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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUCR3s7fip7ImA9WhRbFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415</id><updated>2012-02-06T15:27:46.506+08:00</updated><category term="online" /><category term="pay increment" /><category term="mother in laws" /><category term="facebook" /><category term="facebook applications" /><category term="analogy" /><category term="school shooting" /><category term="children" /><category term="traffic police" /><category term="treetop" /><category term="discipline" /><category term="Phuket" /><category term="zuji" /><category term="airline tickets" /><category term="miss travel" /><category term="undergarments" /><category term="bra" /><category term="en bloc" /><category term="cup porridge" /><category term="maids" /><category term="brassiere" /><category term="Mana Mana Beach Club" /><category term="Outriggers" /><title>LiVe LifE to the FulLest</title><subtitle type="html">we came to earth with nothing, we will leave with nothing. Why do we worry about what people think?</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1810</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeAreDriftingOurLivesAway" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="wearedriftingourlivesaway" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcFSX07fCp7ImA9WhRbEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-4352934710304120655</id><published>2012-02-03T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:46:58.304+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T13:46:58.304+08:00</app:edited><title>Why does it always have to end with &amp;apos;Happily ever after????</title><content type="html">I had this teacher who taught me Chinese in JC. All i remembered was he was a very impromptu person. He said, dun make appointment with him. He hates appointment. &lt;br /&gt;
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He's a very impromptu person, he feels like it, he go. &lt;br /&gt;
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I kind of like get what he means because it really feels good to do what u want. Feels good to go where you want to go. No inhibition. Life has too many rules and commitment, sometimes it's good to do what you want to do. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sadly to agree, hate to say, marriage and children is the biggest commitment one has to make. Why do fairy tales always end with 'and they live happily ever after.' &lt;br /&gt;
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Have you found your prince in a shining white armor on a white horse? If yes, does it guarantee a happily ever after? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-4352934710304120655?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/4352934710304120655/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=4352934710304120655" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4352934710304120655?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4352934710304120655?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/02/why-does-it-always-have-to-end-with.html" title="Why does it always have to end with &amp;amp;apos;Happily ever after????" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIFRX49cCp7ImA9WhRbEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-636598142846063785</id><published>2012-02-03T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T12:48:34.068+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T12:48:34.068+08:00</app:edited><title>Realization</title><content type="html">I know why. It's a pent up feelings I bottled inside me this week. I kept pushing the feelings and tell myself it's ok it's ok. I denied myself of letting out my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;
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So today, it all blew with a powerful force and I wasn't able to handle myself. &lt;br /&gt;
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But then again, if I have let my feelings be shown at that time, be it angry, sad, what good does it do? It could have hurt the people around me or worse still, backlash. &lt;br /&gt;
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So in conclusion, I'm still no good at handling my emotions. I still got lots to learn. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-636598142846063785?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/636598142846063785/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=636598142846063785" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/636598142846063785?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/636598142846063785?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/02/realization.html" title="Realization" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUDQng5eip7ImA9WhRbEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-604238848555199691</id><published>2012-02-03T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T12:27:53.622+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T12:27:53.622+08:00</app:edited><title>Help</title><content type="html">I think I need help. I juz spiral into feeling down and I can't stop myself from falling further. Then I just stare into space and I just cried. &lt;br /&gt;
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I must learn to detach myself. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-604238848555199691?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/604238848555199691/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=604238848555199691" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/604238848555199691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/604238848555199691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/02/help.html" title="Help" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UNQXYyfip7ImA9WhRbEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-2243859098523583871</id><published>2012-02-03T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:54:50.896+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T11:54:50.896+08:00</app:edited><title>Doesn&amp;apos;t help</title><content type="html">Shit, just realise retail therapy doesn't help. In fact, now I'm more depressed. Not because of the money spent, (no money Liao). I think my heart just feels so empty suddenly. Why? What is happening? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-2243859098523583871?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/2243859098523583871/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=2243859098523583871" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/2243859098523583871?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/2243859098523583871?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/02/doesn-help.html" title="Doesn&amp;amp;apos;t help" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cGQns5eCp7ImA9WhRbEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-6842436961212886941</id><published>2012-02-03T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:50:23.520+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T11:50:23.520+08:00</app:edited><title>random thoughts</title><content type="html">actually i do not have any random thoughts. no thoughts, no feelings, don't know why, don't feel like blogging recently. rest in peace, san.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-6842436961212886941?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/6842436961212886941/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=6842436961212886941" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/6842436961212886941?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/6842436961212886941?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/02/random-thoughts.html" title="random thoughts" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8NSHw8eyp7ImA9WhRbEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-8044564275081178714</id><published>2012-02-03T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:48:19.273+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T11:48:19.273+08:00</app:edited><title>online shopping</title><content type="html">Oops, i did not do anything productive... been shoppin online and guess what, I just had some retail therepy. lao gong is so going to make noise at me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-8044564275081178714?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/8044564275081178714/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=8044564275081178714" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/8044564275081178714?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/8044564275081178714?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/02/online-shopping.html" title="online shopping" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MSXo9fip7ImA9WhRUFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-4014376162079256604</id><published>2012-01-27T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:18:08.466+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T07:18:08.466+08:00</app:edited><title>silence</title><content type="html">not in the best of mood. feeling lousy and just holding back. hold back from revealing feelings as i'm afraid i say the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;
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and hearing max cry over the phone, already want to cry out, but max tears really broke me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-4014376162079256604?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/4014376162079256604/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=4014376162079256604" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4014376162079256604?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4014376162079256604?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/silence.html" title="silence" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8MRn0zeip7ImA9WhRUFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-580748604360053116</id><published>2012-01-27T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:01:27.382+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T07:01:27.382+08:00</app:edited><title>CNY</title><content type="html">CNY came and go.... so happy? sad? glad it's over? ordeal to go through? too much to eat? fat? why must we wear new clothes, shoes on the first day of CNY? does it make you a better person? does it make you a different person? &lt;br /&gt;
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after CNY, during CNY, i actually felt empty. empty, no life, no meaning in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-580748604360053116?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/580748604360053116/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=580748604360053116" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/580748604360053116?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/580748604360053116?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny.html" title="CNY" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MQno_eCp7ImA9WhRUFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-1903346594014908441</id><published>2012-01-25T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:06:23.440+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T23:06:23.440+08:00</app:edited><title>Not been blogging</title><content type="html">Pardon me for not blogging. Chinese new year came and went, time to get busy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-1903346594014908441?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/1903346594014908441/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=1903346594014908441" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/1903346594014908441?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/1903346594014908441?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-been-blogging.html" title="Not been blogging" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMGQHY-cSp7ImA9WhRUEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-8811146622684035041</id><published>2012-01-20T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:07:01.859+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T12:07:01.859+08:00</app:edited><title>Max dunno part what</title><content type="html">Max thinks that when he is in primary 6 , he will be dragon. We kept telling him, he's born in the year of the dog, but he just thinks that when he is in primary 6, it will be year of dragon again as Marcus was born in the year of dragon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-8811146622684035041?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/8811146622684035041/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=8811146622684035041" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/8811146622684035041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/8811146622684035041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/max-dunno-part-what.html" title="Max dunno part what" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cEQn88fCp7ImA9WhRVGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-2087273180108077613</id><published>2012-01-18T18:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:03:23.174+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T18:03:23.174+08:00</app:edited><title>Max is sick</title><content type="html">Max fell sick yesterday. Fever, sore throat. Yesterday he looked tired. Today, he seems to be ok, back to his usual self and energetic. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-2087273180108077613?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/2087273180108077613/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=2087273180108077613" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/2087273180108077613?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/2087273180108077613?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/max-is-sick.html" title="Max is sick" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMHSHk7eSp7ImA9WhRVGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-4822704957388086175</id><published>2012-01-18T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T17:53:59.701+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T17:53:59.701+08:00</app:edited><title>New clothes</title><content type="html">I think I was crazy. Yesterday I went to shop for clothes, in a span of about an hour, I shopped for 18 pieces of clothing. 4 dresses, 2 pants, 2 skirts and 10 tops. Each clothes average $32. Yup, cny only 2 days, how to wear all the clothing? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-4822704957388086175?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/4822704957388086175/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=4822704957388086175" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4822704957388086175?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4822704957388086175?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-clothes.html" title="New clothes" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEASHo5eyp7ImA9WhRVF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-5992468548129366853</id><published>2012-01-16T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:57:29.423+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T20:57:29.423+08:00</app:edited><title>Tired feet</title><content type="html">Soaking my tired feet, and max has to kpo and put his legs in too. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yYBit_E8hh4/TxQes4Z7iqI/AAAAAAAACPk/w5mWXCh6-ww/s640/blogger-image--647331470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yYBit_E8hh4/TxQes4Z7iqI/AAAAAAAACPk/w5mWXCh6-ww/s640/blogger-image--647331470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-5992468548129366853?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/5992468548129366853/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=5992468548129366853" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/5992468548129366853?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/5992468548129366853?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/tired-feet.html" title="Tired feet" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yYBit_E8hh4/TxQes4Z7iqI/AAAAAAAACPk/w5mWXCh6-ww/s72-c/blogger-image--647331470.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQDQnc9cSp7ImA9WhRVFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-6646410166587587580</id><published>2012-01-16T06:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:59:33.969+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T06:59:33.969+08:00</app:edited><title>Sunday</title><content type="html">Brought children to swim, arranged to meet up their cousins for swim. Actually, it wasn't kind of arranged, it was like we r going to swim, will u be swimming too? &lt;br /&gt;
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The weather was great for swim. The children enjoyed themselves and max showed his sweetness again. He shielded me from the splashing water   &lt;br /&gt;
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Then in the evening, brought mum to eat Taiwan porridge. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-6646410166587587580?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/6646410166587587580/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=6646410166587587580" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/6646410166587587580?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/6646410166587587580?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunday.html" title="Sunday" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYNSHwzeSp7ImA9WhRVFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-4445987041198327146</id><published>2012-01-16T06:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:56:39.281+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T06:56:39.281+08:00</app:edited><title>Fri the 13th</title><content type="html">Was your fri the 13th unlucky? For myself, the paper got jam in the photocopier, I almost trip and fell. I guess that's pretty much it. &lt;br /&gt;
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And not to mention, the guy in pink shirt almost made me puke my lunch out. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-4445987041198327146?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/4445987041198327146/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=4445987041198327146" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4445987041198327146?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4445987041198327146?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/fri-13th.html" title="Fri the 13th" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cFSX4_eCp7ImA9WhRVE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-69109617442466685</id><published>2012-01-12T06:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T06:30:18.040+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T06:30:18.040+08:00</app:edited><title>Marcus</title><content type="html">For the past three days, Marcus has been attending this Adam Khoo workshop which was organized by the school. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night, went for the closing ceremony where the trainer told parents what the children were taught and also a bit of parenting workshop. &lt;br /&gt;
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The trainer was animated. It was interesting, didn't feel the 2 hours was long and boring. At the end, he allowed  some of the children to come to the stage and talked. Most of the children apologized for being naughty, rude and said they love their parents. And most end up with a hug. I felt like I was in a motivational talk. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well, Marcus volunteered too. Quoting from the trainer's closing words, most parents want their child to be able to take care of themselves when they grow up and most of all, to be happy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-69109617442466685?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/69109617442466685/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=69109617442466685" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/69109617442466685?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/69109617442466685?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/marcus.html" title="Marcus" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cHQHY-fCp7ImA9WhRVE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-8640527334325140120</id><published>2012-01-10T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T06:30:31.854+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T06:30:31.854+08:00</app:edited><title>Max again</title><content type="html">Max said he wanted to be an astronaut when he grows up. He said he want to earn a lot of money, so that he can buy me a Ferrari, he is so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then when I tell him, astronaut has to go USA, he was a little reluctant. But after I tell him, I'll go with him, then he reluctantly say ok lor.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-8640527334325140120?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/8640527334325140120/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=8640527334325140120" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/8640527334325140120?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/8640527334325140120?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/max-again.html" title="Max again" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMBR3g8eip7ImA9WhRVEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-7261717749017700821</id><published>2012-01-09T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T21:40:56.672+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T21:40:56.672+08:00</app:edited><title>Spring cleaning</title><content type="html">On Saturday, I decides to spring clean the children's toys and some cupboards. Felt good after spring cleaning. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-li0TMW6DcZE/TwruZQ5QwBI/AAAAAAAACPc/UrUUuViD6WA/s640/blogger-image--1775715871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-li0TMW6DcZE/TwruZQ5QwBI/AAAAAAAACPc/UrUUuViD6WA/s640/blogger-image--1775715871.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-7261717749017700821?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/7261717749017700821/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=7261717749017700821" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/7261717749017700821?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/7261717749017700821?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/spring-cleaning.html" title="Spring cleaning" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-li0TMW6DcZE/TwruZQ5QwBI/AAAAAAAACPc/UrUUuViD6WA/s72-c/blogger-image--1775715871.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8GSH8-cSp7ImA9WhRWGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-3059811714299228830</id><published>2012-01-07T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:27:09.159+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-07T16:27:09.159+08:00</app:edited><title>SMRT CEO Saw Phaik Hwa resigns - Channel NewsAsia</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/1175196/1/.html#.TwgBqtKLHYU.blogger"&gt;SMRT CEO Saw Phaik Hwa resigns - Channel NewsAsia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it a little too late? probably she found greener pastures before she resigns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-3059811714299228830?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/3059811714299228830/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=3059811714299228830" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/3059811714299228830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/3059811714299228830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/smrt-ceo-saw-phaik-hwa-resigns-channel.html" title="SMRT CEO Saw Phaik Hwa resigns - Channel NewsAsia" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUFRXk_fyp7ImA9WhRWGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-1315467122797909594</id><published>2012-01-06T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:03:34.747+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-06T18:03:34.747+08:00</app:edited><title>International Headlines vs Local Headlines about Ministerial Pay Cut</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/2012/01/international-headlines-vs-local-headlines-about-ministerial-pay-cut.html"&gt;International Headlines vs Local Headlines about Ministerial Pay Cut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really seriously, make a comparison between the headlines. Seriously, our media is tongue tied. That night on the news, they spend 16 Mins talking about the ministerial pay cut and even worry if can attract talent into politics. What the fish! Come on,a talent would have made comparison, being a minister here beats being US president. Where got talent dun want to come into politics?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-1315467122797909594?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/1315467122797909594/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=1315467122797909594" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/1315467122797909594?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/1315467122797909594?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/international-headlines-vs-local.html" title="International Headlines vs Local Headlines about Ministerial Pay Cut" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMMSXszfyp7ImA9WhRWGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-4626548706875130827</id><published>2012-01-06T09:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:14:48.587+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-06T09:14:48.587+08:00</app:edited><title>random thoughts for the day</title><content type="html">1) i woke up late this morning. i went back to sleep after turning off the alarm. &lt;br /&gt;
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2) managed to reach at the same time, minus my make up and all the what what cream, plus the gulping down of coffee in three big mouth, minus watering plants.&lt;br /&gt;
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3) i finally finish july 2011 issue of reader's digest! (applause) can't wait to start on aug issue. &lt;br /&gt;
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4)was reading about sex slavery in USA. the young girls were made to have sex with more than 20 men a day, that average out to 1 per hour.....mmmm thoughts...... &lt;br /&gt;
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5) my fortune cookie (given by a colleague) says i'm going to have the best day ever! it better be true.&lt;br /&gt;
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6) i experienced a bout of STM just now, almost scolded people wrongly. They were baffled, so am I. (at myself) sigh, well, this is me.... take me as i am and appreciate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-4626548706875130827?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/4626548706875130827/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=4626548706875130827" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4626548706875130827?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4626548706875130827?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-thoughts-for-day.html" title="random thoughts for the day" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcNQnw4fip7ImA9WhRWF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-4041079869379142744</id><published>2012-01-05T07:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T07:01:33.236+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T07:01:33.236+08:00</app:edited><title>Taxis</title><content type="html">I know that taxis have poorer business now and they tend to drive slower to try to catch passengers by the road. &lt;br /&gt;
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But u want to drive slow, u drive on the left lane lah!!! What the fish! And I had to meet two of such taxis! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-4041079869379142744?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/4041079869379142744/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=4041079869379142744" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4041079869379142744?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4041079869379142744?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/taxis.html" title="Taxis" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8ER3k4fyp7ImA9WhRWF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-4179787375972313959</id><published>2012-01-05T06:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T06:56:46.737+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T06:56:46.737+08:00</app:edited><title>Max</title><content type="html">Max had to remind us, it's six thirty. Because we leave at 630 am and we were all still doing our own stuff. Actually I know why he tell us the time, it's not that he is sweet to remind us to go to school, it's because he's waiting for his Gor Gor to go to school so that he can take over the place at the sofa. &lt;br /&gt;
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He's still cute. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-4179787375972313959?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/4179787375972313959/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=4179787375972313959" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4179787375972313959?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4179787375972313959?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/max.html" title="Max" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMBRno8fSp7ImA9WhRWFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-4878612980943535209</id><published>2012-01-04T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:27:37.475+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-04T19:27:37.475+08:00</app:edited><title>3G service down</title><content type="html">Read article below, if u can. yeah, can sue Singtel. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oXOaf0tHU0A/TwQ3p-TfSEI/AAAAAAAACPU/f9wwOO2GzJM/s640/blogger-image-771695079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oXOaf0tHU0A/TwQ3p-TfSEI/AAAAAAAACPU/f9wwOO2GzJM/s640/blogger-image-771695079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-4878612980943535209?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/4878612980943535209/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=4878612980943535209" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4878612980943535209?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/4878612980943535209?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/3g-service-down.html" title="3G service down" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oXOaf0tHU0A/TwQ3p-TfSEI/AAAAAAAACPU/f9wwOO2GzJM/s72-c/blogger-image-771695079.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABRXs9fCp7ImA9WhRWFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8332415.post-505824733390716268</id><published>2012-01-04T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:29:14.564+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-04T16:29:14.564+08:00</app:edited><title>1st post for 2012</title><content type="html">It is the 4th day of 2012, how have your 4 days been? &lt;br /&gt;
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I thought I have so many things to say, but apparently, I'm dumbfounded now. &lt;br /&gt;
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Really, keep deleting. Mayb I'm just not in the mood. Sorry I have to start 1st post on a sad note. &lt;br /&gt;
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Really sucks feeling especially today is 4th. The 4th day of each month is&lt;br /&gt;
Important and special to me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8332415-505824733390716268?l=as3m.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/feeds/505824733390716268/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8332415&amp;postID=505824733390716268" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/505824733390716268?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8332415/posts/default/505824733390716268?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://as3m.blogspot.com/2012/01/1st-post-for-2012.html" title="1st post for 2012" /><author><name>SaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02378788946047307697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hl8NbhmyrA/S-0iypAC1-I/AAAAAAAABKU/DiwOE2pRpk8/S220/IMG_0298.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

