<?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-12577156</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:46:16.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living by the Moonlight</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for my rants, my ideas and my thoughts. A short and sweet one entry per month blog that promises its readers nothing less than described.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>262</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-7997236021149700462</id><published>2012-02-12T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T22:45:25.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendzone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1j-UE4i-W_g/TzfPiiuJAeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iCB3teEcifU/s1600/holiday-rom-com-friend-zone_400x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1j-UE4i-W_g/TzfPiiuJAeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iCB3teEcifU/s320/holiday-rom-com-friend-zone_400x300.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Would you rather be officially friendzoned or simply be left ignorant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-7997236021149700462?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7997236021149700462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=7997236021149700462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7997236021149700462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7997236021149700462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='Friendzone?'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1j-UE4i-W_g/TzfPiiuJAeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iCB3teEcifU/s72-c/holiday-rom-com-friend-zone_400x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-2189913002490903365</id><published>2012-01-17T00:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T16:31:01.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years</title><content type='html'>三年了...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-2189913002490903365?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2189913002490903365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=2189913002490903365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2189913002490903365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2189913002490903365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-years.html' title='3 years'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-1387263273652231389</id><published>2012-01-06T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:18:34.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>We have to learn to be susceptible to changes. This is a fast paced world we're living in and changes are inevitable. Learn fast, move fast and stop dwelling in the past. What we can do is to learn from the past and apply it to the changes ahead instead of complaining about this and that whenever there are changes. If you don't like those changes, do something about it and stop whining as it will get you nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how this lady who was walking in front of me during lunch hour, she had this familiar smell and it made me think of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-1387263273652231389?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1387263273652231389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=1387263273652231389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1387263273652231389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1387263273652231389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2012/01/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-5935924653790717761</id><published>2011-12-11T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:56:53.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Steps</title><content type='html'>The first step to most things is the hardest step to take. Take for example, going for a run. It's always most difficult to get out of the house but soon after getting out of your door, you realise that it's really not that hard after all. I guess it applies to life too. There are many times I&amp;nbsp;hesitate&amp;nbsp;and procrastinate when starting to do some things then before I know it, it's too late already. So, make your first step! It's really not as bad as you think it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-5935924653790717761?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5935924653790717761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=5935924653790717761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5935924653790717761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5935924653790717761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-steps.html' title='First Steps'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-3857939892405878300</id><published>2011-12-08T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:07:13.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Life</title><content type='html'>Learn to appreciate and enjoy the little things in life. The time you take to reach your destination is really not that important, it's the journey that counts. True friends that reach earlier than you will cheer you on giving you all the encouragements and support that you need along the way and will rejoice together when you finally reach. Do YOUR best (not what others expect you to be) in all you do and rest knowing that you've already given it all. It's like running a marathon. You've just got to jog at your comfortable pace and enjoy the marathon experience; not overworking your body beyond it's limits and risk passing out at the finishing line. I'm sure along the way, there'll be beautiful scenery and interesting people to see. That, my friend, is living life. Live yours well. Appreciate the small little stuffs and always be thankful for them to be a part of your journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-3857939892405878300?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3857939892405878300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=3857939892405878300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3857939892405878300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3857939892405878300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/12/living-life.html' title='Living Life'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-548597177724636073</id><published>2011-12-07T17:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T18:34:55.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我喜欢你。。。</title><content type='html'>我喜欢你。。。&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你的不虚假的行为。&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你的不做作的可爱。&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你的对朋友的真诚。&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你常常会为人着想。&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你那充满爱心的心肠。 &lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你能为家人付出那么多。&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你有许多和我同样的想法。&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你那灿烂又不吝啬的笑容。&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你，但。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-548597177724636073?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/548597177724636073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=548597177724636073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/548597177724636073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/548597177724636073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_07.html' title='我喜欢你。。。'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4787981137368652167</id><published>2011-11-14T03:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T03:48:20.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about</title><content type='html'>Name a few of your flaws n weaknesses. Now try to make a list of something good about yourself. Which one was easier to list? I'm guessing for most it was easier to list your negatives. So why do we focus so much on our negatives instead of our plus points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we should start thinking more positively of ourselves to make our lives better. Probably that's how successful people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something to think about on this sleepless night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4787981137368652167?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4787981137368652167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4787981137368652167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4787981137368652167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4787981137368652167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-6477869103224474298</id><published>2011-11-13T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T03:48:48.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Oh... it's that time of the year again where we have our exams. This time, it's kinda special for me, cause it'll be the last exam that I'll be taking for BSc Biomedical Engineering in UniSIM! Woohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it's a series of leisure, fun and enjoyment down under with the 4 musketeers! I'm happy enough with the way things are right now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and btw... HOSEHBOH!!! (If ur not sure what this is about, click &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/stomp/sgseen/what_bugs_me/804212/pai_kia_girls_on_rise_in_spore_one_boasts_that.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePGAkNveuzk" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to find out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-6477869103224474298?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6477869103224474298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=6477869103224474298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6477869103224474298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6477869103224474298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh.html' title='Exams AGAIN'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-8260025315128867130</id><published>2011-10-25T09:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:44:09.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Water Diver Certification</title><content type='html'>Diving. Would I go again? I might. Came back from our open water certification couse in Tioman. Most of us only began to enjoy it after the third dive. Overall I'd rate this experience a 6/10 mainly because it was too big a group to dive comfortably plus a few inconsiderate divers that keep knocking into us, slapping us with their fins, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't think that diving is easy. It takes lots of practice to dive like divers you get to see on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with sea; next stop, to the sky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-8260025315128867130?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8260025315128867130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=8260025315128867130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8260025315128867130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8260025315128867130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/10/open-water-diver-certification.html' title='Open Water Diver Certification'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-7112857617268471952</id><published>2011-09-16T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T15:14:39.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I choose to believe your lies to make myself feel better. Sometimes I lie to myself to make myself feel better. I'm such a horrible liar that I can't even convince myself to believe those lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just perpectual liars. Lying is in their blood. Some of them really convincing, some are just amatuers. The most difficult part is to believe perpectual liars even if they are telling the truth because they lie so often that the truths get drowned in their lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap I'm so sleepy. Need to keep myself awake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-7112857617268471952?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7112857617268471952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=7112857617268471952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7112857617268471952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7112857617268471952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/09/lies.html' title='Lies'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-6317307586188342260</id><published>2011-09-12T02:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T02:12:36.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetting it vs forget it</title><content type='html'>If only forgetting it was as easy as saying forget it. Somethings you wish to forget but just could not. The only way is to learn to live with it and not let it affect your day, your work, your outings and your sleep. I find that it's most difficult to let it not affect your sleep. Since during any other times, there are friends, colleagues, work and other stuffs to distract you from these thoughts. But at night when you're lying on the bed, the mind keeps wandering about freely. You can't really control it. Every single thought snowballs into something larger. Slowly, insomnia sets in and there goes the next day. Restlessness, sleepiness, laziness, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-6317307586188342260?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6317307586188342260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=6317307586188342260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6317307586188342260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6317307586188342260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-only-forgetting-it-was-as-easy-as.html' title='Forgetting it vs forget it'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-5899048679424701368</id><published>2011-09-11T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T02:13:14.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest of the Sea</title><content type='html'>Review on Harvest of the Sea buffet @Concorde Hotel's Spices Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJqc4KnerDk/TmutyTZgZaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/A5kJXh_3jzo/s1600/IMG_1049-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJqc4KnerDk/TmutyTZgZaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/A5kJXh_3jzo/s320/IMG_1049-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is where all the food lies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a weekend dinner $47++ buffet, you will truly feel that it is worth every penny and not leave feeling cheated. You won't feel that it's a buffet that's anywhere near those $70+ ones too. The price is just about right as it rightfully should be at. There were hits and misses as with any other buffets but overall, just skip all their meat stuffs and dive straight in to their seafood items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FwLKcuMbseo/TmupMokGARI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ySk5U7LBYU0/s1600/IMG_1050-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FwLKcuMbseo/TmupMokGARI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ySk5U7LBYU0/s320/IMG_1050-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each diner gets 1 serving of half a lobster&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The highlight of the buffet definitely went to the cheese lobsters. They were oohlalahh shiok! The cheese was nicely melted and was not overpowering. The lobster meat was cooked to perfection. This, this was what made that buffet dinner so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fondue was awesome too. It simply makes you wanna fondue pretty much everything. The chocolate they used has some standard. All I can say is it didn't taste like some cheapo chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 5 varieties of crab served a la minute. I think the crabs were a tad too spicy for my liking. The rest of my friends said nice, I find those just a meh~. I've tasted better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desserts, you have to try some of them. The chocolate mousse is simply too good to be missed. It's all rich and chocolaty. Apple crumble was nice too. Refreshing aloe vera longan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honourable mentions: Salmon sashimi, drunken prawn, mushroom abalone soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service here was top notch. The waiters and waitresses were attentive and polite. Drinks and plates were promptly refilled and cleared. I actually felt kinda bad for not tipping them. To top everything off, there was a "1 dines free for every 4 paying customers" promotion for DBS/POSB/Citibank credit card holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-5899048679424701368?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5899048679424701368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=5899048679424701368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5899048679424701368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5899048679424701368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/09/review-on-harvest-of-sea-buffet.html' title='Harvest of the Sea'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJqc4KnerDk/TmutyTZgZaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/A5kJXh_3jzo/s72-c/IMG_1049-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-3223004182962644799</id><published>2011-09-09T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T02:14:21.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Test</title><content type='html'>Test test. Trying out the new blogger app for iPhone. Get it now for your blogging on the go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-3223004182962644799?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3223004182962644799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=3223004182962644799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3223004182962644799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3223004182962644799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/09/test-test.html' title='Test Test'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-3863125297462661627</id><published>2011-09-04T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T00:40:31.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Perhaps saying no was a cowardly way of shrugging away responsibilities. It’s like a natural defense mechanism to say no even before the brain processes it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;About two going on three years ago, it was this “no” that resulted in the greatest regret of my life. Someone asked me if I would still like to join for an adventure trip even though the rest of my friends didn’t want to go. I didn’t say no but said something like “eh… it’ll be more fun if others could join”. I didn’t know what I was thinking then. Maybe things would have been a lot different if I said yes. Just maybe. From that day forth, I made it a point to “yes” at every other possible opportunity as long as she’s going.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;If I could turn back time, I’ll go wherever you will go. If I could make you mine, I’ll go wherever you will go&lt;/i&gt;.” Wherever you will go – The Calling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Think before you speak or do anything. You’ll never know what stupid, irrational stuffs you might blurt out in that spur of the moment. Don’t live to regret it because there ain’t no time machine yet. Please contact me if there is, because I sure do wanna go back in time to say "YES! DEFINITELY!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-3863125297462661627?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3863125297462661627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=3863125297462661627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3863125297462661627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3863125297462661627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/09/perhaps-saying-no-was-cowardly-way-of.html' title='No'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-3199023929879787016</id><published>2011-08-11T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T02:15:07.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry I'm Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sorry blog, I'm just too busy this month. September will be better. I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Simply love the second verse of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPwpUpKoZTQ"&gt;My Prettiest Friend by Jason Mraz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;".... I wrote this for my prettiest friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Who while trying not to prove that I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Trying not to make all my moves in one motion and scare her away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Well she can't see she's making me crazy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I don't believe she knows she's amazing how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;She has me holding my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;So I'd never guess that I'm a nonesuch-unsuitable, suitor for her..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-3199023929879787016?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3199023929879787016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=3199023929879787016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3199023929879787016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3199023929879787016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/08/sorry-blog-im-just-too-busy-this-month.html' title='Sorry I&apos;m Busy'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-1680868700420482862</id><published>2011-08-07T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T02:15:36.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Plank</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Old people should't plank! You look dead!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-1680868700420482862?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1680868700420482862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=1680868700420482862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1680868700420482862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1680868700420482862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/08/old-people-shouldt-plank-you-look-dead.html' title='Old Plank'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4063371584746448747</id><published>2011-07-18T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T02:16:18.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls that Piss Her Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LQ7wT4CUprQ" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lol I think she's a man. Coming from a girl, that's really something. The message was kinda crude but I felt it made some sense. I'm not trying to be a MCP by any means. Wished there was a "Guys that piss me off" version too. Would be keen to learn from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4063371584746448747?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4063371584746448747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4063371584746448747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4063371584746448747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4063371584746448747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/07/lol-i-think-shes-man.html' title='Girls that Piss Her Off'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LQ7wT4CUprQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-422739033925067746</id><published>2011-06-18T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T01:12:04.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's weird that after more than 10 years, my heart continues to skip a beat or two every time I see her. Perhaps it's because she is the first one I had a crush on. Oh well, hope she's doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disillusionised with work recently. Guess it's a sign to leave and get out. This system just doesn't seem to reward those that are hardworking. Not trying to say that I am, in fact I'm quite the opposite. Just felt unjust for one of my colleague. I hope he realises how critical his role is in our department and that he will fight for the credits and&amp;nbsp;recognition&amp;nbsp;he deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this post with a funny quote from Kumar. He's an amazing stand up comedian (mostly jokes for Singaporeans). "&lt;i&gt;Definition of sex: It's an injection with affection to the mid-section from a projection without any objection and hopefully no infection.&lt;/i&gt;" -Kumar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-422739033925067746?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/422739033925067746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=422739033925067746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/422739033925067746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/422739033925067746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-weird-that-after-more-than-10-years.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-455678974126074235</id><published>2011-06-09T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:57:13.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am I constantly trying to find bits and pieces of you in every girl I see? Your hair,your eyes, your smell, your smile, your lips, your face, your&amp;nbsp;humour, the clothes you wear, the food you like, etc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-455678974126074235?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/455678974126074235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=455678974126074235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/455678974126074235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/455678974126074235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-am-i-constantly-trying-to-find-bits.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4223909731338892366</id><published>2011-05-25T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T06:18:41.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally done with exams! 1 more year; 3 modules &amp;amp; 1 project to go! I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Just a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loosing it. The ability to write lame crapy entries. At the point of writing, I am seriously wrecking my brain to find something lame to write but I can't. Blah.. I give up. Go have breakfast and then off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feels like insomnia ah ah... Feels like insomnia ah ah..." This is the reason for this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4223909731338892366?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4223909731338892366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4223909731338892366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4223909731338892366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4223909731338892366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/05/finally-done-with-exams-1-more-year-3.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-1086178732635385653</id><published>2011-05-06T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T02:10:45.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;You know you can see sincerity in some of their eyes when they speak; you know you can see pretension in some of their eyes when they speak. Some speakers speak with all their heart and you can tell from their speeches. They are the ones I like. Unlike some who reads the script as though they are reciting some flawless poems. Mr. Pritam Singh, one of the better speakers in this year’s rally speaks with conviction in his eyes and tone. I also think that our PM Lee is an excellent speaker who speaks with a high level of persuasion and logical sense in his speeches. I applaud Nicole Seah for her sincerity when addressing political issues especially to those needy Singaporeans. You can see that she is willing to go all out to help these people through her eyes. As for the infamous Tin Pei Ling, one word “FAKE” is all that is needed to be said. Well of course there are many other prominent political candidates in this year’s election and I can’t name them all but these were the few that stood out when I watched the rallies online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Edited: Mr. George Yeo, you've had me convinced. Now, I'm just so glad that I'm not within the Aljunied GRC. It's a tough choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;May the best candidate win. 7th May. I'm so freaking excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-1086178732635385653?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1086178732635385653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=1086178732635385653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1086178732635385653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1086178732635385653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-know-you-can-see-sincerity-in-some.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-6234450360833555992</id><published>2011-05-02T04:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T04:53:02.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;This election is going to be so freaking exciting! Can't wait for the results to be announced. A quote from some random blogger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;voting for opposition is like buying 4d/toto. you may not win. but got buy got hope, no buy no hope. so singaporeans, if you are willing to buy hopes in 4d/toto, why wouldn't cast your vote in exchange for hopes?" - &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://smartypants-wannabe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Random Blogger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;If you are a Singaporean and have not watch "V for Vendetta", please watch it before the 7th of May. It's a very disturbing yet familiar scene here back home. Here's a quote from the film:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the&amp;nbsp;tranquillity&amp;nbsp;of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; - V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-6234450360833555992?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6234450360833555992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=6234450360833555992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6234450360833555992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6234450360833555992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-election-is-going-to-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4366319584510151349</id><published>2011-04-22T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:28:25.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="279" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sPwpUpKoZTQ" title="YouTube video player" width="448"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome sweetness for that prettiest friend. I wanna write a song too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4366319584510151349?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4366319584510151349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4366319584510151349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4366319584510151349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4366319584510151349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/04/awesome-sweetness-for-that-prettiest.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sPwpUpKoZTQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-41286037472850066</id><published>2011-03-14T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:40:43.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: inherit; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;My heart goes out to those affect by this disaster. Watching their houses get swept away by the water was really heart wrenching. Somehow I wished I was there. Struggling to survive this disaster with everyone. Helping one another in this crisis. Only then, I'll truly appreciate what I've taken for granted and cherish all the things and people&amp;nbsp;around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: inherit; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“My mom called me because she didn’t know I was in Austin Texas for south by south-west, she thought I was still in my place in Venice, and she called me, crying. She just wanted to make sure I was safe. She didn’t believe me at first because she thought that I was lying to make her feel better, that I was still actually there but I didn’t want her to know. And I thought wow… it’s these terrible things that make people cherish what they have. It’s these terrible things that make people um… I don’t know… human. And it made me sad to think this morning, in whatever language, wherever in the world, some people made that call, and no one answered. And that’s what sticks in my mind when I think of this. And… I don’t know… I hope it sticks like that in your mind as well."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: inherit; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;- Philip DeFranco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-41286037472850066?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/41286037472850066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=41286037472850066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/41286037472850066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/41286037472850066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-heart-goes-out-to-those-affect-by.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-1234597392880663300</id><published>2011-02-10T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:03:35.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to frequent my grandmother's house for dinner back in the Race Course Road days but probably I see them too often, gatherings&amp;nbsp;seemed pointless. At that time, I would prioritise friends over family. It was not until we were living further apart, that I gradually came to understand the importance of&amp;nbsp;such pointless&amp;nbsp;gatherings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-1234597392880663300?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1234597392880663300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=1234597392880663300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1234597392880663300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1234597392880663300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-used-to-frequent-my-grandmothers.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-56151266891949916</id><published>2011-02-09T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:21:17.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've been reading too much love stories on &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/stomp/sgseen/stomp_love_story_2011/"&gt;STOMP&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-56151266891949916?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/56151266891949916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=56151266891949916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/56151266891949916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/56151266891949916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-ive-been-reading-too-much-love.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-1378421883324494330</id><published>2011-01-18T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:26:46.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The passing of someone be it friend or foe, relatives or some strangers is not a joyous occassion. It don't matter if that person is close to you or not. To find out that someone has died, is sad news. Rest well in the arms of God Aunty Lilian. You will always be remembered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-1378421883324494330?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1378421883324494330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=1378421883324494330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1378421883324494330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1378421883324494330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/01/passing-of-someone-be-it-friend-or-foe.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-3627251628216190522</id><published>2011-01-16T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T02:08:37.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I’m going crazy. Recently, I’ve been thinking about doing stuffs that I wouldn’t even think about doing previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Migrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I read the news, it just irks me that Singapore is really not the place to be anymore. Everything is just so off balance. The government can just do what they like and we can do no nothing about it. It’s a fucked up system. They can concoct figures to support their claims without giving concrete information on how these figures are tabulated. Living here is tough with all the rising expenses for basic food and shelter. All I ever wanted was just a simple life, nothing too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Volunteering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking of doing some volunteering work. That itself is a crazy enough idea for me. I wanna help build someone a house, a bridge, clean their house, or whatever&amp;nbsp;together with a bunch of people, make friends, but most of all, I wanna be appreciated. Maybe I just wanna feel again. Maybe I needed the appreciative smiles and thank yous&amp;nbsp;again. I miss them. It gives you a warm fuzzy feeling in your heart, it puts a halo on your head knowing that you've helped someone.&amp;nbsp;This volunteerism&amp;nbsp;spirit&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;rekindled by a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzSgn0LYW8g"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; I saw on youtube. I hope it’ll inspire you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-3627251628216190522?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3627251628216190522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=3627251628216190522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3627251628216190522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3627251628216190522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-im-going-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-683677963681966601</id><published>2010-12-21T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T12:29:23.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Give me a reason to stay. Little workload alone is definitely not good enough a reason. I’ve been utterly disappointed with all that’s happening. Come 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Jan 2011, our department will have 3 Assistant Managers, 1 Senior Manager and 1 Assistant Director. All 5 of them promoted but still the same job scope as before. Not that I’m not happy for them or any of that sort but what I feel is that since there can be so many AMs within such a small department, why can’t we have more engineers??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;For us technicians, we’re forever stuck, not able to progress further. I just can’t swallow that. Heard that we’re changing our job titles soon. I have this to say: “Are you taking me for a fool? A mere change of title from technician is not going to pacify me. If you think that that is enough to make us stay, think again. We’re not kids anymore.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And if that is not enough, our boss is telling those who came for interview that there is no future in BME. Once you are here, it’s almost the end of the road, you cannot progress further. WTF. This simply implies that he is not capable enough. I just can’t believe what I’ve heard. Even vendors are making a mockery out of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-683677963681966601?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/683677963681966601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=683677963681966601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/683677963681966601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/683677963681966601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/12/normal-0-give-me-reason-to-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-5157943865395640491</id><published>2010-12-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:32:50.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I've learnt from Taiwan trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too much of good can be bad. I got kinda sick of those taiwanese girls' teh-ing voice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smelly toufu is horrible! The smell wasn't so bad before tasting it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's best to take motion sickness pills if you're travelling to mountainous areas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cab drivers in Taiwan have skills!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not difficult to travel around Taipei, you just got to ask (in Mandarin).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taiwanese looks better than Singaporeans, male and female, young and old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;麻辣锅 is awesome!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taiwanese girls "want pretty don't want life". They can still dress in mini skirt under such cold weather.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shihlin night market is overrated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-5157943865395640491?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5157943865395640491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=5157943865395640491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5157943865395640491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5157943865395640491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-ive-learnt-from-taiwan-trip-too.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-7878412904663034890</id><published>2010-11-22T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T05:37:58.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been craving for mc spicy since last week and today I've finally had my fix. A mc spicy double, in fact. Paid the cashier, got back some change, found that I was given more than expected, gave the casheir a did-you-give-me-wrong-change look, no response, so I thought oh well, probably there's some promo on and did not probe further. Sat down and opened up the mc spicy burger box and found that it's a mono! Not the double that I was expecting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally told myself this: "I won't allow myself to be pushed around. Not today." Normally, a mono would have sufficed, but today is different, today is the day I settle this craving for good. So I went to the counter and made the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say is that given my personality, I wouldn't have done that. I'd just settle for the mono and let it be. What overcame me to do that? Thinking back, with regard to this issue, I realise this is yet another change I'm experiencing. At work, I rarely trouble vendors to get more info during commissionings and I hardly fail those commissioning. Now, almost half of the commissionings I do ended up either failing or requiring vendor getting back to me for some outstanding unanswered questions. There was this once when I told off a vendor just because he was late and didn't even bother to inform. Cases like these would be rare a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change; I see it in some of my friends and family members too. Some for the better, some for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the road, try to recall who you were, compare how much you've changed and see if it's for the better or for the worse. Then you be your own judge to see if you like who you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam I should be studying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-7878412904663034890?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7878412904663034890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=7878412904663034890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7878412904663034890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7878412904663034890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-been-craving-for-mc-spicy-since.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-5083367951738989950</id><published>2010-11-14T06:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:31:48.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Strategy for Managing Conflicts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Style 1: Avoidance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Advantages:&lt;br /&gt;- allows time to cool off&lt;br /&gt;- enables gathering of more information and analysis&lt;br /&gt;- avoids damaging relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantages:&lt;br /&gt;- no commitment to decision&lt;br /&gt;- feeling that the conflict has not been equitable resolved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Style 2: Competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Advantages:&lt;br /&gt;- Useful for taking quick decisive actions (e.g. life-threatening situation, during a battle, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Disadvantages:&lt;br /&gt;- win-lose result&lt;br /&gt;- losers may become problematic&lt;br /&gt;- projection of aggressive image&lt;br /&gt;- may cause isolation and avoidance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Style 3: Accommodation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Advantages:&lt;br /&gt;- maintaining harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Disadvantages:&lt;br /&gt;- may project image of weakness&lt;br /&gt;- possible loss of respect&lt;br /&gt;- may lead to resentment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Style 4: Compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Advantages:&lt;br /&gt;- temporary solution&lt;br /&gt;- fulfilling simple needs&lt;br /&gt;- back-up method if collaboration fails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Disadvantages:&lt;br /&gt;- needs of parties not fully met&lt;br /&gt;- effort directed at negotiating rather than creative problem-solving&lt;br /&gt;- conflict may not be effectively resolved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Style 5: Collaboration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Advantages:&lt;br /&gt;- ensures both parties are committed to the solution&lt;br /&gt;- develops openness and trust&lt;br /&gt;- win-win outcome&lt;br /&gt;- creative solutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Disadvantages:&lt;br /&gt;- much time and energy needed&lt;br /&gt;- requires big commitment&lt;br /&gt;- unproductive deliberation on minor issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I'm a avoidance-accomodation hybrid. I feel that this somehow puts me at the losing end most of the time. What are you? Next, I'll probably post the simple test to determine ur type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;On another note, I realise that some simple compliments can make a someone's day. Note to self: I should start using compliments more often (use it like you mean it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-5083367951738989950?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5083367951738989950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=5083367951738989950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5083367951738989950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5083367951738989950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/11/normal-0-false-false-false-en-sg-zh-cn.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-5045706556868860925</id><published>2010-10-09T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T03:04:24.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Friday I chose to stay at home. Maybe it's the headache that was haunting me, and/or maybe it's the massive lack of sleep this entire week, and/or maybe it's just that I want to accompany my mum at home just in case she needs someone to listen to her rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my brother left to stay at his friend's house, my mom doesn't have anyone except me to talk to at home. At times, I can feel that she just needed someone to talk to, someone to listen to her. Well I try to be home early, though not very hard but it's still better than nothing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to be there all the time, but they must know that we will be there when needed. This is my take for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-5045706556868860925?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5045706556868860925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=5045706556868860925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5045706556868860925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5045706556868860925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-i-chose-to-stay-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-6391333095025917284</id><published>2010-09-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:32:46.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Guys aren’t afraid of rejection. We get rejected all the time we ask  for a certain dish and a restaurant is out of it, and it’s no big deal.  We ask a friend to come out to the movies and they’re not available and  it doesn’t bother us. No, what we’re afraid of is &lt;em&gt;judgement&lt;/em&gt; –  specifically judging ourselves. It’s not so much an attractive woman  saying no to you that bothers most men – it’s having to look inside and  re-assess who you are. Putting weight on your worth as a man based on  how well a woman responds to you.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-6391333095025917284?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6391333095025917284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=6391333095025917284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6391333095025917284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6391333095025917284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/09/guys-arent-afraid-of-rejection.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-2819458682701700835</id><published>2010-09-21T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:56:28.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't put it in such a way that it's my fault. I've already forgiven him one time too many. You can't expect me to be ever-forgiving; I'm not Jesus. The next one, he'll have to earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say&amp;nbsp;a picture paints a thousand words. Well, I say&amp;nbsp;a beautiful smile on a girl attracts a thousand guys. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, money spending knows no limits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-2819458682701700835?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2819458682701700835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=2819458682701700835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2819458682701700835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2819458682701700835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-put-it-in-such-way-that-its-my.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-6222895506786821316</id><published>2010-08-30T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T01:44:20.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps it's time I forget about it and just move on already. I see where things are going and from the looks of it, it doesn't seem any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking thinking random thinking... Men are superficial. When people ask what kind of girl are you looking for? Most men would think of height, weight, size, cute, sexy, age, etc... When that kind of question is posted to women, most (from what I've heard so far)&amp;nbsp;woud say stability, money, security, caring, etc... Heh not that I'm belittling men in any way but judging from the answers, it's difficult to deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life feels busy ever since school started. Sigh... I really need a break. I'm tired... really &lt;strong&gt;sick and&amp;nbsp;tired&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;of studying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-6222895506786821316?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6222895506786821316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=6222895506786821316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6222895506786821316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6222895506786821316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/08/perhaps-its-time-i-forget-about-it-and.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-3521675385290354810</id><published>2010-07-14T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:24:30.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohooo... I'm sooo hyped up for the Taiwan trip in December! Taiwanna have fun! Thinking about it makes my bones crinkle with excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newpaper Big Walk this Sunday! Yeah! Let's see how big this walk is eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to boring work stuffs. Some people just can't seem to stop complaining about work, complaining about our boss, complaining about the system, etc... If you think everything is so damn easy then why don't I see you being a manager or sort. Just do your job and stop complaining. If you really don't like it here then do something about it, leave, and find&amp;nbsp;your better place. And then there are those that are easily influenced by the previously mentioned. Sigh... Seriously, I see no point in these people complaining so much when they don't intend to stay long. Even if you do complain, does it help if you are bringing those issues up during tea breaks and lunch breaks when our boss is not around? And the worst part is that when he's around, everyone just shut their traps. WTF is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I still like to end it with a happy note. Woohooo... I'm sooo hyped up for the Taiwan trip in December! Taiwanna have fun! Thinking about it makes my bones crinkle with excitement! Haha done. Aww this feels so much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-3521675385290354810?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3521675385290354810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=3521675385290354810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3521675385290354810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3521675385290354810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/07/woohooo.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-342257870289867652</id><published>2010-06-21T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:42:36.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My good friend at work is leaving this Wednesday.&amp;nbsp;Everything happened in a blink of an eye.&amp;nbsp;It's good that she's finally moved on to something that I feel will suit her better instead of wasting her time here. Wish you success in your career&amp;nbsp;and your&amp;nbsp;love life Eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's gone, I wonder who will take her place? Will it be a pretty girl? Will it be a boring person? Will it be empty for very long? Hmmm... who knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-342257870289867652?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/342257870289867652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=342257870289867652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/342257870289867652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/342257870289867652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-good-friend-at-work-is-leaving-this.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4953204262978786704</id><published>2010-05-30T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T03:37:33.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bohahaha! Over and done with this&amp;nbsp;sem's&amp;nbsp;exams! Everything went smoothly (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June is:&lt;br /&gt;Mid-year&amp;nbsp;bonus month! Burstday month! Exams over month! Nice weather month! Going out month! Enjoy month! A nearby island trip month?! GSS month! Wahahaha every month should be June!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4953204262978786704?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4953204262978786704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4953204262978786704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4953204262978786704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4953204262978786704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/05/bohahaha-over-and-done-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-8774877897994286527</id><published>2010-05-20T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T01:30:00.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finsihed&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;appraisal recently. I seriously don't deserve to get what I've got. Not that it's bad, in fact it's quite positive. I just feel that this is bullshit man. I have not been doing much, been dozing off at work, surfing the net, chit chatting, reading papers, etc. and they are&amp;nbsp;recommending me for an&amp;nbsp;early promotion? I don't see why when other people who seem to be working&amp;nbsp;so much harder and&amp;nbsp;yet&amp;nbsp;not get a rating they rightfully deserve. It's really unfair. How do you justify this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI I wasn't like this in the beginning but since after the previous appraisal, I've reached a certain point in this work life where I&amp;nbsp;am faced with the cold hard fact&amp;nbsp;that it does not really matter how well you perform or don't perform, the system is rigged. How do you expect employees to be motivated with this environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've been really busy at work for the past 2 days and I'm lovin it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-8774877897994286527?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8774877897994286527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=8774877897994286527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8774877897994286527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8774877897994286527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-finsihed-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-6662276656414861998</id><published>2010-04-27T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T08:23:13.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What am I really good at? This question came wandering to my mind and left me wondering. Some people may be good at singing, some at making friends, some at programmings, others at running or even drinking. So what am I really good at? I have no idea. Sux to not be good at anything. Worse if&amp;nbsp;you think you're good at something and found out that your are actually just as mediocre as everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was discussing this topic about 丑的人做什么都错 or 漂亮的人做什么都对. It was a&amp;nbsp;very funny&amp;nbsp;topic which is also somewhat true to some extent. It started off as a passing remark and then we cited more and more examples. Had a good laugh. Here's a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenerio 1:&lt;br /&gt;Cute girl does something stupid in office. Guy: 哇你好可爱哦！&lt;br /&gt;Ugly girl does said stupid act in office. Guy: wah lau 为什么你那么笨?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenerio 2:&lt;br /&gt;Cute girl wears bikini. Guy: WOW!&lt;br /&gt;Fat girl wears said bikini. Guy: WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenerio 3:&lt;br /&gt;Cute guy does cool pose. Girl: 好帅哦！&lt;br /&gt;Ugly guys does said cool pose. Girl: 你不要恶心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you get the idea. It's unfair, but then again, what is fair? Heh beautiful people... knn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bloggity month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-6662276656414861998?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6662276656414861998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=6662276656414861998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6662276656414861998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6662276656414861998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-am-i-really-good-at-this-question.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-1023599847268660561</id><published>2010-04-17T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:23:30.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"算了算了反正 I've lost all hope&amp;nbsp;in you anyway." Just leave and don't ever come back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-1023599847268660561?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1023599847268660561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=1023599847268660561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1023599847268660561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1023599847268660561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-lost-all-hope-you-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-3714779261919948209</id><published>2010-04-17T04:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:38:54.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahahah suddenly alot talks about introducing&amp;nbsp;girl&amp;nbsp;to me! Not a bad thing, bring it on! But to be honest, 我谁都不想要认识，只想多认识她一些。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what type am I looking for actually? I have not really given it any detailed thoughts about the ideal (aka not realistic) type. It doesn't hurt to dream so here goes nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, the girl of my dreams should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;lt;160.1cm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slim (BMI still in the acceptable range but more towards the lower end of the range)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fun/funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;accepting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aged difference nt lesser than&amp;nbsp;4 nt more than 1yr 11mths 30days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;non-smoker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chinese (indian-chinese, eurasians acceptable)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mid to small sized boobs (got something issues with big ones don't know why)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;long haired&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not overly act cute (eg. 水蜜桃姐姐, 蝴蝶姐姐)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;appreciative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Truthfully, I dream too much. 平凡也是一种美 (which I'd call it 平凡美).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-3714779261919948209?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3714779261919948209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=3714779261919948209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3714779261919948209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3714779261919948209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/04/wahahah-suddenly-alot-talks-about.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-3589355553808207579</id><published>2010-04-06T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:31:23.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Red bull tried to kill me on Saturday night! Actually I've underestimated the power of that bull. One glass of it at 2am kept me awake till 8am the next morning. Lesson learnt: Although red bull vodka is nice, don't ever freaking drink it at such an odd timing unless you're planning to party the whole damn night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurdy hell didn't think of it when i glupped the whole glass down. Lay in bed 1/2 asleep from 3+ till 8 in the morning. Only then did the effect wear off and allowed me to sleep undisturbed. Woke up with a stiff neck though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must leave the current job! Getting extremely lazy and unmotivated. But guess I'll stay on, for the next 2 to 3 years till I've completed my studies at least. Everyone complains; Even if it is too slack. It's a good retirement job though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the next few years:&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a girl&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a nice looking degree&lt;br /&gt;3. Get driving license&lt;br /&gt;4. Get&amp;nbsp;out of this&amp;nbsp;job&lt;br /&gt;5. Get a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact this has always been my plan but sadly&amp;nbsp;I never made it through step 1. Hahaha... damn I suck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-3589355553808207579?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3589355553808207579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=3589355553808207579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3589355553808207579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3589355553808207579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/04/red-bull-tried-to-kill-me-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-1132778041348358681</id><published>2010-03-06T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:45:49.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night or rather this morning was the first time I woke up crying because of a dream. I literally broke down and cried. I told my dad something which was kept inside for years. The reaction plus what he said woke me up and made me burst into tears. It was surreal. The first of a once in a lifetime experience I don't think I'll ever forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-1132778041348358681?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1132778041348358681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=1132778041348358681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1132778041348358681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1132778041348358681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-night-or-rather-this-morning-was.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-8123911226146672778</id><published>2010-02-21T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:11:51.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's plenty of things I wanna say but sadly freedom of speech is merely a beautifully fabricated lie. I know that once those stuffs are said, things would not ever be the same again. I might gain something out of it but there's also a chance I may lose something. It's a gamble that I'm not willing to risk so the rest of this entry shall stay hidden from the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more and more people telling me that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-8123911226146672778?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8123911226146672778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=8123911226146672778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8123911226146672778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8123911226146672778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-plenty-of-things-i-wanna-say-but.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-5678741360484936090</id><published>2010-02-10T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T01:18:45.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“我从来都不说不，不是应为我愿意。是应为我爱你。&lt;br /&gt;我从来都不生气，不是应为我没有脾气。是应为我爱你。&lt;br /&gt;我从来都不哭，不是应为我没有眼泪。是应为我爱你。” &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-5678741360484936090?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5678741360484936090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=5678741360484936090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5678741360484936090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5678741360484936090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-939904288149605176</id><published>2010-01-29T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:50:15.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not just me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVNo6eBPY2Q/S2Jn_zznbWI/AAAAAAAAACA/TJbSOG-niYk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVNo6eBPY2Q/S2Jn_zznbWI/AAAAAAAAACA/TJbSOG-niYk/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-939904288149605176?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/939904288149605176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=939904288149605176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/939904288149605176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/939904288149605176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-just-me.html' title='it&apos;s not just me'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVNo6eBPY2Q/S2Jn_zznbWI/AAAAAAAAACA/TJbSOG-niYk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4853477203202034555</id><published>2010-01-22T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:56:03.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've changed. Quite a lot actually. If you knew the me since pri school, you'd be shocked. I was recollecting what changed me. Was it my sec sch friends? Poly friends? Colleague? Yes. All of them played a part but what really made me change drastically was probably National Service. I guess I've changed for the better after NS.&amp;nbsp;During those BMT days, I was forced&amp;nbsp;to make new friends whom I've never met in my life&amp;nbsp;preBMT. Though we don't keep in contact anymore it was a fun/un-fun filled 3 months.&amp;nbsp;Shortly after, I was subsequently posted to&amp;nbsp;the naval training base&amp;nbsp;and then to RSS Sovereignty.&amp;nbsp;It was on board&amp;nbsp;Sovy that I&amp;nbsp;had my first encounter of clubbing, agogo bars, lup sup bar, hard liquor,&amp;nbsp;high on alcohol. Though&amp;nbsp;many of those first encounters&amp;nbsp;ain't something to be&amp;nbsp;proud of but it all&amp;nbsp;amounts to what&amp;nbsp;I am now. Through those, I've learnt and&amp;nbsp;not let curiosity&amp;nbsp;get the best of me and i truthfully thank God for that. National Service was indeed dreadful but I guess when you're eventually done with it, you'd think back, reminiscing all the good and bad times you've been through in that short but yet feels like eternity 2 years. It wasn't all bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This post was probably inspired by my ex-ship crew's sms. Though it&amp;nbsp;was just a very random message, it meant quite a lot to me;&amp;nbsp;at least I&amp;nbsp;felt that I was not forgotten. Well, maybe you should do the same. Drop&amp;nbsp;a friend whos&amp;nbsp;made some &lt;strong&gt;positive&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;changes&amp;nbsp;to your life&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;not contacted for some time&amp;nbsp;a message just to&amp;nbsp;make them&amp;nbsp;feel that they're remembered (don't simply send some msges fwded from somewhere please. use something that is totally customised just&amp;nbsp;for that person).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4853477203202034555?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4853477203202034555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4853477203202034555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4853477203202034555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4853477203202034555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4774983838213355070</id><published>2010-01-12T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:09:58.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sneak preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;frankly, i do wish it was not just a misunderstanding or a joke; i wish it was true. very much so in fact...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4774983838213355070?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4774983838213355070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4774983838213355070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4774983838213355070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4774983838213355070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/sneak-preview.html' title='sneak preview'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4162455559113798699</id><published>2009-12-23T08:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:35:54.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a feeling tomorrow will feel like another Friday; so did today and the day before. Not that I’m complaining or anything just that having 4 Fridays a week just makes me not want to work. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the fuck UniSIM topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurdy UniSIM I hate u! Ok that’s all. Lets not talk about it as it won’t even help a single bit at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas Eve was suppose to be empty, alone, tired, sleep. Yeah, sort of like that, you get the idea. Then slowly it became department celebration at 10am. Lunch with sec sch friends. Dinner with family. Outing with jie meis. I’m starting to not be able to commit to anything recently. Especially so during semester break. Previously, when my sec sch friends as me out, I’d just say OK without having to think it through much if I have anything else scheduled on that day. Outings were impromptu and simple. Why does all the gatherings have to cramp up during semester break? Is finding time to go out really that difficult during schooling days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4162455559113798699?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4162455559113798699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4162455559113798699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4162455559113798699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4162455559113798699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-got-feeling-tomorrow-will-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-7804760536906244182</id><published>2009-12-18T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:44:45.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you do when a monk stares at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home I happened to walk pass this monk in robes and he was staring at me as I walked past. An idea of a blog entry started appearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I hit him? Do I stare back at him? Do I confront him? Or do I just ignore? Generally I'll just ignore. He's a monk. But what if he wasn't a monk and just another regular person. I guess most people wouldn't choose to just ignore and forget about it. After thinking about that then crappy stuffs came to mind. What if I chose to confront him and that monk is from Shaolin temple and beats the crap out of me? What if I chose to hit him and he's just a helpless monk that does nothing but chants sutras everyday in the temple and just happens to look like a staring monk? ok.. this is getting out of hand crappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-7804760536906244182?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7804760536906244182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=7804760536906244182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7804760536906244182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7804760536906244182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-do-you-do-when-monk-stares-at-you.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-2828103868919895437</id><published>2009-11-21T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:27:57.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Done with exams; back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bag of chips beside the monitor looks so tempting but mom said I can't eat it today. I'm a good boy so... I'm eating it now. It's past 12 and it's not today anymore. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of the term accumulative tiredness? If you have not, don't be alarmed cos I'm probably the only one that uses this term. Accumulative tiredness refers to one that have not been having enough sleep consecutively for some number of days and the tiredness builds up throughout the week. -termed and defined by the wise Nigel. omg I feel so shameless writing that. Wonder how this mjp does it all his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too long a break made me loose the ability of having enough sleep with just 5 hours a day. 1 week bangkok, 3 days training, another week study leave. Effectively, I've only worked for 7 days for the past 4 weeks. Momentum is lost. As Black Eyed Peas would have said "Gotta get get, gotta get get, gotta get get, gotta get get get get get get" the momentum back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-2828103868919895437?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2828103868919895437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=2828103868919895437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2828103868919895437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2828103868919895437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/11/done-with-exams-back-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-653663129802037060</id><published>2009-10-09T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:02:27.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hardworking VS Acting Hardworking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance wise they both will seem to look the same but if you care to take a closer look, it's entirely a whole new story altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Too efficient VS Nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the outlook of these may seem similar but see again it's very different in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha why do I keep blogging about work stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, on another note, let me share something with you &lt;a href="http://taxidiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Singapore Taxi Driver's Diary&lt;/a&gt;. I really like this blogger. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Probably the only taxi driver in this world with a PhD from Stanford and a  proven track record of scientific accomplishments, I have been forced out of my  research job at the height of my scientific career, and unable to find another  one, for reasons I can only describe as something "uniquely Singapore". As a  result, I am driving taxi to make a living and writing these real life stories  just to make the dull job a little more interesting. I hope that these stories  are interesting to you too."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="fn"&gt;A Singapore Taxi Driver's Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that a taxi diver's job is dull and boring. It never came across to me that it could also be interesting if you'd view it in another point. I like this blog because some of the posts give me a false sense of hope that Singaporeans are gracious and kind. &lt;/span&gt;Almost everyday without fail, I see ungracious people around. On the train, at the junction, in the coffee shop, in the hawker centres, etc. His posts never bores me like some of those celebrity bloggers that shall not be named. Abrupt end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you just go read it for yourself. I can't be bothered to elaborate. Need to sleep. I was just waitng for my hair to be dried. Nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-653663129802037060?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/653663129802037060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=653663129802037060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/653663129802037060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/653663129802037060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/10/hardworking-vs-acting-hardworking.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4910306710127974334</id><published>2009-10-06T08:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:42:38.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come to think of it, life in the Navy wasn't so bad afterall. Minus the exercises, the inspections, the hectic and unfixed routines and stuffs, I probably would sign on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days I've spent in the Navy were one of the most fun times of my life. Life was simple. We had to worry about nothing, everything was almost fixed for us. A least there was something to look forward and yearn. Though sailings were dreaded, we would always look forward to the Sunday Routine (Naval term for off) after sailings. And if there were no sailings, we would hope for a Make and Mend (Naval term for 1/2 day). If we performed well for exercises, tests, inspections, etc... We were dually rewarded with more offs and other privileges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work now though not tough, it's not fun either. There really is nothing to look forward to at the end of the day. The only thing that's been keeping me going is "I got to get paid to pay for stuffs". Everything is so routinely fixed. So much so that it's boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsensical early morning rambles. It's raining; looks gloomy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4910306710127974334?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4910306710127974334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4910306710127974334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4910306710127974334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4910306710127974334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-to-think-of-it-life-in-navy-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-2117893753070417658</id><published>2009-09-01T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:47:47.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit happens; and today (31/08/09) happens to be the day when that stockpile of shit comes crumbling down on me. If I were anything normal, I probablly would have just killed myself. Somedays it just feels as though the one up there is pushing you to your limit. I'm glad I was able to pretend that nothing ever happened and just go with the flow. It makes you really tired swimming against the current. "Go with the flow" I say, even if it brings you to some place you've never been before. Eventually you'll find your way back. And at least you didn't drown; you are alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-2117893753070417658?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2117893753070417658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=2117893753070417658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2117893753070417658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2117893753070417658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/09/shit-happens-and-today-310809-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-8372751545833936570</id><published>2009-08-23T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:49:26.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted something but don't really know what to do with it after having it? And because you don't know how to handle it properly, you lose it as a result. Would it then be better if you didn't have it in the first place? I don't really know why but this question suddenly came to me while walking to amk mrt. Then I wondered hmmm... Spiderman maybe? Or maybe I'm just crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-8372751545833936570?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8372751545833936570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=8372751545833936570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8372751545833936570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8372751545833936570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-you-ever-wanted-something-but-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-2448744819619593219</id><published>2009-08-18T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:44:17.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you overpaid and underworked? Well, fret no more cos I’ve got good news for you. Come join me in my underpaid, underworked job. Alternatively, if you want to challenge yourselves, you may choose to take up the still vacant underpaid overworked position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-2448744819619593219?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2448744819619593219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=2448744819619593219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2448744819619593219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2448744819619593219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-overpaid-and-underworked-well.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-202182877613667051</id><published>2009-07-29T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:45:43.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been regretting ever since I said no on that day. If only I could turn back time I would have said yes instead. Maybe things would have been much different now. I'm sucha wuss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-202182877613667051?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/202182877613667051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=202182877613667051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/202182877613667051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/202182877613667051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-regretting-ever-since-ive-said.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4144334321732786865</id><published>2009-06-29T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:37:25.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>H1N1, it's spreading so fast! Why am I unworried? Probably because there's not much deaths yet. haha. My theory time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason why there's so many cases in sgp is because we are rich! Let me give you a good example. Say India. Why so few cases? because they are poor. To justify this, rich countries have the resources to identify and do tests in their labs. In poorer countries, what do people do when they get sick? They take their own medication, see their kampong doctor and recover without ever knowing if they've contracted H1N1. Until H1N1 evolves and become a real killer, we should never judge by the number of affected cases to determine that any country is unsafe or safe. Well that's my point of view anyway. Ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4144334321732786865?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4144334321732786865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4144334321732786865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4144334321732786865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4144334321732786865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/06/h1n1-its-spreading-so-fast-why-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-2398609739194131171</id><published>2009-05-13T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:41:32.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since someone requested to update, here's TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok forget about it i don't really have the inspiration to write anything. OK! This shall be the topic I'll blog about. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it clear, I only blog when I'm inspired and have the mood to. Some people blog about their daily life, some about God's teachings, some are photo blog, some lyrics blog, some random blogs, some emo blogs, some love blogs, etc. I think mine is classified under more of random life and thoughts blog more or less. I'll try to blog at least once a month, 3 at best. So yeah... That's about it. Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-2398609739194131171?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2398609739194131171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=2398609739194131171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2398609739194131171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2398609739194131171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-someone-requested-to-update-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-8577867903358952196</id><published>2009-05-13T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:46:15.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever since philip got himself a partner, suddenly everyone is asking me to find a gf. EVEN MY COUSIN WHO IS 6 YEAR MY JUNIOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! THE SLEEPING LION IS AWAKE! ROAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I've been thinking, there's a part of me that likes the freedom of being single, but yet at times when I see couples doing their lovey dovey stuffs, I envy them for being in love. The thing about being single is that as your friends get attached one by one, the sense of freedom tends to slowly turn into loneliness. I'm not trying to be emo or anything here but yeah it's true. Though the sense of loneliness is not overwhelming yet, but somehow, I can sense that it's building gradually. I guess eventually when my sec sch buddies get attached someday, I'll finally fall into desperation and start looking for anyone. This is not healthy. I just don't fancy the idea of looking for a partner just because one is desperate to find a soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It becomes something like this when one falls into dire desperation:&lt;br /&gt;Potential target 1 - 73% success rate (option 1)&lt;br /&gt;Potential target 2 - 66% success rate (option 2)&lt;br /&gt;Potential target 3 - 41% success rate (option 3)&lt;br /&gt;Strangers at clubs - 56% success rate (option 4)&lt;br /&gt;Despo gals at clubs - 84% success rate; 90% breakup rate (last resort)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If option 1 fails, go to option 2, if 2 fails, go to 3,  and so on and so forth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I hope I'll never fall into such desperation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-8577867903358952196?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8577867903358952196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=8577867903358952196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8577867903358952196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8577867903358952196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/05/ever-since-philip-got-himself-partner.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-5161197914802195559</id><published>2009-04-10T00:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:44:31.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Ever I Resign... IF...</title><content type='html'>If I ever plan on resigning, I will send this email to all my colleagues. In case I forget what I'm thankful for, here's the draft of what it'll look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kua,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I'll need to say thank you Kua very so much for imparting knowledge to me, nurturing an inexperienced chap to what I am now. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have these knowledge and experiences. Thank you for being the person that I look up to and aim to become in terms of skills and knowledge of equipments. Thank you very much 师父!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lee for being the senior that doesn't boss people around like everywhere else, even though this behaviour is quite apparent in most work places. Thank you for patiently guiding me along throughout my time here at SGH BME, it was most enriching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Leong,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were somewhat like BME's newborn twin staffs on our first day of work. Without you, it would have been much harder to adapt to the workplace. Thank you for the opportunity to learn together and being my unofficial "buddy" at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eva,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate your efforts put in to organise outings both with polymates and colleagues, I've enjoyed all of these gatherings and outings. Thank you very much. Just so you know, you make the perfect person to ensure that all of our friends are still friends. Come to think of it, the 十姐妹s wouldn't have it's status without you; keep up your good work. I think they need you to stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carol,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been extremely kind and helpful to everyone, in fact, one of the most kind and helpful person I've met. Thank you for your help, your friendship, your concern and your determination to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nghee Guan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thank you for providing the lazy me answers, notes, etc. Life in school would have been much harder without your help. As colleagues, though we're from different groups, you would always lend a helping hand when needed. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being the first person to invite weileong and me into your teabreak and lunch group. Thank you for making us feel comfortable at work when we were still new to the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haslina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thank you for sharing your experiences with users and vendors with us, these are valuable experiences that we can learn from. Thank you Haslina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boon Jin,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being the unofficial "leader" for most of our lunch-ings. It's not always easy to decide on where to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's somewhat inevitable to have politics, so thank you for not dismissing me even with all the politics around. I really value that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leong,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we didn't communicate much but I would still like to thank you for the things you've taught Nghee Guan. I can't help but overhear the things you taught him, through these teachings, I've learnt some things. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shelly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dispite being in another group, you would still guide us if we have any questions and problems. I really appreciated that. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the presentations you've prepared. The effort put in to prepare these slides was really admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Fenn,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Hui Fenn for recruiting me in to the Sharing Session. Although preparing for a presentation is always a hassle, however, it was a good practice to improve our presentation skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Goh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thank you for giving us new insights to the Friday presentations and ensuring that the session continued uninterrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoke,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always having to attend to our issues with RAMCO dispite it being so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It never really occured to me that if I am too close to a vendor, it's somewhat difficult to be strict with them, till you shared your views. Thank you for sharing your opinions with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heng,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being so humble towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liza &amp;amp; Seri,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thank you Liza &amp;amp; Seri for all the admin stuffs and looking ever so joyful evertime I see you.&lt;br /&gt;Just felt that both of you have to be thanked together =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I believe that BME LAB 2 would be in quite a mess. Thank you for keeping the lab neat and clarifying my doubts regarding POs, DOs, invoices, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Lim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thank you Mr Lim for your angbaos every CNY, I really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Cheong,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, thank you Mr Cheong for the opportunity you gave me to work in BME and with all these wonderful colleagues/friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a wonderful experience working with all of you. THANK YOU all for the wonderful experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-5161197914802195559?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5161197914802195559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=5161197914802195559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5161197914802195559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5161197914802195559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-ever-i-resign-if.html' title='If Ever I Resign... IF...'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-8731886183250026297</id><published>2009-04-08T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:14:08.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Imperfections</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-8731886183250026297?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8731886183250026297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=8731886183250026297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8731886183250026297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8731886183250026297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='The Perfect Imperfections'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-6832302960698984308</id><published>2009-04-05T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:30:12.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;img height="574" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/R/storage/site1/files/85/60/62/856062_3856565a1b8d94ctm7kl29.JPG" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty eh! HAhahahHa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-6832302960698984308?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6832302960698984308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=6832302960698984308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6832302960698984308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6832302960698984308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/04/myheritage-free-family-trees-genealogy.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4426062842479353378</id><published>2009-03-01T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:43:02.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms 101</title><content type='html'>Randomness. You know what I feel like doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shouting until my head explodes. I can't do it under my pillow cos it'll leave a mess of brain paste all over the bed. I can't do it in my toilet cos the neighbours will come knocking at the door and kpkb. There's really not much places that is left except this under-used blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHHAHRRHGHAAHRGHARGHAHHHHAAA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPLAT! (head explodes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just bored. Don't bother. This Linear Systems Analysis &amp;amp; Design is really giving me a bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten use to the regimental routine of waking up, going to work, going to sch if there are classes. Although simple and boring but I think I like it; less the exams, quizes and assignments of course. Sometimes I can't help but wonder if I'm so easily satisfied, why put myself through so much troubles to get a degree? And I've been thinking... Quite a lot actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a month or two ago, the answer came to me. Not so much of getting a certificate (to me it's just another piece of paper that gives you an additional $100 everymonth) but more of why I need school. I realised that I'm always getting the "Monday Blues" before starting my first semester. Work feels like shit; shitting time feels more enjoyable. Everything started to change after classes commence. School kinda made me aim for something. It made Junes and Decembers actually worth yearning for. It made me appreciate the non-schooling days even more. It made me value the time I have with my friends. Can't really say that I like school, but I can safely say that school is rather good in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT studying still SUX! Fuck the quiz! I give up. Muahahahahhah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4426062842479353378?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4426062842479353378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4426062842479353378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4426062842479353378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4426062842479353378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-what-i-feel-like-doing-i-feel.html' title='Randoms 101'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-696224260812122469</id><published>2009-02-11T09:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:53:15.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While waiting for the soldering iron,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I might have a terrorist mind. Everytime a race "I" stands near me on the train, I'll have this killing intent. This same intent is also present when watching national "C" talk or behave. I really hate them quite a lot. Is this natural?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MRT seat snatchers", "MRT door bodyguards", "MRT priority seat hoggers", "MRT pole leaners", "Crowded MRT newspaper readers", "MRT turn-a-blind-eye-old-folks/pregnant ladies", "MRT loud talkers", "MRT mp3 blasters" - ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Singaporeans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The-Day-to-Make-Singles-Feel-More-Single-Than-Ever Day is coming (14th Feb). Haaha. Ok going for break now cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-696224260812122469?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/696224260812122469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=696224260812122469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/696224260812122469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/696224260812122469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2009/02/while-waiting-for-soldering-iron-think.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-5931049832763349143</id><published>2008-10-25T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:33:47.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having thoughts of giving up studies. Not that I'm unable to cope, but more of just don't feel like studying anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. I dunno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-5931049832763349143?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5931049832763349143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=5931049832763349143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5931049832763349143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5931049832763349143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/10/having-thoughts-of-giving-up-studies.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-1317077435750885996</id><published>2008-09-25T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:53:24.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout. Didn't mind that backgroundless but I accidentally clicked on this template and it can't be undone. So yeah, here's something effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last night I got carped at by my dad. It probably was a misunderstanding. Then again, I can't be bothered to argue or talk it out with him. To be honest, I'm beginning to not want to talk to him. Most of the replies now are just plain 1 or 2 word answers. That way, conversations never lasted more than 5 minutes. At the end of the phone conversation, I can't help but ask this question in my head: "So, what have you been doing dad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-1317077435750885996?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1317077435750885996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=1317077435750885996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1317077435750885996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1317077435750885996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-2289811852932505444</id><published>2008-09-06T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:08:42.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels weird to be in this situation. I know of something which should have been left where it had been and now it kinda bothers me. Crap, it's hard to phrase it such that no one but me will understand what I'm trying to say. Forget about it... I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some things are better left unknown" now I can relate to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-2289811852932505444?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2289811852932505444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=2289811852932505444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2289811852932505444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2289811852932505444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-feels-weird-to-be-in-this-situation.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-3412745767303834680</id><published>2008-08-26T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:17:35.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would you do if u were asked to give an honest opinion?&lt;br /&gt;a) Give a no holds barred opinion knowing that it'll hurt that person.&lt;br /&gt;b) Lie.&lt;br /&gt;c) Mix of lies and truth so that it won't hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe most of your answers should fall in the "c" category or somewhere close. But have you wondered why that person asked you, of all person to give the honest opinion? By coming to you, and asking this question, he/she should have already been prepared for the worst. That person came to learn the truth and knows that you will provide him/her the answer. It's not easy, but sometimes helping a person could also mean hurting that same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why or how the hell I came up with this. It just occured to me on one of the sleepless nights. Just would like to share my point of view if anyone encounters this hard-to-handle question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-3412745767303834680?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3412745767303834680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=3412745767303834680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3412745767303834680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3412745767303834680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-would-you-do-if-u-were-asked-to.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-5526985020317699659</id><published>2008-08-20T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:47:52.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thing I am concerned is not really about the amount of ERPs but more of what is the limit of the number of gantries there will be. If the answer is "until the traffic situation in Singapore improves" then I will definitely not be satisfied with it. However if the government is willing to give a definite reply as to the number of gantries there will eventually be and the amount that they will be charging, then probably this would be a better answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given this limit, the government will not be able to plant gantries as and when they like to "improve the traffic conditions". I believe in this way, they will be more responsible in making decisions as to where a gantry is really needed because once these gantries are up and running, they will probably be there for a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As PM Lee said on his rally speech that compared to 2000, it's more affordable to own a car now. How about comparing to 2001, 2002... and so on? Figures are still figures, they can be manupilated in the direction you want it to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With utmost respect to the ministers of Singapore, they have done a good job in maintaining Singapore's economic stability. Men will never be satisfied and it's in their blood to be cynical. In my opinion, the ERP is not the best solution to traffic density. There are definitely better ways to control the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owning a car in Singapore is costly and will continue to rise in the future. Ultimately, the public will have to make a wise decision if they'd want to add another financial burden to the rising costs of living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-5526985020317699659?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5526985020317699659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=5526985020317699659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5526985020317699659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5526985020317699659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/08/thing-i-am-concerned-is-not-really.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-7201421860506501884</id><published>2008-08-01T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:17:40.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying to adapt living in a new environment at AngMoKio. Life's been busy. With work, school and moving. All in all, everything is still going smoothly. Let's just say "at least for now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's lunar 7th month again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeah..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the first day and I'm feeling the effects of the smoke in the throat and nose; it sux totally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-7201421860506501884?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7201421860506501884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=7201421860506501884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7201421860506501884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7201421860506501884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/08/trying-to-adapt-living-in-new.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-8971127555499221209</id><published>2008-06-21T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:51:21.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have to admit that I'm not a very religious person. All I can say is one upon a time when I was young, I went to the church religiously. Remembered vividly that I asked the pastor why did God make people suffer and do nothing about it. Couldn't recall what answer he gave me. Probably it didn't seem logical to me. Today, I came across this "answer" while randomly browsing some webby which struck me as the better answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"On the street I saw a small girl cold and shivering in a thin dress, with little hope of a decent meal. I became angry and said to God: 'Why did you permit this? Why don't you do something about it?' For awhile God said nothing. That night he replied, quite suddenly: 'I certainly did something about it. I made you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-8971127555499221209?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8971127555499221209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=8971127555499221209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8971127555499221209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8971127555499221209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-to-admit-that-im-not-very.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4415675834421726330</id><published>2008-06-11T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T01:06:59.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Food... I... need.. food... Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed with an empty stomach feels really horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love with "Dawn". I know not who she is nor what she looks like. I just love the name very much. Don't ask me why cos I have no clue either. Haha. May be due to the Dawn I met while temp-ing at SigmaAldrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, todays entry is not about food, neither is it about "Dawn". It's about moving and starting school after a 3yr break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in my family seem to be taking this moving house thinggy in a relaxed manner. All our stuffs are still unpacked. The only signs that show we are moving are the 4 or 5 cardbox boxes that I can't really remember where they are. I've got a bad feeling that eventually when it's time to move, the family will be in some sort of a turmoil. Well maybe not so bad, perhaps "disorder" is a better word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, the school fees is more expensive that I thought it'd be. Haha. During this period of disarray, I'll be embarking on a long and tedious 3 yrs (hopefully) journey with uniSIM. It won't be easy. I know. Good luck. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4415675834421726330?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4415675834421726330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4415675834421726330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4415675834421726330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4415675834421726330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/06/food.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-5487497303822707281</id><published>2008-05-24T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:12:34.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Men Vs. Women (funny shit)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="142" width="170"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuMZ73mT5zM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuMZ73mT5zM&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="170" height="142"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-5487497303822707281?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5487497303822707281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=5487497303822707281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5487497303822707281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5487497303822707281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/men-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-7321297950262293011</id><published>2008-05-20T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:30:32.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is way better than the original. Tell me if you want the mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say piracy is a crime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say piracy is a crime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="170" width="142"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Js9mQw5nQ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Js9mQw5nQ4&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="170" height="142"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-7321297950262293011?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7321297950262293011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=7321297950262293011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7321297950262293011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7321297950262293011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-way-better-than-original.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-853209327596227138</id><published>2008-04-15T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:04:59.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm totally freaked out now that I've watched and read up about wisdom tooth extraction. Gonna get mine done today 9.30am. It's not so much of the process that I fear but more of the aftermath of it cause I'm prolly gonna be sedated and stuffs, won't feel too much pain. Nightmare starts setting in when the anaesthetic begins to wear off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure, It's definitely gonna be a painful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna get yours done, here's a video that'll crack you up. Lighten some of your worries. Well at least it did mine. (Note: don't bother watching others cause they'll incur more harm than good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=yHhvKpXN8EI"&gt;Day 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=AIOF0AVTxAs"&gt;Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=e27tpvhNZZk"&gt;Day 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=1mOVs8jT8eQ"&gt;Day 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of dentists, more so than doctors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know...&lt;br /&gt;That dentists can also be a serial killer?&lt;br /&gt;That dentists drill holes in your teeth and use cement to cover them up?&lt;br /&gt;That dentists might be wolves under their masks?&lt;br /&gt;Dentists can extract their own teeths?&lt;br /&gt;They don't really have the cleanest sets of teeths?&lt;br /&gt;Dentists have bad breath?&lt;br /&gt;That dentists wear dentures too?&lt;br /&gt;That dentists have 23 sets of wisdom teeth cause they are too clever?&lt;br /&gt;They can pull out all their teeth in 15secs?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sry. I can't sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-853209327596227138?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/853209327596227138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=853209327596227138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/853209327596227138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/853209327596227138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-totally-freaked-out-now-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4282524325634179362</id><published>2008-04-08T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:39:04.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After much consideration, I've decided to not decide anything and let nature take it's course. Do what it feels right, feel what I've done right. That's the way it shall be, that's the way it will be. The more I think about it the more questions arise, in the end it just amounts to nothing. Nothing is certainly not the result I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoadOfCrap days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4282524325634179362?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4282524325634179362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4282524325634179362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4282524325634179362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4282524325634179362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/after-much-consideration-ive-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-2944432419222526854</id><published>2008-03-17T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:07:53.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The little things that piss me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When entering the lift and finding that all the levels are pressed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone infront takes a freaking long time at the ATM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people don't give their seats to old people standing infront of them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receiving 2 or 3 consecutive calls from someone that dialed the wrong number&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People squeezing into trains without first letting others alight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking around Little India area on Sats, Suns &amp;amp; PH&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lateness of more than 45mins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receiving nonsensical SMSes or calls in the middle of the night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing DotA with noobs in my team&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People blasting their mp3s with hp in trains &amp;amp; buses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't really think of anymore now. Will prolly update it when there's more and when I feel like it. Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-2944432419222526854?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2944432419222526854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=2944432419222526854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2944432419222526854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2944432419222526854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-things-that-piss-me-off-when.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-8353284666246165962</id><published>2008-03-13T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:23:02.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rain rain rain. So sian sian sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-8353284666246165962?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8353284666246165962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=8353284666246165962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8353284666246165962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8353284666246165962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/rain-rain-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-7734330213437181063</id><published>2008-02-29T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T00:25:49.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mixed feelings. Nothing good in the mixture. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-7734330213437181063?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7734330213437181063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=7734330213437181063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7734330213437181063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7734330213437181063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/mixed-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-8812257916420451108</id><published>2008-02-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:55:15.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brain, the way mine works, heh, deplorable. Ideas generates only when I lay comfortably on the bed ready to fall asleep. If I were to pen down all the thoughts, they'd probably be the wisest bunch of stuffs I could say to anyone. I've thought about many topics to blog about during these nights but each time I woke up the next morning, sitting infront of the computer trying hard to recall what was the main essence of the topic, I couldn't remember. Not a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "Kira" person that's spreading the pictures of you-know-who is really out to ruin their lives. I mean like, it's enough to just leak a few, let the fans and people know that's they are not as innocent as they seem and claim to be. But he (my gut tells me it's a he, logically he should be a he too) keeps on going at it. I'm actually starting to pity the victims, not because their photos were leaked but because "Kira" keeps rubbing more salt on the wounds. As if that is not enough, he cuts a few more and pours acid onto it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-8812257916420451108?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8812257916420451108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=8812257916420451108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8812257916420451108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8812257916420451108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/brain-way-mine-works-heh-deplorable.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-2925406143254839438</id><published>2008-02-04T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:57:38.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've "Angel-ed", have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artist: Corrinne May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Album: Safe in a Crazy World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Title: Angel in Disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke up this morning feeling kind of blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I stumbled out of bed&lt;br /&gt;and dragged my feet across the room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right outside my front door was a rose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a note that said 'Somebody Loves You'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But out on the street it starts to pour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and before I get soaking wet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A total stranger runs to give me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the jacket off his back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I turn around to thank him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But he waves me with a smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can hardly believe my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He puts on a halo and starts to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a look at the ordinary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't need to look for Paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could be next to an angel in disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I met a good friend for lunch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we had a delicious meal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I forgot to bring my wallet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt like an imbecile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she was sweet, she gave me a treat and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bought me a chicken sandwich&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To take home for tea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But out on the street with nothing to eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man and his shopping cart go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Travelling to places,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Collecting social graces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give him my sandwich&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we chatter for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see a rainbow wash over his eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gives me his halo and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I start to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a look at the ordinary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't need to look for Paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could be next to an angel in disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't try to hide away from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a look at the ordinary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't need to look for Paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could be next to an angel in disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday can be legendary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every minute, an endless surprise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could be the next angel in disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke up this morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling kind of new.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-2925406143254839438?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2925406143254839438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=2925406143254839438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2925406143254839438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2925406143254839438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-angel-ed-have-you-artist-corrinne.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-7008028148060081903</id><published>2008-01-29T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:42:14.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HVNo6eBPY2Q/R59JL57D77I/AAAAAAAAABM/gDt2t2QG2Tk/s1600-h/oakley-medusa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160924166865809330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HVNo6eBPY2Q/R59JL57D77I/AAAAAAAAABM/gDt2t2QG2Tk/s200/oakley-medusa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy headgear. The "Oakley-Medusa"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-7008028148060081903?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7008028148060081903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=7008028148060081903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7008028148060081903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/7008028148060081903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/crazy-headgear.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HVNo6eBPY2Q/R59JL57D77I/AAAAAAAAABM/gDt2t2QG2Tk/s72-c/oakley-medusa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-6009040803700881239</id><published>2008-01-28T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:22:08.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ENOUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Enough of your nonsense. Enough of your lies. Trust, you say it as though it's God-given. No, it's not, for the millionth time. Trust is to be earned. The more you lose it, the harder it is for you to earn it back, period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-6009040803700881239?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6009040803700881239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=6009040803700881239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6009040803700881239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/6009040803700881239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-had-enough-enough-of-your-nonsense.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-2221268180346189380</id><published>2008-01-25T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:48:36.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, and it's filled with people who are filled with shit! And the vermin of the world inhabit it!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the up and coming musical "Sweeney Todd"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-2221268180346189380?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2221268180346189380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=2221268180346189380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2221268180346189380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2221268180346189380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/theres-hole-in-world-like-great-black.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-785438088665946788</id><published>2008-01-17T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:43:34.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Needs VS Wants - Who will triumph? Find out in this 3-round PlayerWithMostWinsWins epic battle below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 1... FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;(Wants won! Needs didn't stand a chance.)&lt;br /&gt;Round 2... FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;(Needs was battered but emerged victorious!)&lt;br /&gt;Final Round... FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;(KO! Wants emerged victorious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this problem of "Needs VS Wants". Not willing to spend on things that I actually need but splurge on things that I want. Maybe I should give Needs some steroids and spike Wants' drinks with estrogen pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most cough medicines makes you drowsy so you can't really take them in the day when ur working. Unless your work is a lab rat for researchers to research on sleep patterens. My method is to take them before going to bed so that the effect of the drug only kicks in when ur soundly asleep. But the thing is, you'll feel restless the next day. Very much like the not-enough-sleep sensation. The healing process of my cough have been a long and tiring one. Not ended but ending... hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-785438088665946788?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/785438088665946788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=785438088665946788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/785438088665946788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/785438088665946788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/needs-vs-wants-who-will-triumph-find.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-2060740520162288378</id><published>2008-01-13T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T02:14:12.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been having headaches this entire day. Low blood pressure maybe? Feeling like a 53yr old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on Nigel, get your ass up and do some exercises." This is probably the 32nd time I'm telling myself to exercise but the ass just won't budge. It's like my brain and ass are in some sort of conflict, they never conform with each other. Repeating this to myself didn't work. Here's to the blog: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Come on Nigel, get your ass up and start doing some exercises!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-2060740520162288378?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2060740520162288378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=2060740520162288378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2060740520162288378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2060740520162288378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/been-having-headaches-this-entire-day.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-1662765360208170229</id><published>2008-01-08T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:37:36.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HVNo6eBPY2Q/R4OKcWBqY9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KQC6_-wETow/s1600-h/P1010320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HVNo6eBPY2Q/R4OKcWBqY9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KQC6_-wETow/s200/P1010320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153114618195502034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my colleagues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-1662765360208170229?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1662765360208170229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=1662765360208170229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1662765360208170229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1662765360208170229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-of-my-colleagues.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HVNo6eBPY2Q/R4OKcWBqY9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KQC6_-wETow/s72-c/P1010320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-1910825802732968387</id><published>2008-01-07T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:00:22.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Flu</title><content type='html'>On a lighter note, maybe it's not so bad to lose my sense of smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't smell anyone with BO. By 'Anyone' i don't mean Indians, just, 'Anyone' in general. Cigarettes? Haven't been able to detect any since my "Disability".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... Who am I kidding?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any longer and I swear I'll go crazy. It's been almost 1 full week of having to eat food that tastes dull and boring, eating becomes just another chore to replenish life's fuel. Miss the times when I can savor the wonderful mix of flavours. For now it has been only Sweet, Sour, Bitter, Salty, Spicy these 5 basic tastes.&lt;br /&gt;Coke =  Carbonated water + white sugar&lt;br /&gt;Lor Mee with vinegar = Sour noodle&lt;br /&gt;Iced Coffee = Bitter water + white sugar&lt;br /&gt;U get the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medications didn't work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the next approach...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;GOD, SAVE ME PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-1910825802732968387?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1910825802732968387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=1910825802732968387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1910825802732968387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/1910825802732968387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/fuck-flu.html' title='Fuck Flu'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-2439500844534280</id><published>2008-01-04T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:16:36.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tastelessness. Scentlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best foods out there taste the same. Reduced to eating ChickenRice. "What's the difference?" I asked myself before buying the No.1 most avoided common dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of working in a illness-prone environment plus chronic lack of exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-2439500844534280?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2439500844534280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=2439500844534280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2439500844534280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2439500844534280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/tastelessness.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-233520743508114900</id><published>2008-01-02T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:02:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008! I have my Doubts...</title><content type='html'>What an "Exciting" way to kick start 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up came MrSoSoreThroat&lt;br /&gt;Closely behind is first runner up BlockedNoseFluMan&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least TheMildFever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.01.2008 Spent resting in bed watching TV. Fculk (The sound of fuck when it comes out of a person having blocked nose and sore throat).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-233520743508114900?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/233520743508114900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=233520743508114900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/233520743508114900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/233520743508114900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-i-have-my-doubts.html' title='2008! I have my Doubts...'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-8644136213531058911</id><published>2007-12-30T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T01:37:49.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song rocks. For now at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="170" height="142"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2m0wDCcABQk&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2m0wDCcABQk&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="170" height="142"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-8644136213531058911?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8644136213531058911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=8644136213531058911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8644136213531058911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8644136213531058911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-song-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4049411458034880847</id><published>2007-12-26T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T08:30:16.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ASHLAND, Ore. - Even in death, Chet Fitch is a card. Fitch, known for his sense of humor, died in October at age 88 but gave his friends and family a start recently: Christmas cards, 34 of them, began arriving — written in his hand with a return address of "Heaven."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The greeting read: "I asked Big Guy if I could sneak back and send some cards. At first he said no; but at my insistence he finally said, 'Oh well, what the heaven, go ahead but don't (tarry) there.' Wish I could tell you about things here but words cannot explain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Better get back as Big Guy said he stretched a point to let me in the first time, so I had better not press my luck. I'll probably be seeing you (some sooner than you think). Wishing you a very Merry Christmas. Chet Fitch"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend for nearly 25 years, Debbie Hansen Bernard said, "All I could think was, 'You little stinker.'"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It was amazing," she said. "Just so Chet, always wanting to get the last laugh."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mailing was a joke Fitch worked on for two decades with his barber, Patty Dean, 57. She told the Ashland Daily Tidings this week that he kept updating the mailing list and giving her extra money when postal rates went up. This fall, she said, Fitch looked up to her from the chair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You must be getting tired of waiting to mail those cards," he told her. "I think you'll probably be able to mail them this year."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He died a week later."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from Yahoo News.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4049411458034880847?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4049411458034880847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4049411458034880847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4049411458034880847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4049411458034880847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-so-cool-ashland-ore.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-4537373772522884065</id><published>2007-12-24T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:26:45.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though it was just a fraction of a minute, you made my dream, the only significant event I could recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thanks for the Memories"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-4537373772522884065?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4537373772522884065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=4537373772522884065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4537373772522884065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/4537373772522884065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/even-though-it-was-just-fraction-of.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-5941927891119832430</id><published>2007-12-19T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:37:30.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HVNo6eBPY2Q/R2if_hBozDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5Jd0Vh4rLhY/s1600-h/00516_deletedimages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145538487816604722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HVNo6eBPY2Q/R2if_hBozDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5Jd0Vh4rLhY/s320/00516_deletedimages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HVNo6eBPY2Q/R2if1xBozCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dWBFrWTfPsg/s1600-h/00443_deletedimages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145538320312880162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HVNo6eBPY2Q/R2if1xBozCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dWBFrWTfPsg/s320/00443_deletedimages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-5941927891119832430?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5941927891119832430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=5941927891119832430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5941927891119832430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/5941927891119832430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/bored-at-work.html' title='Bored at Work'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HVNo6eBPY2Q/R2if_hBozDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5Jd0Vh4rLhY/s72-c/00516_deletedimages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-8770192406087359135</id><published>2007-09-27T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:04:46.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;UPGRADE FROM BOYFRIEND TO HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear IT Support,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a&lt;br /&gt;slow down in the overall performance, particularly in the flower, gifts&lt;br /&gt;and jewellery applications that had operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Husband 1.0 un-installed many other valuable programs,&lt;br /&gt;such as Romance 9.5&lt;br /&gt;and Personal Attention 6.5, but installed undesirable programs such&lt;br /&gt;as Formula One 5.0,&lt;br /&gt;NBA 3.0 and World Cup 2.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Conversation 8.0 no longer runs and House Cleaning 2.6 simply&lt;br /&gt;crashes the system.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Housewife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Desperate Housewife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First keep in mind:&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend 5.0 is an entertainment package, while Husband 1.0 is an&lt;br /&gt;operating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try entering the command C:\ I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME and download Tears&lt;br /&gt;6.2 to install Guilt 3.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the&lt;br /&gt;applications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember, overuse can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence&lt;br /&gt;2.5,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hour 7.0 or Late Night Teh Tarik 6.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Night 6.1 is a very bad program that will create SnoringLoudly.wav&lt;br /&gt;files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-Law 1.0 or reinstall&lt;br /&gt;another Boyfriend program.&lt;br /&gt;These are not supported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have a limited&lt;br /&gt;memory and cannot learn new applications quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might consider additional software to improve memory and performance.&lt;br /&gt;I personally recommend Hot Tasty Food 3.0 and Tongkat Ali 6.9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck,&lt;br /&gt;IT Support&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-8770192406087359135?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8770192406087359135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=8770192406087359135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8770192406087359135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/8770192406087359135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-crap.html' title='Funny crap'/><author><name>|\| ! G E |_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269184863953623367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12577156.post-3015741254644543658</id><published>2007-09-18T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:57:28.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally had enough of lazing around. Time to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate crappy films? Having to spend money and time going to the theatres watching some boring films when programs from Kids Central would be so much better. That sucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... But there's a solution to this! You can download the movies for free. This way, you don't have to spend any money on crappy films. Not that I'm advertising piracy but crappy films are really getting on my nerves lately. If you've watched The Last Legion you'd share my sentiments. This film was available for download like 4 months ago? In DVD format, mind you. Think I've watched it in the theatres, no, you're wrong. It was such bad crap that downloading it in the first place pissed me off. Waste of power, bandwidth and time watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about movies, someone practically extirpated 100GB of my life! Comprising of 60GB of movies, 20GB of mp3s and 20GB of Family Guy. I shan't write about this anymore. The more I think about it, the more I wanna KILL that SOAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-3015741254644543658?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3015741254644543658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=3015741254644543658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3015741254644543658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/3015741254644543658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-had-enough-of-lazing-around.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! 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Remember to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what you have learnt inside that small note book of yours and keep the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s safe from water, rain and mud. It would be a waste of efforts if your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s were destroyed or lost. You might also want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; some nice songs from the radio using a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;er. Ah... in order to do&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; you'll have to have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;er in your bunk. Choose the cheapest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;er as your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;er might get damaged or stolen in camps. You'll never know. The person sleeping beside you might just be a professional &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;er stealer. Now you don't want your expensive &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;er to be stolen, do you? MuAahAh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mean... Who cares? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 最大! Officer 都不给面子!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12577156-2332527138551957018?l=livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2332527138551957018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12577156&amp;postID=2332527138551957018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2332527138551957018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12577156/posts/default/2332527138551957018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbythemoonlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/gonna-miss-my-days-in-navy-crew-of-rss.html' title=''/><author><name>|\| ! 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