breakup happened. i really hope that she's alright. she'll be strong. being scorpios, we are resilient. we sting when cornered. that being said, whatever things, best to move on and not look back. what's yours is always yours. and those who did wrongs to you will get their just deserts - can't run from karma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? "like that lor... " i would just lead my life, dunno where it might lead me. i know that for a guy, its not really ambitious. but i do wanna live without regrets. i want to do the things i like, not really $$$ minded ... i do believe that $$$ will come when eventually u got passion for the things u do. people who know me will understand. and i've reinstated to people around me quite a few times - kai xin jiu hao. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-115470617879368023?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/115470617879368023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=115470617879368023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115470617879368023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115470617879368023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-update-to-freshen-up-blog-and-also.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-115643588086884418</id><published>2006-08-24T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:49.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just want to post something cos i know i havent been doin that for quite sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much these days. highlights would be baby Rave's visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Zouk yesterday night though for my 'neighbours' birthdays thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno how many donkey years never been there, before the renovations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was fun. realised the bulk of my visits was always on Mambo, since poly days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really think im getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never had hangovers whatsoever during my poly drinking days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fuckingabsolutely bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end up didnt went to the sec sch frens dinner gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt ate anything till just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good ol' myojo chicken mee + egg + prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes 2 days off. back to work tmw then off again on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-115643588086884418?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/115643588086884418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=115643588086884418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115643588086884418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115643588086884418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-want-to-post-something-cos-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-115238079950808166</id><published>2006-07-09T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:48.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was reading a blog i frequently lurked (the stalker i am, sheesh), the author &lt;em&gt;"... got this from a forum I frequent and I agree with it so much that I cannot resist posting it up here to share it with everyone"&lt;/em&gt; .... and in turn i want to share with my lil group of readers/friends - it does provides a perspective that im slowly aligning myself with, and my ownself fallen unwittingly into the same pattern of being too hasty in handling my relationships, including the ONE that im still in/out of. Here it goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Law Of Scarcity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How good would it be to know you could be in control of yourself as a relationship develops, and make sure that develops in the best way for both of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The law of scarcity means that when we can't have something, we want it more. And when we know we can have as much as we want of something, we want it less.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasp this, and you will be able to meet, and keep interested, the date of your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you are a looking at a plate, with one small chunk of the finest bar of milk chocolate on it. There is a sign next to it, which says, "This chocolate is the finest chocolate in the world. It is so rare, it is only sold in a handful of shops around the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming you like eating chocolate, the odds are by this point, you would be very excited about trying this one small chunk of chocolate. And once you'd eaten it, you'd probably very much look forward to the next time you tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine another plate, piled high with chunks of chocolate. The sign says "Eat as much as you can of this chocolate, we just can't get rid of it quickly enough". You'd soon become bored of eating the free chocolate they can't shift, because there would be nothing special about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dating, as you go through that awkward and difficult process of getting to know someone, it is important to apply the law of scarcity. If you give someone diamonds every day, they won't be special anymore, because they know they can have diamonds from you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, when you first start dating someone, you call them every day, they'll never wake up in the morning and say to themselves, "wouldn't it be fantastic if they called me today?!", because they know you will call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words "I love you" are a great example of how you can apply the law of scarcity. If you occasionally tell your partner that you love them, they'll know that you mean it, and cherish each and every time that you say "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you tell your partner, "I love you", 50 times a day, the words will lose their appeal. Isn't it incredible how in this instance, the very same words, have far less value, because they're uttered so regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who wanted very much to find a man she could fall in love with. Every time she'd meet a guy, she'd be texting him and calling him the next day, sometimes two or three times. Guys would never be interested, and she just didn't realize it was because they perceived her as being too available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I told her about the law of scarcity, things changed. She decided to wait a few days before ringing a guy she was interested in, or she'd let them call her, and of course men became a lot more interested in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's now married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the law of scarcity, and make sure you are the chunk of rare chocolate that your partner wants more of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ponders*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-115238079950808166?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/115238079950808166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=115238079950808166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115238079950808166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115238079950808166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/07/was-reading-blog-i-frequently-lurked.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-115116240540229435</id><published>2006-06-24T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:48.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Signs You're Getting Old :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where "favourite hits" song complilations have songs that were hits during your teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where co-workers can't relate/ don't have a clue to your mentioning of childhood toys/cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where co-workers can't relate/ don't have a clue to World Cup teams/ players  before 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where customers ask their kids to call you 'Uncle'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where you feel lethargic after 11pm. Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-115116240540229435?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/115116240540229435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=115116240540229435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115116240540229435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115116240540229435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/06/5-signs-youre-getting-old-1.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-115107107393370323</id><published>2006-06-23T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:48.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was given the day off, which will make it 4 days in a row of off days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be back to the grind on tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so till, then, im friggin' free. anyone's up for a date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've read the previous entries, lately i've been contemplating a career switch. if i ever change jobs, it wouldn't be the same line. i do love the bags and shoes aspects of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a drab getup would turn out differently when matched with an 'IT' bag. but then there's how u carry yourself - ur posture, ur demeanour, ur attitude towards people around you. you could be dressed head to toe in labels, but with a tramp personality, no one will regard you well anywhere anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think much guys (or even girls), do know or even heard of Paddington, Stam, Ursula, Betty, Gladys, Kerala, Venetia, Edith, Speedy, Alma, Spy, B-bag, Motorcycle, Keepall, Robot, Amazonia, Gaucho, Silverado, Kelly, Gisele, Stevie, Roxanne, Bayswater, Araline and my personal favourite, the queen of all bags, the status proclaimer: Miss Birkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo have been my personal career consultant these days. she's working as an HR exec of a prestige brand, and have given me an option should i ever want to work there. ONLY the staff purchase entices me though. but i see no point in jumping ship to another ship of the same kind. so she also did suggested i switch to a backroom role of product line merchandising or something something and at least i would still be involved with my obsession : sneakers. told me she will find out more information for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will definitely make a move after a year if nothing's changed. can't stay like this forever. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much ado about nothing these days. like most hot blooded males, gripped by WC fever. my traditional fav would be Netherlands. but their recent performances have been dissappointing to say the least despite the relatively easy wins. like almost eveyone, miss goh will be rooting for Brazil. boring! i do like the emergence of black horses/ underdogs in competitions, where everyone never ever gave a chance of them doing well. we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Go Oranje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-115107107393370323?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/115107107393370323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=115107107393370323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115107107393370323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115107107393370323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/06/was-given-day-off-which-will-make-it-4.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-115056575744821892</id><published>2006-06-18T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:48.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*this post is for my dear &lt;strong&gt;maomao&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss u loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read ur blog -  wah, under the "new self" part,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got some points in common,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just that im in my LATE 20s.. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for july to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mark down on calendar grinning*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-115056575744821892?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/115056575744821892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=115056575744821892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115056575744821892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115056575744821892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-post-is-for-my-dear-maomao.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-115030052036678262</id><published>2006-06-14T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been eons since i've been updating this often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably i suppose my life is stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in every aspects of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work, friends, non existential lovelife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've chosen HER over everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's clear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not questioning whether if that's the case for her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been past that tumultuous phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no regrets whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to work -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new manager and a extra supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mos def in cahoots since they knew each other before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed does not bear well for the team. sighz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time in 8 months,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of changing job kept recurring inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate instability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't give face one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to HER : miss goh, i need ur marbled cake this sunday to take my mind off everything.(OFF day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i reckon that she don't visit here no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no harm giving it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-115030052036678262?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/115030052036678262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=115030052036678262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115030052036678262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/115030052036678262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/06/been-eons-since-ive-been-updating-this.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-114857502646789207</id><published>2006-05-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:48.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i'm back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it takes a happy occasion to make me do it. hardly want to blog anything cos my life is so uninteresting that i cant bother to drop any entry. (making excuses for laziness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M AN UNCLE! - though by association, i've once more been reminded that i'm getting old already. but heck that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little RAVE (yes, that's his name. dont ask me why this name cos my Damei just liked it, and try as i may to dissuade her (she's stubborn like me - it runs in the family) it stuck, and seeing that cute lil bugger, it just dont matter anymore. He arrived into this world at 2.20pm on 25th May 2006 at 3.425kg (4D punters hot tips : 1420, 3425, 0525 (my sis room is 525 also!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resemblance wise, lil Rave's high forehead and hairline takes after his dad, while his eyes (thoughhe was sleeping throughout the visit, he did open his eyes, double eyelids and all, slightly when he was just been born) and mouth more to my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the pics -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/320/mail1.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lovely mum and her baby son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/320/25-05-06_1816.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil Rave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/320/25-05-06_2022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the uncle and nephew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-114857502646789207?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/114857502646789207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=114857502646789207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114857502646789207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114857502646789207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-114460325243964784</id><published>2006-04-10T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:48.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emotionally, im spent, wasted, depleted, washed up, pooped up and burnt out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have said what i need to say. either in a alcohol-fueled straight out no holds barred manner or in a disenchanted, embittered, defeated way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what wtf is goin on but this i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be taking life a day at a time... &lt;br /&gt;dunno what it might bring me..&lt;br /&gt;we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does "dot dot dot" means anyway? is it referring to me?! or im thinking too much? i like to think im thinking too much... but seriously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still me. i didnt change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-114460325243964784?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/114460325243964784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=114460325243964784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114460325243964784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114460325243964784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/04/emotionally-im-spent-wasted-depleted.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-114426184497223696</id><published>2006-04-06T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:47.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>enough of the melancholia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for fans of Jimmy Choo, Christian Louboutin, Marc Jacobs, Chloé, Giuseppe Zanotti, Renè Caovilla etc - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something big is coming, will be printed on Friday though, but i figured i'll let my readers have a slight headstart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-114426184497223696?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/114426184497223696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=114426184497223696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114426184497223696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114426184497223696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/04/enough-of-melancholia.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-114278171677133888</id><published>2006-03-19T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:47.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;believe that love will reign, believe that love will prevail...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus im lost&lt;br /&gt;once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it for me? im that ignorant - so can u just tell me? after 9 years, we are way pass these games already.&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna assume too much also,  cos if it turns out that its not for me,  i'll be crushed indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm feeling like THAT needy chick again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absofuckinglutely hate that feeling of helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need clarity in this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-114278171677133888?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/114278171677133888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=114278171677133888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114278171677133888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114278171677133888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/03/believe-that-love-will-reign-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-114269916630575417</id><published>2006-03-18T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:47.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Q&amp;amp;A&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright people, this is goin to be totally random. im just typing this from the top of my head while msnsing with a dear friend who's contemplating a about turn in a lost cause who's apparently wanting to be found again. i've always biased against guys of a younger age even though i could empathise with them since i was not long ago one myself years back. but the truth is - we take a long time to grow up and some of us may not even do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about being in a limbo. a emotional limbo. a very fucked up situation to be. when u know that u're heading to the edge of cliff with the utmost surest chance of falling into infinity but u'll still persist in goin that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TI KI" (hokkien for metal teeth - which translates loosely in English as stubborn) is what my dear fren xue called me when we met up for her overly belated bday dinner - my fault actually... i make such a lousy friend, i've actually forgotten her bday for almost a week and when i finally remembered, its due to her subtle hinting... its my dumb luck and fortune that i've made a forgiving and kind and not forgetting beautiful friend like her (note the gleaming flattering tone - its that obvious huh? =p) had a nice dinner at a nice place and chilled at acid bar to end the night. its always good to catch up with her. where we each shared our own sob story and all. haha. even in my wrecked emotional state of mind, i still can lecture and nag at her. its for your good my dear. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things u cant really stay totally nonchalant and let it stay dormant when u know that at the end of the day, u want an affirmation -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont need anything much from &lt;em&gt;HER&lt;/em&gt; really. have put in to her in a simple question really. 2 definite answers. YES or NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que Sera Sera.&lt;/em&gt; Whatever will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maomao, i didnt got my answer how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-114269916630575417?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/114269916630575417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=114269916630575417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114269916630575417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114269916630575417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/03/q-alright-people-this-is-goin-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-114123614925637760</id><published>2006-03-02T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:47.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another new post,geez, im really getting productive these days eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just did something i nvr really did before - left tags on my xiaomei's blog. usually just a lurker, read and that's it. but i could see this time she's really goin thru a bad patch in her relationship though she doesnt really show it at home. not really an expert on relationship matters - my own track records doesnt really hold up. *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope everything will work out for my lil sis....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ i guess that goes for most people - we have a side of us we could keep it in the dark, to ourselves only. even our best friends and family would be kept in the dark. life is indeed a charade, we need to upkeep our usual demeanour to others while being fcuked up all inside. its not &lt;em&gt;hypocritcal&lt;/em&gt; nor &lt;em&gt;fake, &lt;/em&gt;its just something we want to deal with - in moments of solitude. we can appear merry and cheery, be happily and jokingly but inside we feel empty or sadden. usually the source can be traced to some aspect of your life, namely career, family and $. its hard to achieve a balance. sometimes, too many factors are involved. reluctance to move to uncharted territory i suppose. perhaps in that case, a change would be better for the good. ]&lt;br /&gt;*that just came into my mind after a short conversation with my feline friend. just have to put it down before it slipped my mind. i do relate to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to add - after re-reading my previous post &lt;em&gt;ala &lt;/em&gt;comeback post. i felt like a &lt;em&gt;needy chick.&lt;/em&gt; i took this term from the 2nd last epi of SatC where Mr Big told that to Carrie when she didnt respond to his phonecalls. i do feel that. the callings, the waiting, and then the callings, and the waiting again........ u get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she still didnt get back to me.......... yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing this while the din of television blares on behind me. 娱乐百分百 - with xiaozhu and aisa now. my daily dose of chinese celebrity news (or gossip =p) would stay up to watch that if im not that bushed. not entirely on that, im not that 38 ya. its also quite comedic especially the song competition which involves celebs themselves, really cracks me up sometimes with their antics and jokes. and also the fashion element, seeing what xiaozhu wore on the show, sneakers and tee. not that i idolize him nor wanna copy his style, cos he's into bathing ape, nbhd and what not and usually rocks the recent releases. those japanese labels that im kinda interested in though not really crazy about them now. for example, tonight's epi he's wearing the baby milo x hello kitty tshirt. its the 2nd edition.. i've got the first one released last year. =x ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my work revolves MOSTLY around ladies' shoes. with bags and accessories thrown in. so that kinda seeped into my subconscious. not in the CKP (chee kor peh) sense, i would usually be interested in what girls will be wearing. how they match their outfits with their shoes/accessories. the contrasts, the styles. and the season's trends. realised that most sg girls dont really give a damn about seasons, its more about practicality. whatever looks good, feels good would be their priorities. the s/s and a/w trend concepts probably hold water for fashionistas and tai-tais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im still as bloody straight as an arrow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*glares at the suspicious folks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag of Spring/Summer 2006 : Chloé Edith - come buy from me la!!! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-114123614925637760?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/114123614925637760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=114123614925637760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114123614925637760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114123614925637760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-new-postgeez-im-really-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-114097309857563935</id><published>2006-02-27T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:47.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea, i've made the font smaller as it was originally when i first started this thing out - only cos i want you people to squint and pay attention to every word i've typed out. *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey people, its been awhile. must have miss me loads huh? its been just a little over 2 months. not that long as what i would like. but here i am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the punchline is - i'm actually having a dearth of things to write about. but still, i'll try to squeeze something out for you guys. but knowing me, i know that once i get going, i can be real wordy, so bear with me eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all goin well, i've settled well into my work enviroment comfortably. kinda mundane now after the mad hectic sales period up to mid jan. nothing much except for the buzz when a ah jie celeb walks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;friends and family&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis wedding on 23rd december. it went well, except for a few hiccups here and there but no biggy. the whole experience was so wonderful and i feel so happy for my sister. her first relationship, her first boyfriend, her husband now all the way from her O levels till now, really a fairytale, i kept telling people, and its true. who doesnt really want that, dont tell me u rather go through the ravages of heartaches, heartpains, betrayals, rejections, then to be disenchanted and thought of giving up love altogether?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oooh, she &lt;/em&gt;was there for the dinner, agreed to go at the eleventh hour but i was so glad she did. everyone of my relatives were asking who was she and most commented that we look good together. it was certainly a magical night. when i was sending her off at the taxi stand (she declined my offer to send her back), she asked me whether i was touched by her agreeance to attend the dinner, didnt answer her then but i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its now me and my xiaomei, kinda quiet at home without that 'aunty' around, but i suppose life's like that. its all in phases, just that my damei has reached her transition earlier. i suppose, she's skipped another life phase cos i'll be an uncle to a nephew in may! (its not a shotgun btw, not technically though, i mean they were ROM-ed and legally man and wife in 2003!) kinda looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends-wise, kinda distanced from my navy friends as expected by i guess that's inevitable due to different working environments. had a few meetups though, a few clubbing sessions, and the usual bbq at siwei's place during the new year. jimmy and ade got hitched before he left for iraq (he was that scared of losing her =p) and they had booked a function room for the solemnization and it was a chance for some catching up with the guys. how time flies, when jimmy was still talking about pining for his ex gf ade in our alcohol binge road trip of Hatyai/Penang/KL. miss those days. i need a holiday come to think of it. but looking at my bankbook, it seems to be sadly shaking its head. =( bali, perth, bkk?) interested applicants please drop a tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;HER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did mentioned a little of her in the previous topic, she does get into my head all the time. nothing really much to update besides the wedding thingy. mostly after its been on and off. i seriously dunno where are we heading. she seems so reticent about opening up while i've been openly shamelessly proclaiming my affections either here or in my drunk-and-text situations. realised i can be quite eloquent in my text msgs even when im almost half gone. this im proud of. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, joking aside -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lost. in her, in the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i do think i feel im like a woman (dont think its a good thing right? &gt;&lt;") im too sensitve for my own good. do try to blank out my thoughts and not think at all. end point - i just need to know how she feels, not everything, but just a understanding. all these have been met with either '&lt;em&gt;wu liao&lt;/em&gt;' or '&lt;em&gt;you must be crazy&lt;/em&gt;'. it cuts. i just know not what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's call falling head over heels - you just keep falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just need your openness, your hand and your trust. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely detest the melancholia, so after this, i guess i would cut down on it. nothing about work nor lovelife (or rather the lack of it).  shit, like that seems that ive got nothing much to write about then. hmmm. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/P1000471.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;me and lil princess @ the wedding dinner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/m3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;abused&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : to a certain feline friend - wo hui lai le. meow~ =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-114097309857563935?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/114097309857563935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=114097309857563935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114097309857563935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114097309857563935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/02/yea-ive-made-font-smaller-as-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-114037143232670442</id><published>2006-02-20T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:47.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just figuring out what to write upon my "comeback"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a drama queen. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- watch this space -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-114037143232670442?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/114037143232670442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=114037143232670442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114037143232670442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/114037143232670442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2006/02/will-be-back-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-113448440858979653</id><published>2005-12-13T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will be on a indefinite hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll cya guys around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye~ =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-113448440858979653?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/113448440858979653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-113298759001601104</id><published>2005-11-26T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:46.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as i write this on a lazy saturday noon, i still dunno whether to go out anot.&lt;br /&gt;probably could hang out at FEP at a fren's shop for the evening and also to&lt;br /&gt;disturb pat n lian for awhile at Scotts. *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meantime, i'll just fill you guys in on my happenings. met up bin last fri,&lt;br /&gt;and its like almost an eternity (round a year to be exact) since we met up for&lt;br /&gt;our usual thingstodo - movies and coffee. watched HP - usually would have&lt;br /&gt;much to gripe about, some short review of the show, but im too lazy to do it.&lt;br /&gt;(remember about the lazy saturday mood) its was good, but not GOOD good.&lt;br /&gt;if you get what i mean which i dont think you would unless you know me real&lt;br /&gt;well and not many ppl do know me real well and... gosh, im blabbering. apologies&lt;br /&gt;for that while i crank my mind to prose again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nice meeting bin up, and i've booked her for Narnia and the upcoming&lt;br /&gt;The Promise just in case we take bout a year to meetup again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like its meetup-longtime-no-see-friends season. met up xue on wed after&lt;br /&gt;work at Paulaner's for drinks a bites round 8 plus. bummer that Paulaner's&lt;br /&gt;undergoin a reno but the al fresco thing by the road still cool though.&lt;br /&gt;bitched about work, r'ships, and updating each other about ongoings in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while yest bummed around at home then dinner with mum and meis at Din Tai Fung.&lt;br /&gt;cant believe bin didnt heard about the place. maybe a hint to bring her there?&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. had a tummy bursting dinner, then walked around TM which my xiaomei&lt;br /&gt;got herself a spanking new Panasonic V3 phone. still think my V3 is better, lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming back to the talk with xue, realised that i have a clarity in life, i've turned&lt;br /&gt;numb to other ongoings with other members of the opposite sex. in fact, just plain&lt;br /&gt;flat nonchalance, not to say im narcissist and think i do attract alot of people, just&lt;br /&gt;that i dont think too much about anything else, which is definitely great for me.&lt;br /&gt;as i've mentioned somewhere here, that i do think to bloody much. clarity now -&lt;br /&gt;matters-of-the-heart wise, which is bloody damn good i tell ya. it may not turn&lt;br /&gt;out to be fruitful at the end of the day, but its sooo relaxing. no pretences,&lt;br /&gt;no testing water, no silly mind games, no anticipating, no misunderstandings&lt;br /&gt;and most important of all, no hurt. i definitely know who i want to be with.&lt;br /&gt;n0 question bout that. no matter whether do i get to be with her or not, or&lt;br /&gt;whether everything turns out to my favor, crumble down and crush me.&lt;br /&gt;frankly i dont give a damn. at least, my heart is set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've got definitely no regrets mannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy weekends my dearest friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-113298759001601104?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/113298759001601104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=113298759001601104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/113298759001601104'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;happened that she's got a half day off.&lt;br /&gt;even so, met her for just awhile cos she got prior engagements.&lt;br /&gt;had cake + milkshake at the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;every little time we had is so damn precious.&lt;br /&gt;before i know it she had to leave to meet her sister.&lt;br /&gt;said our goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;went back to tampines to have dinner with mum and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;so that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;she got me this :&lt;br /&gt;the bottle is sooo nice.&lt;br /&gt;and i havent even finished the prev one she gave me years ago.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/320/12-11-05_00541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yest, pat and her bf got me this : thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/320/12-11-05_00561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and that's about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*copied this blogging style from my sis. so much easier and faster when i dont feel particularly wordy. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**EDiT : paul and yitong from work got 2 pairs of ralph lauren socks for me too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-113177166040263616?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/113177166040263616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=113177166040263616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/113177166040263616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/113177166040263616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/11/november9th2005-roundup-took-off-that.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-113129806875056653</id><published>2005-11-07T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:46.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;selamat hari raya&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from visiting my colleague yahya's place for a hari raya visit, went with zura, yitong, ash and ed after we knock off. my cab-mates of yitong and ash arrived later although we left before zura+ed cos the uncle dropped us along the main road and we have to hunt for the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached his place, we were treated to the goodies cakes and snacks and homemade satay, rice and chicken wings which were sedap. yahya was apologetic as he said he would have more to offer us but he didnt expect so much relatives to come during the day. well, actually we dont really mind but i suppose he felt paiseh ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahya's around 40+ i suppose? have a couple of kids (i forgot exactly how many) , he dont look like it - but he's the top salesman of my shop. all the tais tais adore him, not cos he's very "sai nai" but more to, in my opinion that he gives a fatherly and a amicable feeling to people and to add he's also got a carefree attitude, nvr seen him stressed out or getting perplexed from difficult customers, i've much to learn from him. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/051191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/320/051191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got this a few days back after work together with ash - who wanted to get the iPod Nano but who knows that its out of stock totally in sg. end up left her contact and a deposit and wait for the stocks to arrive. there was a newspaper report (Urban?!) that Birkenstock in sg provides fcuked up service, dunno whether its the Tanglin or Wheelock. anyways, back to topic, when we reached, they closed the door behind us (clear sign of that they're closing soon) a brisk walk along the displays, then chose the Arizona (a close fight between the Florida) then tried a few pairs to get my size correct and bought it - to be reimbursed by my 2 lovable and sweet sisters for my bday pressie. thanks meis~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, very soon will be november9th again. the 2nd one since setting this page up. the previous one was pretty sucky cos i got a HUGE setback a few days before it. but through the pain and sadness suffered, the other feeling - the realisation of affection reciprocated slightly neuter it abit. well... this coming one. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont really have any idea of how to go about it. got something that i nvr shamelessly plug on my wishlist is that more than anything else, all i want for my bday is probably a movie date. yea. with HER. yea, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may seem like an simple and innocuous request but it ain't so. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kena commented by rine im too wordy. old already naturally tend to be lor sor. pardon moi madamoiselle.&lt;br /&gt;haha. let's go birkie shopping soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably the next post would be an educational one. of Louboutins, Paddingtons and Silverados.&lt;br /&gt;no, u dont get a prize if you know what im talking about. it probably means u're either a tai tai or tai tai wannabe. probably gotten lost and stumbled upon here i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-113129806875056653?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/113129806875056653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=113129806875056653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/113129806875056653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/113129806875056653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/11/selamat-hari-raya-just-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-113026002685254760</id><published>2005-10-26T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:46.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new posting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks into my job, i was shifted to another shop downstairs. it was actually my initial choice to work in, just that when i first came in, the other side needed a staff and i was posted there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout the 3 weeks, i could say i learn alot in a short time, was actually slightly regretting having to leave just when i was getting settled, but still, the brightly colored batik styled uniforms was THAT ludicrous and gay. just was a downer for me initially, only consolation was that i was able to don jeans and sneakers (def no worries about that) but still, during the 3 weeks, i had to numb myself from looking or thinking about what was i wearing at work. the new place, because of its clientele, we have to project a smart image, thus the shirt and pants. which prompted my friend at FEP to comment the first thing he saw me in that - BAI LEI. which literally means, hypocritical bastard. bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, a few more hours, to be exact - 10. will be my 3rd day in the new place. actually the colleagues there would on paper, be my kinda crowd. BUT, we need time to get to know each other better, cos i've been, crudely put, somewhat left in the cold by them. damn. may sound pathetic, but its not as bad la, do talk to them, just that maybe the ice need to be thaw a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deleted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poured this out to raf, whom i met of teh-0 at simei kopitiam just now. these things aside, received news that my ex colleague/batchboy just passed away in a motorcycle accident. really somewhat put things in perspective for me. although we are not really close, but from what ive recalled, he's always very proactive, positive and motivated. best memory is of during our SAF day n NDP rehearsals and actual parades, he would always be the timer, his trumpeting voice would keep us in step when most of us is too tired to even muster strength and bother to be the one shouting "left right, left right" . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realise that life's like that. the good ones die young. heard from raf about how he was in ICU during his last hours. how the bed was bloodied and dripping with blood, its that bad, i omitted some more details cos its so disheartening and heartbreaking to know that someone u know would be in that condition, NOT to say someone who's close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these things do happen, probably it goes like this... the retrospective mood, for a couple of days, then after awhile people forget. and life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know this will stick in my mind for quite sometime. as cliche as it can be - remember to cherish your loved ones. life is unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Stanley. you'll definitely be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT : deleted some comments about someone whom isnt that bad as i thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-113026002685254760?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/113026002685254760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=113026002685254760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/113026002685254760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/113026002685254760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-posting-3-weeks-into-my-job-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112953255867130004</id><published>2005-10-17T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:46.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;a new chapter begins (dot)(dot)(dot)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologies firstly for the overly navy nuanced previous post. guess those not in the know might not know what i'm blabbering about. just overdoing the reminiscing part. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my OFF day today and its my 3rd week into the new job. started work 4 days after i ORDed on Children's Day. so far so good i might say, not much adjustments made to settle in, just probably the usual cashier stuff cos i've not been taught that in my previous retail jobs - cos previously i was a part-timer, and my job is to pose, look good, and provide service with a smile - and the occasional curses behind it. heh. but now, with great powers, comes great responsibility. sorry, the spiderman2 quote just came into mind, lame i know... lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, for those who have the privilege of having my msn, i've been proudly broadcasting my new job as a "friendly ladies' shoes salesman in town" these few weeks. actually have previous experience in selling ladies' shoes in my poly days, will reminisce from time to time days in Kenneth Cole at Wisma, working with my long lost poly mate Chelsea, and my openly gay supervisor and his friends who will drop by time to time - nice people to talk with. and my other poly mates, Charlton, Thomas, Desiree, Martin, Gabriel who will wait for me to knock off then hang out at around Orchard, a fav spot then was the Sky Garden at the Shaw Lido building, when u can peer over the ledge high up and look at the sounds n sights around. damn cool i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new job (well, actually wouldnt wanna reveal where it is, sense of mysticism eh?) place is kinda located beside a coffee place, where pple next door could actually see you working while casually sipping their java. well, i suppose the gawking is mutual as i would blank stare at them just for the fun of it. targeted at a specific clientele (namely, ladies/girls with lotsa dough to splurge on heels, wedges, espadrilles, ballerinas, peekaboos, mary janes, sandals, boots, sneakers that costs a few pairs of your regular shoes chainstores like C&amp;amp;K add together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have made a list of the kind of customers that i've had the privilege or hell of a time serving -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;tai-tais who are humble and friendly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tai-tais whom you wanna strangle them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tai-tais's daughters who are humble and friendly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tai-tais's daughters whom you wanna strangle them together with their mothers who spoilt them badly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working class ladies' who have the poise and class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working class ladies' who have the poise but no class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;celebs - though i dont understand the logic of wearing shades in a sheltered a/c shopping mall and NOT attracting any attention from passerbys - but so far those i've met or served, are cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sure i'll probably interact with more members of the opposite gender in a day then the average joe, but im real professional about it. one thing i really enjoyed serving people and making their day, like what i would expect service dished out to me. and in the words of my colleague syahril "you're here to work, and not be a chee kor pek" - that really cracks me up when i first heard it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another thing is that im always been fascinated by shoes (which explains the towering boxes in the corner of my room) my as much as i love sneakers, ladies shoes are so much more. designs, materials, styles, so multi dimensioned/faceted the ways you can put them together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;right... been ranting off too much.. my mind's wandering off again. haha. till then - cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112953255867130004?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112953255867130004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112953255867130004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112953255867130004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112953255867130004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-chapter-begins-dotdotdot-apologies.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112930627364355989</id><published>2005-10-15T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:44.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back from the wilderness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i've been away for quite awhile. should have update this earlier, but keep procrastinating. oh well, im back. but i suppose no one has been missing me also. wahaha. yea, my self deprecating humor is still intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been wanting to share my thoughts on my ORD date (27th Sept), about the 6 years i've spent in the navy, my thoughts, reflections, feelings, sentiments blablabla. but i guess its somewhat superficial. now i've started a new chapter in my life, still getting the hang of civilian life. kinda carefree i suppose. no ops, sailings, simcens, sbfs, pointless cohesion get togethers, blowing own's balloon during writeups, obeying illogical commands from those higher in rank and appointment. lots more, kinda a bore. F.T.N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- long naps during working hours&lt;br /&gt;- winning eleven during working hours (esp with gu, my only worthy competitor)&lt;br /&gt;- slacking at the canteen during working hours&lt;br /&gt;- my bunk (seasick bunk, where the fittest survive)&lt;br /&gt;- 谈心事 sessions at my bunk&lt;br /&gt;- bravo gunners with BG1 CB Meng, BG2 Phua, BG3 Shikai, BG 4 Me&lt;br /&gt;- my C.E.G members, fuck lor, only me and tenny are the only authentic ones lor&lt;br /&gt;- hanging out at the bridge, sitting atop the window ledge&lt;br /&gt;- maintenance of FCRs with william, shikai, siwei, xingjie, chan.&lt;br /&gt;- the Top Gun gunnery team&lt;br /&gt;- serials in the CIC with seng as Action&lt;br /&gt;- showing up the officers by getting a fucking A in every simcen&lt;br /&gt;- the stars out at sea&lt;br /&gt;- the sunsets and sunrises out at sea&lt;br /&gt;- going shore leave with the guys&lt;br /&gt;- book and movie conversations with huiwen&lt;br /&gt;- fabian and jimmy passionate rantings of how the ship should work (cos no one dares to voice up)&lt;br /&gt;- seeing the ONLY time i've been real seasick during my OJT- green vomit&lt;br /&gt;- leaning by the AR15 locker while doin POOW&lt;br /&gt;- where the whole Bridge Defence Watch gathered to take pics during ops.&lt;br /&gt;- having a good chatty watch during bridge night watch&lt;br /&gt;- Buffer Lua's dedication and leadership.&lt;br /&gt;- Buffer Pang's PFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ------ will add on more.. bushed. go zzz already. nitez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112930627364355989?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112930627364355989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112930627364355989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112930627364355989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112930627364355989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-from-wilderness-guess-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112677031289451863</id><published>2005-09-19T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:44.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with all the mushy declarations and musings in the previous posts, think i need to offset the mood a little. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, went to Dbl 0 for Raphael's birthday bash, lotsa pics taken, but i'll only post those with me on it.&lt;br /&gt;yea, i know, alot of stupid poses galore, got tagged as the "picture spoiler" for that night. =p&lt;br /&gt;enjoy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/72605559209_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/72605559209_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jen, raf n me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/rabbits.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/rabbits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me and beng rabbit-ing jen and vivienne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/red.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me, siwei, raf and partial fabian, i only knw the girl in white is raf's gf, dunno about the rest... =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/tongue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; fav pic of the night, albeit blurry,siwei with the model smile,beng amused look,while me and seng hamming it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jen, ermm.. cox, siwei and me with one of my middle finger poses for the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/dsc00136.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/dsc00136.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;salute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/nightlife.sg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/nightlife.sg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/bengmeraf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/bengmeraf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/mebeng.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/mebeng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/nightlife.sg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/nightlife.sg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/mefab.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/200/mefab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lazy to caption the rest of the pics, see for yourself ya...&lt;/span&gt; =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112677031289451863?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112677031289451863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112677031289451863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112677031289451863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112677031289451863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/09/with-all-mushy-declarations-and-musings.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112671509011429034</id><published>2005-09-15T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:44.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a small update, i've relinquished my attached status. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also a small note, that the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the previous post refers to a special someone who has been in my life for coming 8 years. we both have been through countless storms, obstacles, moments of heartwarming sweetness, heartbreak, laughter and tears. without her, i'd always feel something is missing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;regardless of what, i'll wait - because she completes me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112671509011429034?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112671509011429034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112671509011429034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112671509011429034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112671509011429034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-small-update-ive-relinquished-my.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112655241835896468</id><published>2005-09-13T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:43.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;never forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just talked to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;even now, my heart would still skip a beat when i listen to that familiar voice.&lt;br /&gt;the keeper of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;realised i'll never love someone as much as i love her ever again.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how we are being seperated&lt;br /&gt;how i foolishly did something to push her away and regretted painfully after that.&lt;br /&gt;we'll still come back to each other&lt;br /&gt;our fates are that intertwined&lt;br /&gt;read to her the entry written in chinese &lt;br /&gt;cos i realised her comp may not be able to read it.&lt;br /&gt;slightly embarrassed but still pulled it off.&lt;br /&gt;want her to know what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;learn from past mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;would never hide my feelings from her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how things will turn out this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing is for sure :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS AND WILL ALWAYS BE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;disclaimer : pardon me if i do sound irritatingly lovelorned, whiny, lovey dovey... if you known of what we 2 have gone through, you would've empathise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112655241835896468?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112655241835896468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112655241835896468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112655241835896468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112655241835896468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/09/never-forget-just-talked-to-her.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112616825428266325</id><published>2005-09-08T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:43.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*this i gotta get, although i love my present iPod more than anything else, but this has taken my breath away... well, at least for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read all about it :: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/ipod_nano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com" target="_blank"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; has done it again! Introducing the New &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/" target="_blank"&gt;iPod Nano&lt;/a&gt;. Just think of it as a regular iPod, but the size and width of a pencil! With this iPod, you have a choice of a black or a white Nano. Also, you can either get a 2GB iPod Nano which holds 500 songs or a 4GB which holds 1,000 songs. The iPod Nano starts at $199.99USD. These iPod's are great, they are half the size of the regular iPod, and unlike the Shuffle, you can pick what you want to listen to! Buy yours &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/1-800-MY-APPLE/WebObjects/AppleStore?family=iPodx" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/nano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;article and pictures courtesy of Hypebest.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112616825428266325?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112616825428266325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112616825428266325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112616825428266325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112616825428266325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-i-gotta-get-although-i-love-my.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112607447378083973</id><published>2005-09-07T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:43.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got this yest, chose this over the OG Gucci colors of red/green cos its more subtle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.www.rakuten.co.jp/imp/img10271953409.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.www.rakuten.co.jp/imp/img10271953403.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.www.rakuten.co.jp/imp/img10271953402.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm, more purchases to come by. call me shallow, but i find goin retail is therapeutic mann.. hopefully the guilt dont catch up too quickly. lolz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest is my last day of work. 3 weeks more to go and i'll be a civilian. adjustments will have to be made to adapt to another phase of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, till then~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112607447378083973?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112607447378083973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112607447378083973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112607447378083973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112607447378083973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-got-this-yest-chose-this-over-og.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112593542175217440</id><published>2005-09-05T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:43.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;epiphany&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坐着坐着，&lt;br /&gt;终于明白为什么出现那么多问题。。。&lt;br /&gt;我的心还是在&lt;strong&gt;她&lt;/strong&gt;那边。&lt;br /&gt;这样的爱错，&lt;br /&gt;我知道是不对的，&lt;br /&gt;但是，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我还是放不下。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你&lt;/strong&gt;是否有再读吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112593542175217440?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112593542175217440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112593542175217440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112593542175217440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112593542175217440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/09/epiphany.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112585456924940919</id><published>2005-09-05T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:42.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just don't know what to do with &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhaps letting it die a natural death will be best...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112585456924940919?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112585456924940919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112585456924940919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112585456924940919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112585456924940919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-dont-know-what-to-do-with-it-any.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112403988038167967</id><published>2005-08-15T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:42.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;goins on for the week and more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;those nosy enough about my current relationship status... its still ploughing along... better than what i've blabbed to you guys the previous posts.. im trying.. we'll see~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;had an impromptu date with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on wed, haven't seen her since her last (yea, hopefully its THE last) emotional upheaval with the pig. went to Paulaner's. just happened we were chatting on msn, then the brought up the topic of having some good ol' beer and then just like that, met up after she knocked off. ordered a couple of .5 ltrs of dark munich and then just chatted. been awhile since we went on a date, and i always felt good talking to her. never stuck for words. not like... ermm.. oh well, bitched about all sorta stuff. relationships, the 'L' word, goin-ons, work.. yada yada. funny as im thinking how we got to know each other while im typing this... i think that, fate does have a weird sense of humour, the twists and turns that one took so as to cross their lanes of another. whether in terms of friendships, or something more, fate has its funny way of working that intertwines a person to another. oh well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was a rendevous with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;siwei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on thurs. went to catch a show, &lt;em&gt;The Wedding Crashers&lt;/em&gt;, had myself a good laugh while he seem relatively unamused. wahaha, i do find silly over-the-top comedies (i dont always watch deep melodramatic philosophising movies ya?) a draw so it pretty fits the bill? well, he's my best mate, someone who i can really talk and unload to. amid the wisecrackings and sarcasm aplenty, ermm, mostly from my side i suppose. after the show, got a msg from my xiaomei wanting to meet me seeking my keen and sharp fashion sense (ok, im Reeally bullshitting here) to choose a shirt for her boy (are they or are they not??) went to heeren's flash and splash and pacific plaza to look at the stussy tees but none caught the eye. ended up, went to my regular shop @ FEP and got a XLarge tee, pretty nice, something i would have gotten if not due to Bape craze.. &lt;br /&gt;-.-" pang seh siwei, raf and his gf (who came to meet us after the show) to accompany her to get her tee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rejoined them for dinner at Scotts - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this place always bring back memories. no matter how many times i went there. the feelings would always rush back without fail like waves rushing to the shore. no point fighting it. rather drown in them i suppose, i'll be much more happier. would sometimes even take the escalators and just walk to the shop (or where it used to be) and just reminisce. as she always say (to my chagrin) how wonderful it will be if we can turn back time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i believe that even if in this lifetime fate has no more plans for us, there's always the next. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet you guys are feeling confused by this... probably only one person out there will get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112403988038167967?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112403988038167967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112403988038167967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112403988038167967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112403988038167967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/08/goins-on-for-week-and-more-those-nosy.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112360160921355589</id><published>2005-08-09T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:42.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so that's what the picture all about, took this from my xiaomei's blog... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/103/1695/320/nana11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that crazy girl wanted to take pic with her fishes.. LoLz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112360160921355589?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112360160921355589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112360160921355589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112360160921355589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112360160921355589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-thats-what-picture-all-about-took.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112344598542914289</id><published>2005-08-08T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:42.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trouble in paradise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not really paradise, not even close, just that this phrase popped into mind. had a late night talk with the 2 ladies in my house, except my damei, who has one leg out of the family already.. haha. really mah... doubt she'll be reading this, together with my erm.. gf? she's not really into this sorta thingy. she only uses the net for her yahoo games. ermm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night chat happened really late.. at 'round 3 - 4am? yea, that's where i inherited my nocturnal genes from. imagine the family stil up and goin at that ungodly hour. my snooping xiaomei read my previous entry and knew what was goin on unlying the facade. told them the whole story. cos i realised that if you dont know the true story, and you stil read my entry, it can get pretty confusing, probably the way i articulate myself when blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told them the blasphemous thing. that it was all beginning to look like a farce. it gets pretty obvious as days goes by. it all becomes clearer. i know what i want. but i cant just do it. no matter what i feel, im gonna be sensitive. realised someways im pretty selfish. its all ME, ME and ME. didnt gave much thought to what she wants. but i dont wanna mould her into what i want. realised my words carry much thorns and probably she got kinda hurt which resulted in the strained situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right... we'll see how it all goes. keep you guys updated. through this, i realised that i got an ardent fan, or what she said, probably to boost my ego or something, wahaha. but im just glad that i got some readership at all. the postive feedback is a bonus eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of my stuff, getting kinda stale ya? broached on my sis stuff as well, how come she always have the luck in bumping into her exs? haha.. damn lucky eh? told her she should have shaken the girl's hand and thanked the girl for relieving her of that guy. oh well. i believe in karma. what goes around comes around. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, some dose of &lt;em&gt;nana&lt;/em&gt; taken by my xiaomei yest (we are both big fans of her) to sign off~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/1600/Pic0700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5382/381/320/Pic0700.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112344598542914289?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112344598542914289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112344598542914289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112344598542914289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112344598542914289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/08/trouble-in-paradise-well-not-really.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112326742915369615</id><published>2005-08-06T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:42.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awkward silences&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let you guys know some nuggets about me. im usually more of a listener than a conversation starter which is pretty evident in phone conversations. i dont usually start off a topic and go on from there and laugh at my own jokes (unless im in a kooky mood, which is like once in a iridiscent moon, but it happens, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose its all about chemistry? when words, topics, jokes free flow throughout the conversation without really suffering from long awkward pauses and silences. i need someone to kickstart me, to open up topics so that i can fill in and maybe ramble off something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, i gotta mention my very good friend, bin. i've been talking to her like 8 years. either a daily, once/twice/thrice a week basis, even when we lost touch for awhile, erm 1 - 2 years? we still kept it up like bunnies (probably the wrong phrase, but at this time, i dont wanna rack my brains for another - haha) the words flow, the suanings (mostly from me, im pretty critical, not forgetting cynical, =p) back and forth like a tennis ball flying from one end of the court to the other.&lt;br /&gt;more about my lovable friend some other time, i gotta digress~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to say. dont ever recall holding the phone, waiting for the other party to start something while she's also wanting the same of me. i always feel that there's no point in carrying on any conversation when there's nothing wanting to be said, where the tension in the air is soo god damn thick that you could cut it with a blunt butter knife. im here now. stuck. one thing that stuck that she said. i wasnt like this when im goin after her. which i retorted im always like this, the listener, dependent on the other party to start something therein i'll follow up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's always a but. she said she doesnt really take this "SHit" and think its "LAME" wherby she promptly clicks the phone on me. which is probably a sensible move - i absolutely detest people slamming their receivers on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ponder. and come to a conclusion but i dunno how to go about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my old life back. my melancholia, my nonchalance, my cynicalism, my bitter dauntless yearning for HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue for a lightning bolt to strike me*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112326742915369615?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112326742915369615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112326742915369615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112326742915369615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112326742915369615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/08/awkward-silences-let-you-guys-know-some.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112265911462172655</id><published>2005-07-30T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:41.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;something something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raphael mentioned that i've lost that 'edge' in me. the melancholia, the bitterness ever since i've got attached. i suppose that's true in some ways. i mean ever since i started this thingamy last year, most of it has been bitter in tone i suppose? i guess that has been and always be my 'trademark' style of blogging? i feel too much and always in the not so optimistic way? i miss those days.. sighz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've proudly proclaimed that i've lost the swingin' bachelor life a few posts back, probably .. i know i shouldnt feel this, or say this now, but i suppose the euphoria has swept past? probably what was meant to be broken shouldnt be mended in the first place? and funny thing is... its not even a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeds of doubt and discontent are sowed long ago, but sprouted out again in the face of bliss i suppose? maybe im just not suited to be in a relationship, to be with someone. cos probably i can't give the 100% i know i have to give. to be totally committed. im not talking about infidelity. but to be totally head over heels in LOVE with her. something in my system is preventing it from happening. i know im being a typical SELFISH BASTARD in witholding my heart like that. but... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably this is something i will keep within me. only one person knows about the exact reason why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much. just wanna find a outlet to vent. probably more than i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112265911462172655?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112265911462172655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112265911462172655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112265911462172655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112265911462172655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/07/something-something-raphael-mentioned.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112175545251123376</id><published>2005-07-19T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:41.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/09-07-05_2221.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/09-07-05_2221.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last one~ nitez ppl~ =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112175545251123376?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112175545251123376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112175545251123376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112175545251123376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112175545251123376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-one-nitez-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112175543567739154</id><published>2005-07-19T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:41.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/09-07-05_2219.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/09-07-05_2219.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedtime... cant even stop playing it up for the camera while drinking her milk~ &gt;.&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112175543567739154?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112175543567739154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112175543567739154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112175543567739154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112175543567739154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112175538707910880</id><published>2005-07-19T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:41.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/09-07-05_2031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/09-07-05_2031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean it. lolz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112175538707910880?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112175538707910880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112175538707910880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112175538707910880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112175538707910880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-i-mean-it.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112175535964759538</id><published>2005-07-19T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:41.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/09-07-05_2030.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/09-07-05_2030.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... alot~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112175535964759538?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112175535964759538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112175535964759538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112175535964759538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112175535964759538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112175530183330268</id><published>2005-07-19T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:41.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/09-07-05_2029.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/09-07-05_2029.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just loves the camera~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112175530183330268?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112175530183330268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/07/p.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112175514911762046</id><published>2005-07-19T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:40.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/09-07-05_2007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/09-07-05_2007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abit late in posting these up~ but i guess she's worth the wait? haha~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112175514911762046?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112175514911762046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112175514911762046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112175514911762046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112175514911762046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/07/abit-late-in-posting-these-up-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112090306413255385</id><published>2005-07-09T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:40.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;:: updates ::&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;am a swingin' bachelor no more! established since June 30th. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;been meeting her loads since we've got together, still getting the hang of being attached after a hallowed 2 years. but its been all good. knowing that this may be the so called honeymoon period, but still, i suppose that it'll be a LONG one ba! this time its gonna be sweet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;queued for the Stussy dunk at LE2 Queensway on Wed together with &lt;em&gt;Jen&lt;/em&gt; who wanted to get it for &lt;em&gt;Seng&lt;/em&gt; who's out at sea till Fri. (awww, isnt she sweet?) but sadly, we came at 6 and the release's at 7, but that time, the queue was snaking all the way till the end of the carpark, and i think there's only 'bout 80 pairs?! so it seems pretty bleak, and in the end, we had to put down our names and sizes just in case they have a restock which seems unlikely i suppose?! read more about it the day on jen's blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;ktv session with the guys and girls, they've been out sailing for the past 2 weeks, and i met them after sending &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; home. got there at 'bout 12am, didnt sang much but drank more instead. haha~ left around 1 plus 2 when i got abit tipsy. dunno why, probably u can drink more when u're happy? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;lazing at home on a sunny saturday, the missus went away to JB with her mum + bro. so are some of my frens. hmm... probably go over to my aunt's place where my mum is playing mahjong for dinner and play with nana! havent seen that naughty girl for awhile~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful weekend my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-112090306413255385?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/112090306413255385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=112090306413255385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112090306413255385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/112090306413255385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/07/updates-am-swingin-bachelor-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-112011165426164631</id><published>2005-06-30T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:40.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these days have been whirlwind crazy, sexy, sweety, lovey, dovey, messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully for once, everything will fall nicely for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it can't rain all the time.&lt;/em&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;will keep you guys posted... *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111981216557215002</id><published>2005-06-27T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:40.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right ... here i am again, dropping an entry while intoxicated. there ought to be some restriction about it.. not that i would write anything i wouldnt normally write, jus that thoughts and feelings flow more freely, no holds barred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go~ had a nice weekend, with the EX. its her bday today, erm, oh well, yesterday now (26th). if you can believe it, i celebrated it with her on sat (25th) goin thru the countdown thingy at 12am. it may seem pretty run-of-the-mill, just that if you guys read the prev posts, &lt;em&gt;she's attached&lt;/em&gt;. well, i did not chose to purposely do it, cos i thought her bf would book her solid throughout the weekend. but funny enough, he opt to celebrate with her on Sunday, givin me chance? oh well. then i'll gladly take it dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we did have a good time. almost like bf/gf. but wake up Long, u relationship wrecker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighzation~ i just dunno. im agnostic, but i believe in karma. what goes around, comes around. sometimes i feel that fate is playing with me. while he/she smirking at me while my lovelife goes helter skelter. what have i done wrong?! either the person is &lt;em&gt;married&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;attached&lt;/em&gt;. god damnit. i cant do anything right. feel like just scream at the top of my lungs at the edge of some mountain cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, just had a jug with beng &lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/05/84/3114850/13354840733441s.jpg"&gt; at cuppage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*burp*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111981216557215002?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111981216557215002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111981216557215002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111981216557215002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111981216557215002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/06/right.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111953284055048635</id><published>2005-06-23T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:40.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya, got bitten by the writing bug, and here i go again. not really very diligent in dropping entries these days if you people been dropping by, and i know there is people who read this lo! i cant manage 295 views all by myself eh?! so to those annonymous readers, show yaself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha... alright, ive mentioned the movie &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the hauntingly gorgeous theme song ive been enchanted under its spell. just gotta make more of the storyline, thought i was pretty brief in the previous post. and i still dunno the name of the English bloke, haha. actually saw someone's blog talking about this too, which probably inspired me to talk more about it. the opening to the movie is pretty surreal? with Jude (yea, we're on a first name basis now) walking on one side of the street in the midst of a lot of people, and i mean ALOT, probably what we get on Orchard Road during Xmas Eve + NYE - and Natalie on the other end of street, both walking in converging directions with LOTSA people around. and whilst they were both walking nearer, Jude got sight of Nat and started bio-ing her, ogled, stared, whatever - and when both are seperated by a traffic stop, Nat crossed it without looking left or right, then a car screeched by and hit her mildly, follow by which our Jude gallantly went to her with a very kpo crowd watching them (dunno that we share the same kpo traits as the Brits, =p) followed by which our very eye catching red headed Nat, opened her eyes and purred : "Hello, Stranger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therein started a tumultuous passionate relationship intertwined with betrayal, reconcillation and betrayal yet again. i like the movie... though my regular movie kaki, bin, who watched it with her friends said its so-so only. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right... now im over gushing about Natalie and the movie, time to be self indulgent (sorry folks, you can stop reading after this if you are not interested in the constant bitter ironical comedic failings of my life) haha~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im wordy, i'll try to make is simple and sweet for you (point form sia la!)discerning readers as i blazing over the keyboard of my laptop in pitch darkness (ermmm, not exactly, less the distant table lamp across the room) of my sanctuary, my room laaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. got really stupid, bought something ex for a girl awhile back, and she also stupidly accept it knowing the "weight" of the gift. so 2 fools cant be right. shaken up by two stereo speakers complimenting each other outside KFC@FEP last sat. got it back the day after. thanks beng + pat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. think i pissed off pat's bf? well, he's a nice guy and all that. &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; he's irritatingly nice and too brotherly for my liking i suppose? i mean, i dont like people nagging me but moreover he's a guy for chrissakes?! appreciate the kindness, but i suppose the line is thin between being concerned and being extra? peace. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. got myself a new buddy, my xiaomei! been out with her and her friends the previous weekends, seems like i have no problems settling in with 20 year olds... gosh, either that makes me juvenile or they are as mature as me. i like to think its the earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. regained contact with my ex gf. who's still attached. albeit shaky. texted her at thumper when i got high. suprisingly the message doesnt have any typos and with perfect punctuation somemore when i checked it the next morning. everything's pretty messed up at the moment, and i know im probably being the arsehole for popping up in her life. that does not necessary means i have a chance i suppose. i just dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Timeout&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of reading the book &lt;em&gt;Sideways&lt;/em&gt; read this part about DND - &lt;em&gt;Drink N Dial&lt;/em&gt;. guess its a common syndrome among people who drink till a certain degree of &lt;em&gt;highness&lt;/em&gt;. after which you go and dial/msg the person you wanted to be with you to share your joy, to be by your side, to hear some muffled and incoherent drunk talking, usually EXs, or crushes, or someone to F***. but knowing in real life, you wont call the other person no matter what. alcohol has a way of making people say the most truthful things, no holds barred, gives you the courage to do things you wont do usually. so i say - &lt;em&gt;Drinking is good!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right... remember my post about giving up the whole relationship shebang. its bullshit. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111953284055048635?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111953284055048635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111953284055048635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111953284055048635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111953284055048635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/06/heya-got-bitten-by-writing-bug-and-here.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111843034172164511</id><published>2005-06-11T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:40.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess im back here not long after i've dropped my last entry a couple of days back. having insomnia these few weeks, just can't sleep even when im feeling tired and my mind telling me i go lay on my bed. well, just to lie on the bed, then my mind would spin. yesh spin. thoughts would swirl and revolve in a imaginary twister and i could barely slip into slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set my iPod on sleep mode of 10mins and repeating the same song which is currently Damien Rice's The Blower's Daughter. yea, the song title would give you a typical reaction of "huh?", first heard the song off the movie Closer starring Natalie Portman *swoons*, Jude Law, Julia Robert and another English fella whose name slipped my mind. the song is relatively simple in its lyrics with the verse : &lt;i&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/i&gt; (NO, its not that eardrums-gnawing Carlsberg ad jingle) refraining over and over. but the way the singer sang it. you could feel the sadness, the tinge of bitterness, the yearning and wanting - at least its my intepretation. haha. its a quirk of mine to sleep in total darkness and silence. i'll only doze off to music when im dead tired. so its not my intention to sleep to that song... just to grasp the feelings he's transpiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the movie, didnt catch it when its showing in the theatres cos my movie kakis either weren't available or caught it already. well, i missed out alot of shows due to that. i havent caught Madagascar when i suppose the whole world have watched it, probably that's an exaggeration, just the whole Singapore perhaps? whatever. its a show of betrayal, acceptance, then betrayal. basically, i like it. thanks to fab for the dvd who knew i would like it. the story is actually so-so just that the strength of the acting carried it through. decided my next gf would be Natalie Portman and no one else. wahaha. alright - this IS an exaggeration. but her acting really blew me away, totally different and much much better from the placid Queen Amidala/Padme in Star Wars Epi III. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, the momentum is dying, probably end here. but that's not a guarantee i would fall asleep after this, maybe more turning tossing flipping flopping, more thinking imagining pondering floundering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez people. hope you all cant sleep too. *grinz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111843034172164511?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111843034172164511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111843034172164511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111843034172164511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111843034172164511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/06/guess-im-back-here-not-long-after-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111808145574592179</id><published>2005-06-07T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:39.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent been updating this for awhile, perhaps too much is goin on in my life? probably more could be known by reading my xiaomei's blog. besides the family thingy, which i also share the same contempt for the same person, i also found out more about my lil sis. having alot on her mind these days 'bout matters of the heart. realise that though not polished, her writings/poems are and simple, yet conveyed the hurt and confusion in the raw and truthful ways you can. realised that she puts on another personna when with me and my mum and da mei while probably she's torn up inside. which i do that often too. we probably can mask our feelings well while putting up another facade infront of people easily. dont wanna publish her blog entries here, but you could probably take a look in my links if you are interested. end point, she's my lil sis and i do care much about her, esp not wanting to get hurt badly in r/ships, but i suppose its pretty out of my reach, just hope to support her in anyway i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to project the spotlight on me. dont feel like saying much as i feel that the past is meaningless. what you have is NOW. and now, i only have myself. i will try the break the chains of yesterday. it may cause me much pain, but i know that, i have to move on. she will not be mine, no matter how optimistic i wanna become that somewhere the sliver lining may be just behind the overcasting clouds, its useless. that things will remain what they are and i still end up being the loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she may be reading this i suppose. i cant take this kind of life. one week of lovey dovey, the other week wherby nothing is heard. im selfish. im possesive. im easily jealous. its tearing me apart just by thinking that she's with someone else. perhaps, it has come to the point where i just want to lay my weary self and not think of anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the old story, i've tried to start a new chapter, it may be a blessing or a curse, i've failed miserably and ended up became a fool yet again. and also, recently i've also started missing my ex gf of 2 years back, with the hope that she has matured during that time and despite the fact she's in a relationship which is goin strong i sincerely hope. guess my luck in love is that bad huh? i think im just a pathetic confused guy, wanting to seek failure while i know there are safer choices around, maybe my nature to play with fire is still there, and maybe i'm not mature as i thought i would be at this age. but i do know that i want to find the ONE, settling down. i dont mean getting married and stuff like that, but you know what i mean ya? with all this in mind, the self conflicting thoughts, hence, i've resolved to stay out of it. the whole relationships thing. period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm disenchanted. yea, that's the word to describe me, together with melancholia, nonchalance ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably my life after ORD-ing is more important currently. whatever the future may bring, i wouldnt close my doors to anyone, just that i'm pretty sick of everything now. i need space. to breath. to ponder. to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go, and i want to leave on a bright note, dunno when will i have the "ya xing" to drop an entry again, i have to say thanks to my best mate and buddy, siwei. for knocking some sense into me together with the usual bitching session which we hardly had since his involvement in saf/ndp parades during a coffee session in the noon. realised that he do understand me very well. awwwwww, im getting misty here, ya right biatch, you wish~ hahaha. and please send me a copy of july's maxim, *winks* thanks! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111808145574592179?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111808145574592179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111808145574592179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111808145574592179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111808145574592179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/06/havent-been-updating-this-for-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111579606208200691</id><published>2005-05-11T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:39.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/bastash2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/bastash2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/baxstash.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/baxstash.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this yest~ not really a big BAPE fan, but i just got to get this for the print at the back. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111579606208200691?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111579606208200691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111579606208200691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111579606208200691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111579606208200691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/05/got-this-yest-not-really-big-bape-fan.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111432685758035682</id><published>2005-04-24T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:39.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic04221.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic04221.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic04211.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic04211.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got it - my Nike X DPM Maharishi Terminators in a size 8. its a limited release, 1000 pairs worldwide. more info can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.freshnessmag.com/content/features/files/1004/dpm_terminator/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;www.freshnessmag.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood indicator : exhilarated - retail therapy works real good on me~ haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111432685758035682?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111432685758035682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111432685758035682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111432685758035682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111432685758035682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/04/finally-got-it-my-nike-x-dpm-maharishi.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111419675735001885</id><published>2005-04-23T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:38.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love is in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like everyone around me is getting attached, if not, blissfully attached or making headways with the one they have been infatuated with. while the same ol' me still paved the much trodden path of singlehood. not to say that being a swingin' bachelor isn't that a peach. there are perks aplenty, depending on which angle you look at it, while times of solitude makes you feel a tad bit lonesome sometimes - or a sign of weakness, again, depends on which perspective. as im writting this entry at 2.15 in the morning, lotsa thoughts zip in and out of my mind, as i try to pick out each thought and type them out here, sorry if this post may seem incoherent at times, but i do love to write like this, the spontaneous prosing of my scattered thoughts. thoughts - i think alot sometimes, in fact, maybe too much for my liking, i may seem quiet in groups, not that im uninterested in the conversations, or rather i like to listen to them. and i like to observe someone when they speak, not stare, but just obverse the subtle nuances and body language that they exudes. well, back to the main point, i do get very offtrack sometimes, pardon moi. guess its been awhile since i typed a whole chunk of text, using pictures to tell the story instead. so allow me the indulgence as i ramble on ya? realised my other clique is becoming family wholesome these days... wherby the singles are overwhelmed by the couples. not that they are unbearably OTT lovey dovey sweet nothings whisperers, you could feel the 'family' feeling ya. although the guys will be drinking away, mind you, the girls hold their alcohol well too. lotsa poking fun, suaning, bullshitting, talkcocking during such gatherings, but as hard as i've tried, the feeling still crept up on me - you just can't help but feel that you're so alone. even jimmy, still remember a few months back, his msn nick was so cringing - likes of 'when will love find me?' will perpetually be his msn nick. but he has since got together with his ex, and now discussing marriage?! i suppose, when love finds you, you die die can't run away from it? i try to battle those ill feelings, try to maintain that being by myself is goodenough, having someone wrecks the carefree nature of yours truly. i got used to my phone being silent the whole day, not having to tell someone what will i be doing, where will i be, who i will be meeting. i felt liberated in not havin to plan outings in special places during special occasions. but - there's always a but in life i suppose, my heartstrings will be tugged at when -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i see couples blissfully in love (hope they breakup),&lt;br /&gt;-rainy days (hot coffee + a gf does wonders but i got the cuppa, where is that gf huh?),&lt;br /&gt;-family functions (no, i'm not gay and i'm totally into girls, just that none is in my life now sadly),&lt;br /&gt;-friends gatherings (which is the pits, discussion topics includes, "how is the flat balloting goin?" "so you also -taking punggol flats which means we'll be neighbours!" "*fill in the blanks as long its along the lines of marriage and getting flats*"）Zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighzation *some phrase i took from a friend's friend's blog* i guess its just a phase, and i just need an avenue and place to rant and rave, cos i usually kept these thoughts bottled inside. i'm strong. i can go through life like this. without a care in the world, life's a bitch ain't it? what you want, you can never get, what you dont want, comes in waves and hit you bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : had a beautiful dream a few days back. that i've got back something i've thought i've lost forever. really sweet. even had to do a reality check when i awoke. disappointed to know that its all but a dream. it seems so freakin' real. if only i've kept on sleeping, then i won't face the harsh truth yet again. i've tried to eradicate all thoughts of her, to erase her existence in my mind. but my subconscious seems to do otherwise. really, when you are half conscious, wanting to sleep, you tend to let off your guard, to do things you wont usually do, in this case, type. i've let my guard down for this post. and being the ever guarded person, to show such a glimpse into my inner self is perhaps a rare slight on my part, but the other part of me says heck it. live and let die. life's short - 开心就好。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111419675735001885?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111419675735001885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111419675735001885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111419675735001885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111419675735001885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-is-in-air-seems-like-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111355414818541520</id><published>2005-04-15T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:38.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic04141.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic04141.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update 15th April, i even put in my piggybank with it... wahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111355414818541520?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111355414818541520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111355414818541520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111355414818541520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111355414818541520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/04/update-15th-april-i-even-put-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111270943443299394</id><published>2005-04-05T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:38.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0409.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0409.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i've got at Borders on Sat after selling off the Nike Escape Air Force 2. the cd is The Cosmic Game by Thievery Corporation by the way.. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111270943443299394?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111270943443299394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111270943443299394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111270943443299394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111270943443299394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/04/heres-what-ive-got-at-borders-on-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111270922727163441</id><published>2005-04-05T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:38.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sold off this on thursday... didnt manage to play it much after i got my electric acoustic. pondering to sell off my other electric + amp. any interested left handed players? discount given for readers? hahaha. *casually strums away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111270922727163441?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111270922727163441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111270922727163441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111270922727163441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111270922727163441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/04/sold-off-this-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111200280756825817</id><published>2005-03-28T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:37.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collage of me and that crazy girl taken on the 18th. she's into a playing-dead-and-making-funny-faces phase now. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111200280756825817?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111200280756825817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111200280756825817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111200280756825817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111200280756825817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/03/collage-of-me-and-that-crazy-girl-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111200043153460177</id><published>2005-03-28T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:37.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic04031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic04031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a few people asked me how many shoes i've got... count them for yourselves ba - not including my fav Kenneth Coles tho' ... heh.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111200043153460177?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111200043153460177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111200043153460177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111200043153460177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111200043153460177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/03/got-few-people-asked-me-how-many-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111199989310853000</id><published>2005-03-28T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:37.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0402.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0402.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have gotten this pair of Rayguns when they launched it actually, but i overslept. but bygones is bygones now... haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111199989310853000?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111199989310853000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111199979472906581</id><published>2005-03-28T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:37.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0401.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0401.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's in the other box?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111199979472906581?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111199979472906581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0400.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0400.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my long awaited Nike Dunk High Pro SB UNKLE! - oh, and a cameo by a Piggy piggybank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111199970639226185?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111199970639226185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111199970639226185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111199970639226185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111199970639226185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-long-awaited-nike-dunk-high-pro-sb.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111199956882889008</id><published>2005-03-28T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:36.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0399.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0399.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink shoe in a pink box ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111199952372781430</id><published>2005-03-28T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:36.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic03981.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic03981.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freshness out of da box~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111199952372781430?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111199952372781430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0397.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0397.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh there's two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111199949923321475?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111199949923321475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111199949923321475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111199949923321475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111199949923321475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-theres-two.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111199945566550763</id><published>2005-03-28T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:36.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0395.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0395.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see one pink box...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-111199900941448702</id><published>2005-03-28T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:36.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic03941.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic03941.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look what mr. postman brought me today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111199900941448702?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111199900941448702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: Grey Tuesday ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just gonna bitch about what a lousy day i had yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;well, it all went downhill when we took the bus from camp to Lakeside we took the last bus as we had stayed longer after playing bball. when we just embarked the bus, i could feel the still air and the heat after a while. turns out that the air con is spoilt. so if u could imagined urself in a crowded bus (luckily i got a seat) where its so bloody stuffy and hell like hotness after awhile. i mean, the still stale air, so bloody suffocating, during is an endurance trip ya, never fell like that since being the G.O.H on NDP 03 where u had to keep the utmost statue like stillness no matter the droplets of sweat slowing trickling down your head, neck and the whole body. well, trust me, not being to breath - its lagi worse boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;right, that was part one, hear goes part deux, which basically just knocks the breathe out of me. really made me sianz till i slept at 10 plus. well, its also negligence on my part, i forgotten to paid my starhub bills, ermm.. for 3 months, and the cable tv and net got cut off, i immediately paid up after work expecting the services to resume. after which i called starhub and they they told me that they need a working day to connect once they verify the payment is in. &gt;.&lt;" then i jus went home dejectedly + the lowest morale. took a long hot shower, and cried myself to sleep (im kidding at this part, haha) looking back, its really much to think of it, just that maybe the accumulation of those issues dealt me a low blow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ps : wrote this at a harrowing pace and at one shot without stopping, so pardon moi for typos grammatical mistakes and stuff... heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-111158499602217627?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/111158499602217627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=111158499602217627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111158499602217627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/111158499602217627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/03/grey-tuesday-just-gonna-bitch-about.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110993951247811141</id><published>2005-03-04T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:35.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0370.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0370.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love ebay! &lt;img src=http://www.tag-board.com/smilies/43/biggrin.gif&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110993951247811141?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110993938701603374</id><published>2005-03-04T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:35.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0369.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0369.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look what mr. postman got for me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110993938701603374?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/110993938701603374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;online shopping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i registered myself at ebay. the shoes varieties are much more diverse and the thrill of bidding is magnified cos now im competing with global sneakerheads for an item. yahoo auctions sg just doesnt match up though i still searching for stuff now and then but as usual with little success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downside, i'm actually spending more at HOME compared to OUTSIDE. darn it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, let's for once DON'T talk about my excessive spending ... *shrugs* at home throughout the weekends, didnt even had the usual soccer session on sunday cos some of the guys not free. oh well, watched a few dvds tho', one of them was Blow, starring Johnny Depp. he's one of my fav actors, didnt manage to catch Finding Neverland, (no kakis,no time), definitely a great actor in my books. its about him as a drug dealer, and his ups and downs, bla bla bla (u just gotta watch it) heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img src=http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00003CXWV.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg&gt;&lt;/p&gt;there's a prayer,phrase/poem thingy used in the film between Johnny Depp and his dad which i adore much at the moment ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;may the wind always be at your back &lt;br /&gt;and the sun upon your face&lt;br /&gt;and may the winds of destiny&lt;br /&gt;carry you aloft&lt;br /&gt;to dance with the stars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110959729693881476?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/110959729693881476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;end of a season.....?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaoz, arsenal drew 1 - 1 with southampton. stoopid van Persie. could have won the match easily with the superior numerical difference if not for his senseless tackle resulting in a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; card. even more sickening is man u's win over portsmouth (only thing good is that Ronaldo didnt score. =p@bin). well, i suppose the EPL is now truely out of reach together with the brink of Champions' League exit coming up unless they win by at least a 2 goal margin. *prays hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still ... as much as i hate to say it (am really very anti man u), Chelsea must jia you ya! *winks to xue* go blues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.tag-board.com/smilies/43/biggrin.gif&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110942255254180277</id><published>2005-02-26T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:35.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;:: updates :: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, havent been really got the knack to blog recently, cos probably there isn't any much happenings in my life~ blogging this on a sat evening ... what d'ya say leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sake for my discerning readers, lemme just note down some stuff that ocurred for the past month :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;movie marathon with bin last sunday noon/evening - ages since i've last met her and its long overdue for a movie marathon. well old gal, soon we'll break the 3 movie barrier! haha. had coffee@CB Tampines during the intermission and dinner at the newly opened billy bombers@century square. we both mild agoraphobics and were glad that there were not lotsa peepz around. after dinner, she had to went back early to send nelly girl off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;got 2 more pair of shoes.. cos the same yahoo auction seller was letting go 2 pairs so i asked him whether got any discount if i got both at one go which he gave graciously. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Nike Escape Air Force II&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;b&gt;SOLD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/af2_escape.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/af2_escape_2.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/af2_escape_5.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/af2_escape_6.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/af2_escape_3.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/af2_escape_4.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike Mahogany Hemp SB Dunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/dunk_sb_lo_hemp_mah.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/dunk_sb_lo_hemp_mah_5.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/dunk_sb_lo_hemp_mah_3.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/dunk_sb_lo_hemp_mah_6.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/dunk_sb_lo_hemp_mah_7.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/dunk_sb_lo_hemp_mah_8.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hears a certain groan somewhere upon discovery of my spending!* heh.&lt;br /&gt;won't disclose how much i got those kicks for cos there's a spy lurking around&lt;br /&gt;(e.g : my xiaomei), haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realising i'm starting to become a serious sneakerhead... i've started selling off my spawn/mcfarlane figures bit by bit already. contemplating to sell off my 4 blythes... not to supplement my expenditure on shoes, but i suppose if i'm not goin to customise them, perhaps to let them have a new owner who cares more about them is good... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a few songs on my ipod receiving heavy rotation, and when i mean heavy, its just those songs repeating from Simei MRT station to Lakeside! haha. there are 倒带 + 瓦解 by Jay Chou - these are the from the live concert - sad songs (my fav!) and one Pain Of Salvation song, Iter Impius. although seems out of place with the chinese songs, but the mood it conveys blends in seamlessly with the others. heh. &lt;br /&gt;msn me if u wanna listen to them ya?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea... i've gotta zip off to watch Southampton vs Arsenal already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care, be good and cya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110942255254180277?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/110942255254180277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=110942255254180277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110942255254180277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110942255254180277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/02/updates-well-havent-been-really-got.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110692518190410942</id><published>2005-01-28T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:35.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;:: alfie ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.moviemarket.co.uk/archive/Alfie_502966.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch this with my good friend patricia cos today half day, and met her after&lt;br /&gt;her sch. didnt have any movie in mind, so went to look see look see @cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;decided on Alfie cos it'll be starting in 10mins time + probably me a good show.&lt;br /&gt;lemme digress first, im a big fan of movies, and i usually read the reviews&lt;br /&gt;(8days/life!) of them before actually watching any one. and im quite selective of&lt;br /&gt;them also. wont anyhow waste my $$$ on lousy shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show finishes (around 1hr 40min), i got inspired. i wanna get a bike licence.&lt;br /&gt;haha, cos in the show, his main transport is a vespa! (tried as i could, couldnt find&lt;br /&gt;any pic online, haiz) damn freakin cool, not that im a poser/wannabe, i've been in&lt;br /&gt;love with vespas, beetles, minis as long i could remember. in love with all things&lt;br /&gt;retro~ any kakis to take licence together? lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, it not another thing i would procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, my comments about the show, jude law certainly fits the role of a playboy, his&lt;br /&gt;ways with ladies are certainly something to learn(?) hahaha. nahz, im a old fashioned&lt;br /&gt;romantic. loves the way he narrates his life throughout the show, it starts off&lt;br /&gt;happy/chirpy/funny in the beginning about his relationships, conquests, but towards&lt;br /&gt;the end, as moral predicaments, harsh lessons in the game of love cropped up, a&lt;br /&gt;certain sombre mood sneaks up. rhetorical questions about life, the meaning of it all&lt;br /&gt;surfaces. infact, things i sometimes asked myself. maybe the director see fit to have a&lt;br /&gt;open ending leaving alfie walking off near a bridge in a cool dark night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right... realised im a bad reviewer, best if u guys watch it yourselves. hahaha. no refunds tho' &lt;img src="http://www.tag-board.com/smilies/43/biggrin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110692518190410942?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/110692518190410942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=110692518190410942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110692518190410942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110692518190410942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/01/alfie-went-to-watch-this-with-my-good.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110684151540770409</id><published>2005-01-27T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:35.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;:: $$$ crisis ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post if probably written out of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;been spending too much, way too much these days.&lt;br /&gt;here's what i got ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pickyourshoes.com/images/shoes/dunk_sb_lo_hunter_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese Forbes Dunks aka Hunter&lt;br /&gt;quite a story behind this. got it last Sat. this pair of kicks was&lt;br /&gt;DEFINITELY not in the plans. i was like - it got, got. if dont&lt;br /&gt;have, nvrmind. cos there were only one pair of size us8&lt;br /&gt;LEFTFOOT is bringing in. so i just when there to try my luck.&lt;br /&gt;the stocks were to come in @9.30pm. the morning earlier,&lt;br /&gt;i sms guoqiang, he called back saying he would be in town with&lt;br /&gt;joanne + his friends and he'll be there. glad that i did msg him cos&lt;br /&gt;the way they planned, u need to draw lots to be able to get the shoes&lt;br /&gt;there were around 30 people there. and what d'ya know...&lt;br /&gt;guoqiang was the second one! so i just gave him the dosh and he&lt;br /&gt;bought it for me~ haha... you're my lucky charm man! thanx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.sports.cn/2004/06/23/212779A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this Nike Laser Air Rift i've been aiming for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;was surprised to see Limited Edt still carrying it. thought&lt;br /&gt;it to be deadstock after awhile. went to Queensway to browse&lt;br /&gt;at shoes, when i saw it again, i knew i had to get it. got it&lt;br /&gt;yesterday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.f3.yahoofs.com/auc/iqWk5Rr7a8gg/banana_1234567-img400x300-watch02.jpg?auAmqsLB0riGcL.q" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually got the orange colored version of this watch, a belated gift&lt;br /&gt;from my beloved sisters. but i just fell in love with the white one,&lt;br /&gt;its quite rare in Sg cos it was sold out soon after the stocks came.&lt;br /&gt;got it thru yahoo auctions. be meeting the seller on sat. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a serious addiction to retail therapy... somebody help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110630070473725053</id><published>2005-01-21T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:34.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0340.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0340.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roped in xiaomei to take pic~ lolz. we damn bo liao. =p&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' 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title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110630067032609859</id><published>2005-01-21T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:34.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0339.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Pic0339.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking terribly bored while mum + sisters shopping for bags ... &gt;.&lt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110630067032609859?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/110630067032609859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=110630067032609859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110630067032609859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110630067032609859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110614260976252105</id><published>2005-01-19T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:34.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;:: hey hey ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea yea yea .. i know, i havent been updating my blog recently. dont know why, i've been such a slacker these weeks~ kena bitten by some sleepy bug or something that induces sleepiness. haha. excuses. such a procrastinator i am~ bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise to have a new post asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops... i did it again (lame joke, pls entertain me can, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;the poem in the prev entry is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; for anyone... *winks to xue* just a ode to something that is fleeting in my life~ but im glad that it happened.&lt;br /&gt;keep the happy memories~ chuck out the bad ones~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110614260976252105?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/110614260976252105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=110614260976252105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110614260976252105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110614260976252105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/01/hey-hey-yea-yea-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110502156992141262</id><published>2005-01-06T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:34.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;for her [deux]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;those days, albeit short -&lt;br /&gt;indescribable moments of bliss&lt;br /&gt;never the twain shall meet again&lt;br /&gt;gone with the sands of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright © 2004 by november9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110502156992141262?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/110502156992141262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=110502156992141262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110502156992141262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110502156992141262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-her-deux-those-days-albeit-short.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110426463978980940</id><published>2004-12-29T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:34.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh.. just a peek of how i spent my xmas 2004. it has certainly reinforced my desire to quit drinking! haha. realized being the sober one has its perks too~ nahz. though i've arrived late that day. really had fun ya~ =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110426463978980940?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/110426463978980940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=110426463978980940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110426463978980940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110426463978980940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2004/12/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110426434682283014</id><published>2004-12-29T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:34.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Vincent(Sleeping)1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Vincent(Sleeping)1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vincent (finding the cold concrete floor a comfort)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110426434682283014?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/110426434682283014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=110426434682283014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110426434682283014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110426434682283014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2004/12/vincent-finding-cold-concrete-floor.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110426427275800431</id><published>2004-12-29T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:34.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Mel%26Kelvin.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Mel%26Kelvin.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melvin &amp; me (sorry for the repetitious pose) &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110426427275800431?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/110426427275800431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=110426427275800431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110426427275800431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110426427275800431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2004/12/melvin-me-sorry-for-repetitious-pose.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110426416296231602</id><published>2004-12-29T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:34.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Jimmy(Sleep)%26Kelvin.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Jimmy(Sleep)%26Kelvin.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and jimmy (inside the house, he was by the kitchen b4, but this was his final resting postion least till morning. haha)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110426416296231602?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/110426416296231602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=110426416296231602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110426416296231602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110426416296231602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2004/12/me-and-jimmy-inside-house-he-was-by.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110426407655829948</id><published>2004-12-29T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:33.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Kelvin%26Jimmy(Sleeping).jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Kelvin%26Jimmy(Sleeping).jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and dead jimmy (outside the house, by the pond)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110426407655829948?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/110426407655829948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=110426407655829948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110426407655829948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110426407655829948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2004/12/me-and-dead-jimmy-outside-house-by-pond.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110426392019926404</id><published>2004-12-29T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:33.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Kelvin%26SiWei.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Kelvin%26SiWei.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and siwei and a couple of dead bodies, melvin on the left, fab on the table. =p&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110426392019926404?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/110426392019926404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=110426392019926404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110426392019926404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110426392019926404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2004/12/me-and-siwei-and-couple-of-dead-bodies.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110426380822472780</id><published>2004-12-29T03:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:33.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/50/Jimmy%26Kelvin.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Jimmy%26Kelvin.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must take picture. fabian seldom drink til K.O. and jimmy on the phone with THAT someone. =p&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110426380822472780?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/feeds/110426380822472780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755009&amp;postID=110426380822472780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110426380822472780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755009/posts/default/110426380822472780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://november9th.blogspot.com/2004/12/must-take-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03031946070388668806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755009.post-110426376481174700</id><published>2004-12-29T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:14:33.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/50/Group11.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/2212/320/Group11.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still alive... yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755009-110426376481174700?l=november9th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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