<?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-5619753</id><updated>2012-03-08T21:51:31.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ragged rhythem of life</title><subtitle type='html'>we all know life is tough and dark but it only takes a different perspective of you to walk out of the darkness and into the rainbows</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7797831059251387997</id><published>2012-03-08T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T21:51:31.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want a wedding like that in singapore! don't tell me i can only get it if i go overseas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7797831059251387997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7797831059251387997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_03_01_archive.html#7797831059251387997' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fmQP5peOXA/T1i5PPWwDII/AAAAAAAABAM/C9XL__dSeqA/s72-c/beachside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-2243197952285184604</id><published>2012-03-08T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T20:58:27.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and it's the new spring menu at Sushi tei! Finally!!Something new that the boy tried:and the real thing looks similar to the picture. i really that that baby sardine thing taste like our silver fish.And we tried this! it's really huge. now i know they never cheat in dragon roll!haha! all the sushi tei language coming out. haha.. seriously , i thought i was sick of sushi tei already. but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2243197952285184604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2243197952285184604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_03_01_archive.html#2243197952285184604' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/287f5sk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7354732972139039060</id><published>2012-03-06T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T21:19:44.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just came back from Batam from my team's monthly meeting. we have been wanting to go overseas for a meeting the longest time. like change the environment and at the same time a retreat and team bonding. as long as i remember, we have been talking about it for 2 years and never once did it. but now finally, we did it!! hahaBatam- the land of Ayam Penyet!the view from our balcony了了 and my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7354732972139039060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7354732972139039060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_03_01_archive.html#7354732972139039060' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2epj96q_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-3675409058664016507</id><published>2012-03-04T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T23:08:08.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am home alone for tonight and tues night. It is daddy's birthday tmr and so my mum decided to do a sweet short holiday to Genting with him from tonight and will be back on wed.i love having the house to myself in the day, that is if i am even at home in the day, with my super hectic schedule lately. but i don't like having the house to myself at night. it's not that i m afriad or anything, cos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3675409058664016507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3675409058664016507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_03_01_archive.html#3675409058664016507' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-69179267394511332</id><published>2012-03-01T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T23:08:56.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am seriously considering about hiring a part time pa or secretary. when i am so busy running around with appointments and seminars, this and that, i still have to go handle paper work, minor details, i am so tired! so much trips up and down for small matters when i could have used them for more important stuff.i m so tired!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/69179267394511332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/69179267394511332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_03_01_archive.html#69179267394511332' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-4359713602460182767</id><published>2012-02-28T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T23:09:05.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is all so scary. it's a do or die kind of thing. =(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4359713602460182767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4359713602460182767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#4359713602460182767' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-4243619124766636201</id><published>2012-02-26T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T23:15:11.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this weekend was almost close to perfect. everything turned out according to my wishes and i thank God for that. when i have a good time, i eat more than normal, we had frog leg, dim sum, steak, fried chicken, mcspicy, japanese curry rice. haha... we had a little of all of these in just mere 2 days. Luckily for us, we did run a little on saturday morning but don't think it made up for all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4243619124766636201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4243619124766636201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#4243619124766636201' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/fmpe0k_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-4177228852344903496</id><published>2012-02-22T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T00:01:35.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm amazed with how fast bus 12 takes e in the morning from my place to katong or at night from katong back to my place. on sunday mornings wherever i thought i will be late for church, the bus surprisingly gets me to church in 30 mins, sometimes lesser. and on nights where i am so tired, yet the bus is able to get me back in 30 mins or less as well.BUT... other timings, bus 12 seemed to be SO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4177228852344903496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4177228852344903496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#4177228852344903496' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-3874894164809130588</id><published>2012-02-21T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T19:49:17.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was told i shouldn't keep asking for more. i hate myself for not being able to give myself more. on days like these, i feel so useless. nothing accomplished, nothing to be proud of, nothing to call my own.i want more but i don't have the right to ask for more. unless i get it myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3874894164809130588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3874894164809130588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#3874894164809130588' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-2562364915345934142</id><published>2012-02-19T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T20:46:19.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love weekends when we have the car. makes going anywhere so much more convenient. the weekend that just passed has been great. we have been swamping ourselves with activities and now that bsf have started, we have more work to do during the weekends. yet, despite times like these, i am so thankful we still manage to squeeze quality time out for each other.had a lovely dinner last night with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2562364915345934142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2562364915345934142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#2562364915345934142' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WpLtkVickSw/T0DqWqfX9dI/AAAAAAAAA8U/b5lniM94ft8/s72-c/photo%252814%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-2657265694736639327</id><published>2012-02-14T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T23:07:27.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Valentines Day, everyone!i dun have any special vday plans to begin with. thought we will just go for a movie and simple dinner but then we were summoned back to church for youth alpha meeting so we decided to just have a simple dinner at I12 Katong, sushi tei of course. for those who knows, i have an ulterior motive for going there. hahamy vday gift this year is a huge mango. i came back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2657265694736639327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2657265694736639327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#2657265694736639327' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-147207344236325012</id><published>2012-02-08T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:18:12.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i understand that valentines day is just a day with marked up prices by restaurants, florists and any other vendors who try to use it as a day to earn more money.however, vday has very significant meaning to me and this can be traced from all the way in my sec. school Back in IJ days, vday is a widely cenebrated day. girls give a stalk of flower, chocolates or sweets and everyone is sure to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/147207344236325012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/147207344236325012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#147207344236325012' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-1614102197614240410</id><published>2012-02-06T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:41:06.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everyone, please meet me for dinners at sushi tei for the whole month of feb!!!! =) in I12 only!!! haha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1614102197614240410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1614102197614240410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#1614102197614240410' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TbU7gTKVaEg/Ty9nvFYkTtI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hUuOuQZNhaQ/s72-c/STMemberKM2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7479808223633002436</id><published>2012-02-06T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:31:58.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been a busy and fulfilling weekend for me starting on Friday. And it was on Friday that my shopping spree started as well.Went to LG with mixed feelings. I was happy to be able to share the good news of my engagement yet at the same time, i know i will be hearing more about the sudden news of one couple moving to Canada. They are close mentors for the boy and I and we had learn alot over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7479808223633002436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7479808223633002436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#7479808223633002436' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/25i536b_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-3505057047056561239</id><published>2012-02-03T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T23:45:34.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And it's mphosis day today!!! I chanced upon mphosis having sales today and i couldn't resist. I always liked their clothes but it always cannot fit me nicely somehow and i am not so willing to pay their price sometimes.Anyway, i decided to wear and carry all the things i bought today!! =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3505057047056561239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3505057047056561239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html#3505057047056561239' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/sl1res_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7716349209975249952</id><published>2012-01-31T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:24:00.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Bali trip was awesome! There are so many pictures i want to post, so many memories i want to share.the beautiful sundeck that holds so much memories for me. the moment of tears, joy and laughter.the whole trip was really like mini honeymoon. i realised the boy emailed the resort to plan it that way. so many nice and awesome surprises. i love the sunset dinner at the beach too. the sunset was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7716349209975249952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7716349209975249952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#7716349209975249952' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/52ifxg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7480338704527534962</id><published>2012-01-28T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T22:39:07.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A really good saturday spent with loved ones before the boy and i fly to bali. today is the annual 'lou-hei' day with my family but be-na-brah decided to do something else before the dinner and that is to take our precious GM to the movies!!I'm sure GM enjoyed herself alot and we are happy we brought her. =) =) And here's us before Bali.Pray for journey mercies. Will be back on Tues. =)It is days</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7480338704527534962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7480338704527534962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#7480338704527534962' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/34paxzs_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-1493070974015133319</id><published>2012-01-26T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:01:15.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one thing after another... i'm suffocation!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1493070974015133319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1493070974015133319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#1493070974015133319' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7225086737729435799</id><published>2012-01-24T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T22:31:07.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After 2 good days of visiting, i'm still not ready to start work!! I'm not ready to start anything! i just wanna pack up and go Bali! But i m looking forward to this whole busy week though.Anyway, this year has been relatively different. I spent the first two days of visiting with the boy and for once, we finally went to visit his mum's relatives. They sure have a lot of people there. I love big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7225086737729435799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7225086737729435799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#7225086737729435799' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/vo39nb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-3819281174732926029</id><published>2012-01-22T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:57:43.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't do pedicure this year. my package is still there after 1 year plus. my nail chipped a while ago and i was lazy to ask them to be super careful with it so i decided not to go. i wanted to find something red and i end up with this. haha! maybe i should start doing my nails. troublesome it may be but collecting a lot of nail polish seems fun. haha!the colour above is calledIt's Up To You</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3819281174732926029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3819281174732926029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#3819281174732926029' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qqOz25sQ35k/TxvO8p4hfbI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/DgZGva-eK4Y/s72-c/NI224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7107392632007220124</id><published>2012-01-21T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:29:13.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 6th anniversary to us! Well, the actual day is tmr but we decided to pre-celebrate it because tmr is cny reunion dinner day. and both of us will have our own dinners at our homes respectively.i asked the boy, should we dress to the nines and go out somewhere nice to eat? or should we cook up a blast? he chose the latter so we woke up early in the morning, went for a nice dimsum breakfast </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7107392632007220124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7107392632007220124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#7107392632007220124' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/723jiw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-789420188896905713</id><published>2012-01-17T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:38:01.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to bff's house today and got surprised by a door gift!so cute of her! who gives door gift to a random guest who decided to go over last minute just to get shoe membership card. Haha! rather amused by it. and i got tickled by her mum as well. i guess it is always more fun and amusing to talk to other people's mums other than your own.Anyway, new year resolution: 100 pairs of shoes. Now 3 down</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/789420188896905713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/789420188896905713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#789420188896905713' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/14tmq0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-8893905539189250088</id><published>2012-01-16T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:49:53.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went mini shoe shopping with the boy. mini because we kinda know what we want already so just go buy! i tend to want to have same things as him so although i didn't think of owning a pair of hush puppies shoes, i end up buying one because he bought one.something similar to this.i still need heels though. lots and lost of heels! haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/8893905539189250088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/8893905539189250088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#8893905539189250088' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/169188y_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-197600467718202475</id><published>2012-01-16T08:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:53:21.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just realised this coming sunday is our 6th year anniversary. what should we do? whip up a special 4 course meal, things we never cook before or go to a nice restaurant?hmmmm....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/197600467718202475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/197600467718202475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#197600467718202475' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7844151225453151300</id><published>2012-01-15T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:50:04.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a very fulfilling and tired weekend. happily tired.LG is back on every Friday. Never prepared for it and frankly, my heart wasn't there. Too long never do homework, need some getting used to. I love fellowshipping and my new resolution is to follow my boy not to eat after 1030 (which is after cell).Saturday was a long and sweaty day. The boy and i went to grandma's to help out in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7844151225453151300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7844151225453151300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#7844151225453151300' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/5mhjm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-3137656574666496563</id><published>2012-01-12T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:18:43.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have been really upset when my carelessness, forgetfulness and clumsiness caused me to lose one side of my pearl earring and another side of my diamond earring all in the matter of 2 weeks. it matters to me because all these were bought by the boy. if i had bought it myself, i wouldn't have been half upset.today, much to my very surprise, he sprang me thisi love the ruby studs inside and i love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3137656574666496563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3137656574666496563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#3137656574666496563' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/x2a2id_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-5388551812331631023</id><published>2012-01-11T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T00:33:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5388551812331631023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5388551812331631023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#5388551812331631023' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8swF2-R6X9A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-2074132793934543540</id><published>2012-01-09T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:36:34.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have so many pending matters on hand. how to concentrate!?!!my memory is deteriorating. how to remember???!!!i am getting clumsier by the minute. I pissed myself off SO MUCH!!!!ARGHHH!!!! BAD DAY!!! HOW TO LAST TMR!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2074132793934543540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2074132793934543540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#2074132793934543540' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-597234088032637595</id><published>2012-01-08T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:04:00.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Genesis 9:16Whenever the  rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the  everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures of every kind  on the earth -NIVGod haven't answer my prayers directly yet but seeing this reassures me that He is still in control. How so? I'm really not sure. I am still quite weak on the inside, waiting to strengthen up. How should I do it? I'm not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/597234088032637595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/597234088032637595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#597234088032637595' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Vz2xOLbbN4/TwmFSuCRFvI/AAAAAAAAAzc/603wCkzM8r4/s72-c/photo%25287%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-8233820983240729012</id><published>2012-01-07T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T21:33:33.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had a relatively eventful saturday. went chinatown in the morning to q for ba kwa. spent around 1 hour plus q-ing for it and luckily i had the boy with me. each q one side and see which line faster. yay!! yummy lim chee guan!!!feeling a little down lately, so i asked the boy, can we turn the kitchen upside down and do something we never do before? somehow, we settled on rosti, not that big a dish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/8233820983240729012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/8233820983240729012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#8233820983240729012' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/23u4ch2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-1156758450026545807</id><published>2012-01-06T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T02:07:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>为了无能为力的事，我感到很沮丧。
为了再也触碰不到的人，我感到很沮丧。
为了不能想通让爱我的人放心，我感到很无奈。
为了总总的无奈，失落在失落。
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1156758450026545807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1156758450026545807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#1156758450026545807' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-1468602861443516194</id><published>2012-01-05T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:33:33.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i started the day as per any other day until i received a email. such things do happen, i know. but at the start of the year? how sad is that. i need to grow up, i need to learn, i need to control my emotions, i need to open up. why are there so much things to learn to deal with day to day stuff and to deal with people.i am sniffing like mad now, nose so pain and feeling so jaded.thanks to b, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1468602861443516194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1468602861443516194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#1468602861443516194' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/5pw1k_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-2744950509043129607</id><published>2012-01-04T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:23:58.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a super boring loner today.I went to office slightly later today around 11 and i thought to myself, eh, i should try some of the stalls in ah moy that always has alot of people q-ing for. And recently watched this food show by bryan wong. he recommended this hakka yong tau foo, which i thinking what is so special about. Apparently, they sell 猪肠粉 together with their ingredients. I am not a fan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2744950509043129607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2744950509043129607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#2744950509043129607' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/2j30jt1_th.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-6971210696399413066</id><published>2012-01-03T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:14:19.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i read the Life section of the papers today. Thought this is interesting. 12 must-go places in 2012:1. LaosAnd we can get there in 3 hours! Best time to visit is from Nov to Jan.2. LondonBecause they will be hosting the summer olympic games from july 25 to august 12! The royal family is there too!3. BhutanThey won the happiness level thing right? Haha!4. NetherlandFor the some flower event, best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/6971210696399413066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/6971210696399413066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#6971210696399413066' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-3042174858567329728</id><published>2012-01-02T23:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T10:07:40.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>B recently got hooked onto 'You're beautiful", a korean drama. Don't laugh at him, he's really quite addicted to it. i didn't watch with him, maybe just a few mins here and there, but it reminds me of the drama above, 'Coffee Prince' and so someone like me who loves to watch repeated shows couldn't resist but started watching it again.the scenes i laughed and the many many scenes i cried for. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3042174858567329728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3042174858567329728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#3042174858567329728' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eMA7_naOl0M/TwHGoI5Ox7I/AAAAAAAAAyM/66fyQAh1RIw/s72-c/coffee%2Bprince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-1131163475990965580</id><published>2012-01-02T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:36:07.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first thing i learnt for the new year-- everyone has their own boiling point and it really differs from person to person. when my mum is freaking mad, i find that really funny. however when she makes me boiling hot, she finds it very funny as well. like now, she's angrily packing the mess at the balcony. my huge and tall stack of newspaper, and suddenly, she found a packet of rubbish. I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1131163475990965580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1131163475990965580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#1131163475990965580' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-3559506057555052759</id><published>2012-01-01T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:04:34.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy new year from the both of us! Our first picture taken at the strike of 00:00.We even reviewed our last year resolution together, i did most of the things i wanted to. probably just the exercising part and the saving part. haha! Anyway, 2012 will be a better year for that!It has indeed been a meaningful weekend thus far and I'm looking forward to a cosy Sunday evening together, with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3559506057555052759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3559506057555052759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#3559506057555052759' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/10hvczd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-2524458478575894288</id><published>2011-12-31T09:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T09:20:55.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good morning people! Pardon my enthu-ness for blogging. God knows how long this will last. Haha!Had a lovely Friday evening. Prepared grilled chicken salad for dinner.I was cutting up the ingredients when suddenly i thought to myself, at the rate we are eating salads, we should invest in a salad spinner! the more i thought of it, the more i wanted it. so after dinner, we end up at ikea and courts</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2524458478575894288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2524458478575894288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#2524458478575894288' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/pt0sm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-4041411099692119783</id><published>2011-12-30T16:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T17:21:30.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee! i am so happy with my new blogskin.new year, new beginning and time to blog more often. A piece of exciting news --&gt; redstripesgreencircles is back!And to make it a complete year, i finished my puzzle!! It took me roughly 8 months to complete it but that is because i got caught up with work and neglected it for a while. did the puzzle on and off, got bored a while but now that it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4041411099692119783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4041411099692119783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#4041411099692119783' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/2mwrytc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-5221016262133030837</id><published>2011-10-30T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:46:26.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1431the exciting days to come.2076the sweet memories shared.happiness comes from being able to share this joy. happiness comes from seeing others genuinely happy for us. happiness comes from looking at him and smiling from within. i am finally able to 'move on'. sounds weird, i know.i thank God for looking out for us, for planning every stage of our lives for us, for knowing what is best for us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5221016262133030837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5221016262133030837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#5221016262133030837' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-552663441982824670</id><published>2011-10-03T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:13:21.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we finally found the ruby studs we want, the right shape but the colour seems off. pinkish. i want a red ruby! very red ruby!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/552663441982824670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/552663441982824670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#552663441982824670' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-8378672213100231806</id><published>2011-08-10T09:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T09:27:22.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i started to count my blessings as the day draws nearer. i realised i have a lot of things to be thankful for yet on the other hand, the complacent side of me says, "aren't these blessings coming a little too slow, one at a time?" i think to myself, which side am i convinced.i'm always in such situation, such a mental battle. the good side of me says something and immediately the bad side has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/8378672213100231806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/8378672213100231806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#8378672213100231806' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-6336727784197076534</id><published>2011-08-07T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:55:45.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes just being able to call out to You is such a big blessing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/6336727784197076534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/6336727784197076534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#6336727784197076534' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-5543580605907747640</id><published>2011-08-05T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T13:55:56.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>regret is still a regret, whether big or small. sometimes, when opportunities come to you, either you cannot decide or keep pushing  it away, now that things has happened without you, i'm regretting!!! boo... but i know it's for the overall better. i'm just feeling sad now. =/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5543580605907747640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5543580605907747640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#5543580605907747640' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-6613941811435912538</id><published>2011-07-22T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T13:53:13.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it seems that i'm becoming more worldly as the months passed. I'm conforming to the society, what it expects of me and conforming to worldly views. I should have been contented being different and living my own life the way I want and not worry about the system of the world, the government structure and least of all, other people's tongues.It's indeed a very grey morning. I begin to realise how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/6613941811435912538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/6613941811435912538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#6613941811435912538' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-6550635253102350682</id><published>2011-07-20T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T21:47:06.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so miserable! and my throat hurts, why is this repeating again and again!!!I really wish i have someone to share with this.grr.. too much to bear</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/6550635253102350682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/6550635253102350682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#6550635253102350682' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-97644446487910711</id><published>2011-07-07T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:59:26.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life doesn't always go the way we want, that I know. When i'm learning how to slowly pick up step by step, life suddenly gave me alot more challenges. Aren't I supposed to learn one step at a time? or must i force myself to take whatever comes my way?My inconsistency in things is driving me up the wall, how long will this go on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/97644446487910711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/97644446487910711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#97644446487910711' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-1213714860704556048</id><published>2011-07-01T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:53:34.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 Universe, 9 Planets, 204 Countries,809 Islands, 7 Seas, and I had the Privilege to meet you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1213714860704556048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1213714860704556048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#1213714860704556048' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-5177862534278562715</id><published>2011-06-12T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T20:31:52.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this has got to be the worst weekend since a very long time, well technically, i really did have lots of fun on sat with my love but i had to deal with one disappointment after another all in a span of the last 24 hours.of course, my love was being very very sweet and nice to me throughout and it really helped. I just wished time would stand still and i dun have to go out and face it. can i hide </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5177862534278562715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5177862534278562715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#5177862534278562715' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-3264863713892368285</id><published>2011-06-10T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:03:43.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm overwhelmed with thankfulness that i have such a nice and happy childhood and that i don't have absent parents. This meant alot to me as a only child and that they took the time to attend all functions, events or whatever performance i have. i still remember when i was younger and had to go take my theory exams, these are usually held in schools, different schools around singapore. I made my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3264863713892368285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3264863713892368285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#3264863713892368285' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-1612797309540874017</id><published>2011-06-06T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T10:16:28.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel so ignored these days and misunderstood these days</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1612797309540874017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1612797309540874017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#1612797309540874017' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-2270455092883068849</id><published>2011-05-31T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T23:06:06.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i never know how to ride on my own momentum, and just like cycles occur to me. so i will never progress this way. i always spiral downwards, then up then down. I should have take the advantage when I am up!I'm abit lost right now, not sure what to ask for. So I'll pray for God's will to be done. Whatever happens, I will just accept.meanwhile.. be happy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2270455092883068849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2270455092883068849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#2270455092883068849' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-8064343439927712350</id><published>2011-05-17T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:34:11.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you don't always put down all your things and attend to me.life is so frustrating already, do i need this? but if i don't attend to it, who will? i don't wanna wake up one day to find you missing in my life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/8064343439927712350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/8064343439927712350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#8064343439927712350' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-6465200498224899378</id><published>2011-05-06T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T13:28:50.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As this is the cooling day, I have time to think, read and think somemore. This is my first time electing and boy, is this a spectacular time, with 82 seats contested out of 87. The heat is on!!!For areas like Tampines, I don't see much issue which is a weird thing. People Like MBT and Wong Kan Seng should be feeling the heat and not people like Minister George Yeo. I quote somewhere, good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/6465200498224899378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/6465200498224899378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#6465200498224899378' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-5686706629679944396</id><published>2011-04-28T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T13:29:21.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is really a month-end syndrome that I'm facing, or rather I would like to label it as that rather than admitting that I'm finding excuses for myselfToday, I was taught we need renewal and rejuvenating of our body, mind and soul. I think I'm very lacking in the second department. I'm feeeling so "????" right now. I should find a word for it.... any suggestions? It's like a combination of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5686706629679944396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5686706629679944396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#5686706629679944396' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7416276077022758251</id><published>2011-04-07T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:31:50.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know what i want for my wedding!! celebrity STYLE!!hahaha.. this is the effect after watching some celebrity couple get married. hahaa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7416276077022758251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7416276077022758251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#7416276077022758251' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-4369065537986637712</id><published>2011-03-26T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:32:35.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feels goood after some retail therapy, though nothing for myself. but i still feel good being able to buy things. =)i really wanna get that puzzle to do but i'm not sure if i have the time to complete it. but I FEEL LIKE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4369065537986637712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4369065537986637712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#4369065537986637712' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-5865997304317758661</id><published>2011-03-25T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T00:53:32.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>second time on lrt, and one more time on Sunday again. Seriously, why is everyone in that area, far away from me!Distance is getting to me and I'm getting more disoriented and disorganised... after a long hard day at work, i came hope to fall in the toilet. Now I have an ugly blue black below my knee!! BOO! =(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5865997304317758661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5865997304317758661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#5865997304317758661' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-2163106023361931534</id><published>2011-03-14T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:06:32.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for You alone deserve all gloryfor You alone deserve all praiseFather we worship and adore YouFather we long to see Your facefor You alone deserve all gloryfor You alone deserve all praiseFather we love youand we worship You this day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2163106023361931534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2163106023361931534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#2163106023361931534' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7094994870182986850</id><published>2011-03-13T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:00:09.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is so exciting. mummy got a new lenovo, i secretly named it black pearl for her. haha... and cos i drag her to the IT show with me, i got a printer as well! =) a really good one to serve my purpose. now, i can do alot more things at home, in case office space gets too cramped.speaking of which, i will be moving to tanjong pagar officially tmr. =) life's great, everything's great.. it would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7094994870182986850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7094994870182986850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#7094994870182986850' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-4786683403956135848</id><published>2011-03-03T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:33:55.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there comes many points in a woman's life where she will keep feeling that she's not needed. i think the biggest blow will be when your kids outgrow you especially. They used to need you but now, they've gained independence. one would start to question the value of her life. i can imagine that kind of feeling, not needed and that you are becoming a burden. you start to be afraid of making </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4786683403956135848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4786683403956135848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#4786683403956135848' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-5243700959908688079</id><published>2011-02-28T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:13:43.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>human beings are very delusional at times. We give people options, but clearly one of the option is the better one. So why do people still put in the obviously worst off option, cos like every primary school kid will tell you, it has to be a fair test. We put in the worst off option to make it fair, to be fair to tell the person that there is another way out but time and tests have shown me that,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5243700959908688079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5243700959908688079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#5243700959908688079' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7184225461898268045</id><published>2011-02-27T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:38:33.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some happy and not so happy thoughts about the day:1. had a good time at the hsbc women's golf championship. it's my second day there as early as 8 in the morning. morning sun almost killed me. what didn't kill me got me really dark. came home and straight away put mask. cannot take it mans.2. i never spend enough time with the boy, that for one but also for missing this morning's service. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7184225461898268045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7184225461898268045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#7184225461898268045' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-4924234059193452248</id><published>2011-02-22T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:58:01.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i came home to realise the skin on my thumb is bleeding. I dislike the feeling of coming home to find out i injured myself without realising. such things always happen and i don't like it.quick to listen and slow to pass judgement, is something i'm working towards. another aspect is to stop expecting. this bubble is getting bigger and bigger and inside this bubble is actually nothing. all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4924234059193452248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4924234059193452248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#4924234059193452248' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-4563116212261810710</id><published>2011-02-16T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:42:43.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want that Kate Spade bag badly!!!! =(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4563116212261810710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4563116212261810710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#4563116212261810710' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-8116245544333358569</id><published>2011-02-14T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:46:13.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had the loveliest time spent with the girls and xm and evelyn. better add their name in case they are reading this. haha!i love traditions. especially when it's kept year after year. It brings people tgt.. it gives people excuse to come tgt. all in all, i love creating traditions and keeping them year after year. so steamboat, ah ma's ngoh hiong and quality time spent snacking on cny cookies is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/8116245544333358569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/8116245544333358569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#8116245544333358569' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-1821795098107293470</id><published>2011-02-11T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T14:36:21.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been a long time since i blogged. again. it's a little hard to keep up with blogging lately, is it cos i am getting older? this is something i don't want to think about. I've reached that age when I don't want to grow up so fast. Unlike when i was in my TEENS, i can't wait to grow up but now.. WOAH... slow down mans!It's a really good cny i had this year, slightly more visitings and more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1821795098107293470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1821795098107293470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#1821795098107293470' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7238120168185519331</id><published>2011-01-13T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:03:47.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seriously cannot have any expectations from you mans.... bitter... sour.... salty... wadever it is.. just NOT SWEET!!! grrrr</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7238120168185519331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7238120168185519331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#7238120168185519331' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-5132124395331829147</id><published>2011-01-02T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:36:07.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>home on a Sunday night, not in my best mood, with my bed 'undressed'. just want to lie flat and sleep till tmr. I know tmr is the start of it all again, things did not go so well today, my tummy ache from i dunno what.I'm supposed to learn how to listen in this new year. not just hear, LISTEN. new year resolution.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5132124395331829147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5132124395331829147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#5132124395331829147' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-3176069884496521572</id><published>2010-12-31T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:37:02.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why is everyone planting such thoughts in my head? i'm trying not to think badly of the situation or not think badly of the person but why is everyone making me feel that I should and I have the right to be angry. grrr....don't think don't think. May the new year bring new thoughts to me and bring me to new heights!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3176069884496521572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3176069884496521572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#3176069884496521572' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7182406677082773920</id><published>2010-12-27T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T01:00:25.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 straight days of homey food, so christmasy feel. =) i'm a happy girl.... my collection of hairbands is increasing and i'm even happier. =) one more week to the end of the year. i was talking to the boy on the long journey home from island SEGAR and we were talking about people's faces. He said he didn't understand how come people can have double face. I told him everyone is bound to have 2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7182406677082773920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7182406677082773920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#7182406677082773920' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-221280010862363849</id><published>2010-12-22T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T14:38:32.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Philippians 4:19"And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/221280010862363849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/221280010862363849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#221280010862363849' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-1491936090169800186</id><published>2010-12-21T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T09:57:29.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was a really gooood dream. i wished i never woke up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1491936090169800186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1491936090169800186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#1491936090169800186' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-4523580968650931876</id><published>2010-12-19T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:44:46.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this little fettish of mine is expanding... i know times are different now, but i'm still allowed to have one small fettish right. i have to stop alot of things, but just this one, i hope to still have it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4523580968650931876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4523580968650931876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#4523580968650931876' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-4558142120774824418</id><published>2010-12-17T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T16:14:50.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was reading one very very long ago entries blogged by me 5 years ago and i realised so much has changed. the people around me changed, the bond or the ties between us changed as well. gosh... i don't know if this is for the better or for the worse, because i sounded much happier then, surrounded by people I love so dearly. I still love them very much and i recognise that I will never be who i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4558142120774824418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4558142120774824418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#4558142120774824418' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7750264654222819576</id><published>2010-12-14T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:40:28.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what lesson should I learn today? Nothing is for sure mans... I cannot pretend I'm not disappointed. But I hope I do better the next time.So disoriented now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7750264654222819576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7750264654222819576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#7750264654222819576' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7156578449083255576</id><published>2010-12-12T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:29:53.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one of the best that i've read thus far. the heartaching feeling i have. haik... love romance. oh... how old am i again??but this is really goood, so sad i dunno whether i wanna continue reading or not.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7156578449083255576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7156578449083255576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#7156578449083255576' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7694396763320188700</id><published>2010-12-06T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:57:03.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something seem to be wrong, i dunno what to call it. i just don't feel that right... is this the beginning of the end? i hate to admit it, but everyone is right. I'm insisting on something as far away as a fairytale. don't even talk about 10 years, i don't even know how to carry on for the next few years, let's just hope it is pms acting up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7694396763320188700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7694396763320188700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#7694396763320188700' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-9057532756993107370</id><published>2010-12-05T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:22:14.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>脚步很轻很轻很轻你忘了要发出声音睡的很静很静很静你忘了说过要一起天气很晴很晴很晴你忘了今天不下雨身体很冰很冰很冰你忘了要张开眼睛天空忽然决定下雨我来不及收拾那些回忆伞底下的那个你丢下我去哪里原来天空没有下雨湿了的是我哭红的眼睛滴答滴答滴答滴我好想念你</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/9057532756993107370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/9057532756993107370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#9057532756993107370' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-4429202055417062152</id><published>2010-07-23T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:52:50.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm really sad to know i can't make it and even sadder to know some things are not going to be as planned.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4429202055417062152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4429202055417062152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#4429202055417062152' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7765829948464740172</id><published>2010-07-22T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:05:47.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i posed chin this question today.. if she was a guy... which of us 5 will she think abt being with... of course.. i told her my choice.. hahaha.. interesting....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7765829948464740172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7765829948464740172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#7765829948464740172' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-4387365964347335808</id><published>2010-07-08T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:35:02.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>an overwhelmed surge of nostalgic-ness (whatever the proper word is) came over me when i chanced upon the scrapbook my lovelies made for me when i was 18 years old. not sure if you girls remember but when i took it out and look at the pictures, i was like woah.. we looked so young then. so youthful, so carefree... and everything was so much simpler.when u girls come over my place next time.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4387365964347335808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4387365964347335808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#4387365964347335808' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-1643773112858762806</id><published>2010-07-04T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:45:56.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after three weeks plus or so, the top four is born. netherlands, my favourite orange jersey people, uruguay, the unexpected, it could have just been ghana, germany, the rally on form team and lastly, spain, which i sincerely hope woul dget their asses kick by germany in the semi finals.these days have been very cold days. and yesterday was one of the worst for me. keep getting caught in the rain.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1643773112858762806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1643773112858762806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#1643773112858762806' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-2562936354181998908</id><published>2010-06-28T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:21:18.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2562936354181998908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2562936354181998908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#2562936354181998908' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-5860754987563153598</id><published>2010-06-27T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:26:26.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i forgot how painful cramps can be. i almost forgot all the aching symptoms that i have before it comes... and it all came back today. i always dream of having a hot water bottle to hug.... forgot how much i need it in the past, and the painful aching feelings all came back today.... nonetheless... my lovelies gave me a wonderful time today. i forgot abt the pain halfway through, and the pain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5860754987563153598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5860754987563153598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#5860754987563153598' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-2556175366368294564</id><published>2010-06-27T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T04:28:49.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and yes ghana!! you're in!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2556175366368294564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2556175366368294564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#2556175366368294564' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-5494529391969195878</id><published>2010-06-24T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:13:22.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more than half of the top 16 is out. halfway there.... for me too. i'm a very happy girl recently... at least i know i got nothing to be unhappy about. somehow... something still seem to be missing... oh well.... soccer has made my nights happier... hang in there first and see where i will land.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5494529391969195878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5494529391969195878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#5494529391969195878' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-23912702579181620</id><published>2010-06-19T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:01:11.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i made my daddy the happiest this entire month. everytime he comes home, the soccer channel is on. every single time.. unlike the past.. he had to fight the tv for it, and since there are 2 women in the house, he obviously don't get his way all the time. except saturday.. the ladies of the house decided to give him one night.. and that's sat. so this whole entire month, he's going to be a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/23912702579181620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/23912702579181620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#23912702579181620' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-5856271628962328240</id><published>2010-06-16T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:15:25.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alot of people start to put distance between themselves and other people, be it in a drift away style or interact very little with people is usually cause they are afraid. they are afraid people will see through them. they have things to hide. maybe not in the bad way.. more of maybe they are feeling moody, emotional.. or simply in a i don't give a shit to this world kind of mood so they don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5856271628962328240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/5856271628962328240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#5856271628962328240' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-2264837957433003917</id><published>2010-06-11T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:13:30.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the long wait is finally over! i'm very very excited... the world cup is starting in less than 3 hours time. wooots. =) it's going to be a month of sleepless nights but roaring excitement. maybe alot of people might not understand why i'm so excited about it.... even my own boy don't. hahaa... i'm never a girl who likes soccer. what league what league.. i never ever watch.. but i just like world </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2264837957433003917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2264837957433003917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#2264837957433003917' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-3100637249017302686</id><published>2010-06-07T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:19:50.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello world.... i'm back. am i long forgotten? replaced? in anyway... i'm back. =)it's been a very meaningful journey for myself in the last 6 months. a journey that i intend to continue walking. somewhere that i see myself walking to without seeing any end to it. yet. haha.... whatever it is, it's good to be back. i should start keeping track of my thoughts, share my beliefs, my nonsense again. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3100637249017302686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/3100637249017302686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#3100637249017302686' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-2440550701926021183</id><published>2010-03-23T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:21:39.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how much a friendship means to us largely depends on the memories we created with that person. how much this friend means to us depends on all the things we went through together, be it the happy ones or the sad ones.a friend holding u and telling you everything is ok when you are crying your eyes out. or a friend who skipped classes with you and go spend the afternoon slacking or playing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2440550701926021183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2440550701926021183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2440550701926021183' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-7899541346583229745</id><published>2010-03-11T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:23:44.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>




A gift of love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7899541346583229745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/7899541346583229745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#7899541346583229745' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-2225137639978477156</id><published>2010-03-01T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:54:00.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the phrase let time tell it all is so appropriate to use at this point of time. time has told me what i knew right from the start. what i chose not to fully believe in but time has told me what i need to know. time has proven things right. things are slowly changing and i m aware. i'm sure no one is that insensitive to be unaware. why prolong it, i wonder. maybe it's better to let time sink in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2225137639978477156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2225137639978477156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2225137639978477156' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-1133781969482578651</id><published>2010-02-02T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:05:37.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm really upset!! frustrated.. and how many times over the past few years i kept feeling like this... why am i being punished!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1133781969482578651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1133781969482578651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#1133781969482578651' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-8033669423015770697</id><published>2010-01-31T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:44:13.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes, it's been quite some time since i last blogged and i promised i will blog before the month of january end. so tonight's my deadline.it's been one whole roller coaster ride month for me. alot of new things learnt, alot of harsh lessons included. different kind of people you meet and different kind of experiences. but i have to say, i'm still learning, moulding and shaping myself. things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/8033669423015770697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/8033669423015770697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#8033669423015770697' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-2287132068302745076</id><published>2010-01-03T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:24:09.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love new year. it gives me a feel that whatever i screwed up or failed to do, i can always make it right again. so i will tell myself, like how i tell myself every other year, this year is going to be a goood year for me. and i'm going to complete all my new year resolutions and get all that i want! give me some credit here yea. i m trying to be optimisitic for the new year and i need all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2287132068302745076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/2287132068302745076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#2287132068302745076' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-1255435478829673565</id><published>2009-12-31T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:16:58.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i think of ur absence this weekend, i can't help but feel sad. but then on the other hand, when i think of how much time we can spend tgt in our life time, this seem very trivial.i can't help feeling a little down though. miss u terribly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1255435478829673565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/1255435478829673565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#1255435478829673565' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-6285209308011948724</id><published>2009-12-29T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:04:17.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seriously, guys don't have to go to great lengths to be sweet to a girl. somehow, i find all the small nitty gritty details ten times sweeter... simple things like after going out with a girl, most people think it's sweet if he sends u all the way home.. i think it's sweet if he calls a cab for u.. or flag a cab for u also and like send u safely into the cab and end the night by saying, give me a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/6285209308011948724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/6285209308011948724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6285209308011948724' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619753.post-4223080611479903097</id><published>2009-12-28T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:42:54.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there could be 1000000 stuff out there but there's only one me.this is totally not the best time to be out there partying and enjoying. i wanna stay home and isolate....freaking random-ness tt i m suffering from. blues... siansation.i m finally understanding the meaning of all these. i'm trying to escape.... esp from that someone who cannot seem to stop nagging, even at this moment, right beside </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4223080611479903097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619753/posts/default/4223080611479903097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionofthesoul.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4223080611479903097' title=''/><author><name>.:/30n4:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgaWl2Lg6G8/TWYLlmg2SVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VZsyb9PIX-c/s1600/Sunflower.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
