<?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-29578597</id><updated>2011-04-30T06:35:20.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long vacation</title><subtitle type='html'>Story Of My Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578597.post-8688164486284984930</id><published>2007-02-28T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T11:04:44.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>renewal of my soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi i am finally back, back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;, today the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day since i arrive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Perth&lt;/span&gt;. Ha... really felt like a dream, a moment i was still in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; and now i am sitting in front of my com like usual, as if i never left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But still i think this trip was a fruitful one, at least i am more or less back to my normal self, though i still feel kinda insecure maybe cause i still cant find my direction for now but at least I feel more recharged, both mentally and physically. "she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;"-- "she" to give up, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;" to gain something. To gain, sometime have to give up something, i guess cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; stubbornly cling on to their past and they missed out on better stuff that passes them. Gone with the gloomy days, in with the sunshine, lol.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; somehow i wish i could have spend more time with my little brothers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;godma&lt;/span&gt; but its a pity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; they are busy during my visit there. But i think we will have more time together the next time i visit them, i am very sure... Another 4 more days and it will be rushing again. Gosh i wonder whats await....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-8688164486284984930?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8688164486284984930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=8688164486284984930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/8688164486284984930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/8688164486284984930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2007/02/renewal-of-my-soul.html' title='renewal of my soul'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-5290136888365924891</id><published>2007-01-25T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:34:52.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when one stuggle to place his feelings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was once a boy , just like any other boy, enjoyed his school , enjoy having friends. Everything was fine,  i guess he was truly happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But never did he thought that things will change, and so it happened when his parent told him about their plan to live somewhere "better". From that day onwards, his life change,  day spent studying seems pointless to him , time spent with friends seems meaningless to him. He put on his smile in school everyday, as usual aways tried silly things to create laughter. But no one really know how he felt and why he behave erratically at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He tried so hard to be optimistic everyday , thinking that one day his parent might just forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; the idea of moving, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; how he pull through the rest of his school days. But as days draws near , it seems moving was inevitable. He felt devastated, still he has not lose hope, he tried to convince his parents hoping they might just change their decision but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; as much as he can do , in the end  he is still a helpless boy who surrender to his fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overtime this emotion accumulate within him , he never told anyone because he think no one could understand how he feel, subconsciously , this feeling turns into hatred even though he know should not feel this way but cant control his emotion and hated his parents for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; him through this .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now the boy has grown a little and could understand his parent's decision, but that feeling still stay within him , there is no one he can blame and he din one to blame anyone either, but he still not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt; that things have to come like this. He just cant accept himself to submit to his own fate.... He don't know where to put his feeling anymore. For now he can only put on a smile, and tell himself he is happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-5290136888365924891?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5290136888365924891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=5290136888365924891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/5290136888365924891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/5290136888365924891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-one-stuggle-to-place-his-feelings.html' title='when one stuggle to place his feelings...'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-2327008135325219449</id><published>2007-01-12T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:43:58.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the heart dies........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things tt i brought  upon myself. This exact same feeling , cold , heavy and stinging feeling, as if the heart been wrenched. How silly and pathetic can one get, i guess i never learned the lesson. This feel just shit.... just like last time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My blog ends here.... too tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-2327008135325219449?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2327008135325219449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=2327008135325219449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/2327008135325219449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/2327008135325219449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-heart-dies.html' title='when the heart dies........'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-3312448140770880677</id><published>2006-12-31T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:23:38.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Just Like Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 more hours to year 2007, time sure move fast, or is it me that still choose to lag behind time. Nothing special here though other than few tv movies and the count down show, i dun think there is much to do. So i will just do the blog for these week, before i do some revision or reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So highlight for the week-"fishing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLohHwkycQc/RZfBSrucPtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/spvUwcvrsog/s1600-h/P1050005.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014689236819656402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLohHwkycQc/RZfBSrucPtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/spvUwcvrsog/s320/P1050005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup i went fishing with my dad and his friend, never tried fishing so when they decided to go for a fishing trip i tag along. At first i would thought it would be boring and its activities for oldies, but after getting my hands on experince i realise tt not the fish got hook,but me got hook by fishing. Just like how ppl tune cars for hobbies, fishing has different setting as well, different fishes uses different lure,bait, hook and technique. Learning to tie the knot wasnt much a pain because i am familiar with them during scouting days, what really challenge me is catching the right fish i want, i always end up hooking a "blow-fish" (those tt bloat up like balloon with spikes)Anyway it was fun learning something new, i think its a good bonding activity together with family and friends. Its nice for me even if i were to fish alone, the scenery is beautiful , its just so peaceful. Well i am still a amatuer now, but i would look forward to more fishing trips and maybe i might be able to catch better fishes next time. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLohHwkycQc/RZfGFbucPyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/byZdpQt5xaQ/s320/P1050013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLohHwkycQc/RZfBSrucPtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/spvUwcvrsog/s1600-h/P1050005.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/29578597-3312448140770880677?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3312448140770880677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=3312448140770880677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/3312448140770880677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/3312448140770880677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-year-just-like-another-day.html' title='Another Year Just Like Another Day'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_BLohHwkycQc/RZfBSrucPtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/spvUwcvrsog/s72-c/P1050005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578597.post-116714385085582421</id><published>2006-12-26T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:37:30.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chistmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Santa just brought us a hot summer this Christmas. Its just too hot to go anywhere , especially in the afternoon. But i had join my parents for a gathering with other singapore family. Most of them know us through dads restaurant, few through mums church. So not too bad get to know more ppl, have some food by the swan river, pretty nice view. I think tts the kind of live ppl talkin abt when they wanted to come here. They would say live is just diff here , you have more variety of recreation here, some say singapore too bored too restricted... i dunno ... i dont even know where i belong to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway after we finish everything, most went back home. So tts how i had my christmas, simple and easy . And tomorrow i am going fishing with one of dads friend. Hope i would get something ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4649/3154/1600/539953/Photo-0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4649/3154/320/740331/Photo-0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very hot in the noon , dad taking cover under shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4649/3154/1600/626063/Photo-0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4649/3154/320/575582/Photo-0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunset view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4649/3154/1600/153350/Photo-0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4649/3154/320/753485/Photo-0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the jetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4649/3154/1600/118287/Photo-0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4649/3154/320/358518/Photo-0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at fremantle port&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4649/3154/1600/438318/Photo-0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4649/3154/320/921484/Photo-0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night time at fremantle port fishing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-116714385085582421?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116714385085582421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=116714385085582421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116714385085582421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116714385085582421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/12/chistmas.html' title='Chistmas'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-116670746988989075</id><published>2006-12-21T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:24:29.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday started</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally the mid holiday started, i can stop goin to uni for 2 weeks. Haiz but still not time for me to relax, i reckon this holiday is meant for the lecturers . Cause straight after the break i will have a series of test, then the following week will be my exam, oh great i love exams,just kidding! Anyway Christmas approaching soon, i think it will be different without "them", well either way its fine for me, i seldom celebrate christmas anyway. (trying to console myself, lol) Cant wait to go back to see ppl in Singapore again, even if its for a short while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Btw i heard the movie " Eragon" is coming out soon. I hope its gonna be a great movie, cause i have read the the books and its really gd in story . I reckon its somewhere close to "Lord Of The Rings", but not sure how it will come out on the movie. I had read the "Chronicles Of Narnia" and watch the movie but was pretty much a let down. Anyway if there is  a movie you gonna watch this christmas, try "Eragon" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well also i know i have not been loading up some photos of myself, by request of ppl, gee... i never know i am so popular. But sorry you just have to wait to see me live when i am come back lol. Really i think have put on some weight from mugging, also its hard when your dad operates a resteraunt and you work there, eat there...... really i am not giving excuse..... Well i guess i will need to go on some serious intensive training routine to burn of those extra kgs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alright i will stop here for now, wish everyone a Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-116670746988989075?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116670746988989075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=116670746988989075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116670746988989075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116670746988989075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-started.html' title='Holiday started'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-116576399168215603</id><published>2006-12-10T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:19:51.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and tired of this world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So tired now after finish my assigments, its kinda suck this month . Dads helper went back for holiday tt means i will have to go down to help at night, but night time is when i can do my studies most efficiently, dunno why but i just get use to tt timing..... Anyway i am darn tired to continue this blog entry , will try to do a better one another time, now i need to get some sleep , take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-116576399168215603?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116576399168215603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=116576399168215603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116576399168215603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116576399168215603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/12/sick-and-tired-of-this-world.html' title='Sick and tired of this world'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-116498382191124215</id><published>2006-12-01T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:37:02.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lousy entry made</title><content type='html'>yesterday's entry was crapped, it wasnt done properly. I dun even know i wrote those i think i was already half asleep when blogging , anyway i will just leave it like tt. Here a song tt i express myself, by Goo Goo Dolls, Enjoy needa get back to studies cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;and sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-116498382191124215?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116498382191124215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=116498382191124215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116498382191124215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116498382191124215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/12/lousy-entry-made.html' title='lousy entry made'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-116490607644271383</id><published>2006-11-30T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:01:16.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a break...</title><content type='html'>I can now at least get a little more rest than usual , its feels good when you finish what you needa do. But of course it never stops here, work always seems to be infinite, now i finish all my mid test, next week i having another written test on legal framework... -_-" , very tiring indeed and debbie going back singapore, that means i will have to help my parents work at IGA and do my normal studies, its gonna be long month this december. Here are some of my classmates on the day of test .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4649/3154/1600/893541/Photo-0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4649/3154/320/955086/Photo-0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irene and eva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4649/3154/1600/483523/Photo-0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4649/3154/320/217599/Photo-0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adelinw and eric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-116490607644271383?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116490607644271383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=116490607644271383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116490607644271383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116490607644271383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/11/give-me-break.html' title='Give me a break...'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-116455407376293443</id><published>2006-11-26T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:14:34.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>arrghh i wish tomorrow will past by quickly, its gonna be a long day for me. i revise whole afternoon just finish one unit , still got one more to go and tomorrow is the semester test. but i think i can revise the rest tomorrow mornign since accounting isnt so hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw if anyone of you think the time here the same as in singapore, it will not be the case  on december, the govt applying "daylight saving" policy here. yeah tts right , you are not hearing wrongly they are saving daylight.... for those who dun understand, daylight saving means pushing your time an hour ahead. this only apply during the summer period(like 3 months?) , cause during summer the sun rises much early and sets later, i think its ridiculously stupid , it just confuse ppl with the time, its doesnt really affect me though, we are still eating the same pie but cutting in diff pieces this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah .. also i have finally got my dad to ask a travel agent, so i would be booking a flight back on the coming week, ohhhhhhhhhh really looking forward to tt. so many ppl tt i miss, haha i think miss them more than i would have miss my parents. oh look at the time, i needa rest early get ready for tomorrow battle. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-116455407376293443?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578597.post-116403102045125582</id><published>2006-11-20T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:57:07.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy November</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi folks , i am back after series of back to back action , work and studies then work and studies.  This routine really is either driving me nuts or worst dead. I prolly have just dug my own grave, setting 2 classes on monday is bad enough , but to have both classes and both test squeeze on the same day tt doesnt sound nice at all, not to mention tt both test are mid semester test. Thats what i am going to do for next monday, staying from  8.30 am till 8.00pm. Thought of it just make me feel like lying on bed and not go to class... lol... dun think i can do tt. I have very strong sense of guiltyness, just cant live with it if i skipped the class, guess i just gotta be  a obedient student .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh... i think i have some strong empty feelings in me these days, not sure whats the missing piece, maybe i am missing ppl or maybe just tired of juggling between work , sch  and stress from sch and parents. ( yes parents, they are annoying sometimes...) well... tts abt it , come check  the blog often now i should have more to write since i am feeling more... emotional these few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-116403102045125582?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116403102045125582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=116403102045125582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116403102045125582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116403102045125582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/11/crazy-november.html' title='Crazy November'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-116333800561026981</id><published>2006-11-12T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:26:45.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another day and another week , wake up every morning feeling so weak , is it my body or the weather. I seem to fall sick easily these days, having sore throat, bad headache, cough and guess what tomorrow i am having 2 test in a day, life so tiring now. Well i still have few few  few few more weeksss to go before my semester ends, and i will need to book a flight ticket back SG before i pay the holiday season rates. My sis (My Gdsis) boyfriend paid 1.4k on singapore airlin, he is flying back this christmas , maybe tts why its so expensive. Bloody airliners reaping off profits from ppl like us . Anyway i will stop here for now , my head starting to spin, head .. spin...not happy ... need ..... sleep .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-116333800561026981?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116333800561026981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=116333800561026981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116333800561026981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116333800561026981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/11/feeling-sick.html' title='Feeling Sick'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-116239475018603718</id><published>2006-11-01T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:28:17.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello everyone , haha its been a lloooonng time. well, it was never my intention to resume my blogging today , suppose to be on this weekend when i had more time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So guess what? As usual i had a long day , couldnt get myself to study had nothing much to do other than study (what life?) decided to have a early night , i mean real early like 9:30 pm, i think tts a record breaker for me to sleep at tt time is abnormal. At 10:45pm i woke up again , well Irene called but i only answer the mobile on her third attempt , serious wasnt expecting her to call at this time , was a little surprise actually. So tt explain why i am blogging now , all of this from a unexpected call. Oh boy... how do i get back to sleep again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well since i am here, might as well update you guys what i have been doing for the past weeks. .....hmmm.... eeerrrmmm.. yeah i think basically pretty much the same , i just follow a same schedule have my lesson on mon, tues and weds, and working at IGA( a supermart) from weds till sat in the mornign like 5 plus to 10. Then i would come back have a short nap and start with my tutorials or any other revision, kinda no life ... but cant help it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so it was halloween night yesterday , lol... i only know tt when kids dress in those horrible costume come knocking on my door. Its pretty funny when i think abt it , cause i have never bump into this situation before. there was a moment we pause and stare blankly at each other. i think they were surprise and dunno what to expect from a chinese and i also dunno what to give them as well. Well ended up giving them a bit of money , ask those little devils, ghoul , skeletons... whatever to split the money among themselves. Well still its pretty gd experience....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok thats all for now , i will try to sleep now, hope no one call again.... cya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-116239475018603718?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116239475018603718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=116239475018603718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116239475018603718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116239475018603718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/11/call.html' title='The call'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-116152029782291155</id><published>2006-10-22T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:32:35.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally i manage to squeeze out sometime for the blog, have some inconsistency with this blogging thing since i started my course. I am not sure if i have set the ideal time table for my studies, i have 2 weeks to change it and today is the end of week 1. So far so good, i have the taste of my schedule , even though it just might be a little hectic ... no... its pretty hectic for the 1st three days of everyweek. I have squeeze my units on those three days , so i could continue with my job from weds till sat. Arrgghh why i cant have the best of both worlds, haiz life's never fair. Anyway tts for now, i needa make preparation for tomorrow , a long day ahead for me tomorrow. Cya guys , i will try to blog asap when i have time again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-116152029782291155?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116152029782291155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=116152029782291155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116152029782291155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116152029782291155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/10/week-1.html' title='week 1'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-116057773904775932</id><published>2006-10-11T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:42:19.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of my course</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally after one or two months of stagnant life, YES i call it STAGNANT , as long i am not complete with my studies , i am not feeling forward with my life, tts how i feel sometimes, yet i am not sure if tt kind of thinking is appropriate. Anyway doesnt matter sch starts tomorrow, i will be heading down for the orientation presentation. Oh Boy ! I am so looking forward for tomorrow to come, finally for me to get focus with something in life and hopefully i would make more friends to make life there more interesting ..well i better have a better rest for now . Tomorrow is a brand new day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-116057773904775932?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116057773904775932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=116057773904775932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116057773904775932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/116057773904775932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/10/beginning-of-my-course.html' title='Beginning of my course'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115980590628302144</id><published>2006-10-02T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:18:26.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perth Royale Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/1600/sheep%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A wink of an eye and its October already, and tt means sch closing in , will be looking forward to tt. Luckily i am in time to pass my car assessment test, so it wun be long till i get my "P " plate and my licence card.. YES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well anyway i had a pretty gd weekend, as mention on previously i joined my dad's frend to this funfair carnival, the perth royale show, you have this in other state not only in perth. This is a big event compare to those pa sah ma lam you see in singapore, its just two worlds apart. You had the farm where they show you their top breed animal s, you have exhibition and of course you have all the rides and funfair games. There are too much to talk abt , i rather show you some picture tt i took . Afterall a picture tells you a thousand words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/sheep%201.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sheep must be missing home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/sheep%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smell my butt, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/lahma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have no idea what call this animals, look like lahma to me, anyway they are really cute animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/lahma2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favourite .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/lahma%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My best take, what a cute animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/pig%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This pig is huge , its even bigger than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/yak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think they call it a Yak, something like tt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/vertical%20horizon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dare to try anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/nitro.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Nitro, probably another hell ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/woodchopping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A log chopping competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well tts all folks i am really tired from the trip, needa rest cya again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115980590628302144?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115980590628302144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115980590628302144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115980590628302144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115980590628302144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/10/perth-royale-show.html' title='Perth Royale Show'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115936922637760437</id><published>2006-09-27T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T23:00:26.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunch time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was a really busy day for me, which is good i like it this way, makes life more fulfilling. Woke up 5:30 for work as usual, straight after tt i had an hour of rest before i had my last intensive driving session with my instructor, because its CRUNCH TIME, tomorrow will be my driving test. Better not screw this one up, i need my licence badly, well i had my confidence reasonably, just hope the assessor doesnt give me any special instruction. Nvm i must tell myself, I will pass.... i will pass... i will pass.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So came back from the drving session, was kinda tired, suppose to enjoy driving but i had to concentrate on the instructions given by her so imagine doing tt for 2 hours , wasnt tt bad afterall . Then had another 1 or 2 hour rest before we meet up another family( dad's frend) for dinner. We had a nice dinner at this chinese restaraunt near our living place, and had some coffe and tea at DOME after the dinner. Like this we spent the rest of the night chit chat, for once i feel tt i am not so lonely , haha.. somehow they give me this warm feeling, very nice ppl, funny and friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also this weekend i am going to PERTH ROYALE SHOW, exciting would be joining my dads frend along with his family ,  they held it twice or once annually. It used to be a traditional carnival where farmers come down for diff competition,  when ppl start seeign they could use this to earn more revenue , they add more activities into the show, so now i guess it had evolve to a big festival. (like a massive funfair) For now i needa rest early i still need to work later in the morning then go straight got my drive test, hmm should try not to tired myself for tomorrow work, cya then will get some picture on the royale show if have it this week end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115936922637760437?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115936922637760437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115936922637760437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115936922637760437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115936922637760437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/09/crunch-time.html' title='Crunch time'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115885023783422240</id><published>2006-09-21T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:50:41.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jericho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its thursday and channel 10 was showing JERICHO (not the WWF star, it refers to a small town in america). Its the 1st episode tt i am watching but i am already captivated by its story plot. I just one more of it, i think such drama are better than charm or even small ville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As i mention JERICHO - name of a town, imagine your town possibly the only one that survive a direct nuclear attack. A nuclear disaster caused by several terrorist attacks had destroyed most of America. Now the whole of JERICHO is out of power, speculations runs high , was it an accident or an attack , nobody knows what happened outside the town. Tension is high, criminal convicts run loose , most of animals were dead, and the fallout from the attacks creeps nearer to the town. Now residents of the town must come to terms with a new and very different reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well tts roughly the gist of the show, cant wait for the next epi to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/8141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115885023783422240?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115885023783422240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115885023783422240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115885023783422240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115885023783422240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/09/jericho.html' title='Jericho'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115875507341451875</id><published>2006-09-20T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:24:40.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Final Tribute To Steve Erwin -King Of The Crocs and Peter Brock- King Of The Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a sad ending, losing two great aussie legends at the same time. One was killed by a stingray when filming a documentary , another killed in a car crash during one of the rally test run , yet both of them had something in common, they died for their passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Needless to say most ppl know about steve erwin, as for peter brock &lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he is aussie well known car racer, was called king of the mountain, suppose to have tackle many mountain roads sounds like initial D to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was the last time ppl will pay their respect to Steve Erwin before the chapter is closed, his memorial ceremony was broadcast state wide within australia in his own zoo. Friends , Collegue and also Steve's family  were there to bid final farewell to the hero whom was well admired by many ppl especially the childrens. I was impressed when his daughter made the speech for her dad, she doesnt show any sign of sadness , she just bravely finished her speech. Well Steve might be dead but his spirit still lives on and you can see tt in her daughter, the legacy left  behind by him will not stop here. Now it become something for the family to work for , to continue his father work . well 10 years later we might see little steve on TV doing what his dad did best , becoming king of the crocs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115875507341451875?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115875507341451875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115875507341451875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115875507341451875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115875507341451875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/09/final-tribute-to-steve-erwin-king-of.html' title='A Final Tribute To Steve Erwin -King Of The Crocs and Peter Brock- King Of The Mountain'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115864562200673301</id><published>2006-09-19T13:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:00:22.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi i am writing my blog in the afternoon this time round, cause i always sleep early at night . I just had my driving lesson like few hours ago , yeah always have them on mon, tues and sunday in the morning like 7am to 9am. So my instructor was telling me tt she will push me for the driving assessment next thursday , but tt will also depends on how well i drive for the coming few lessons. Well its kinda encouraging to think tt i could take the test , but  still  i feel unsure if i can do it , maybe because my confidence level is not at 90%-100%  yet, thats why i have to do better  for the next few lessons. School will start on 12 oct , if i can pass now maybe i will be just in time to drive to school . Anyway prepare for the worst i will have to familiarise with the bus route here. Well i stop for now, would write again if have time later night cya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115864562200673301?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115864562200673301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115864562200673301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115864562200673301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115864562200673301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/09/road-test_19.html' title='The Road Test'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115806919387175588</id><published>2006-09-12T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:53:14.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped in Time Warp Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here i am blogging , its so hard to get myself blog these days ayy. Well not tt i am giving up blogging or lazy, just tt my life now is so darn mono. Its freaking hell dead boring , i feel like i am trapped in time warp space, its like in another dimension, nobody know you , nobody know your existence and you repeat doing the same thing almost everyday , its frustrating , frustrating , frustrating.................... is this reality... how i wish this were all just a dream , everything just a dream , me coming here, my parents migrating here... so many things tt i want to get it right but too late. If only this were all dream or like a game just reset and replay to get my ending .. tsk.. tsk... Now i am really dreaming , lol tt would only happen i fantasy , there is no way to go back , tell me if you guys know of anyway to go back to the past i will do anythign to get it hahaha! (evil laugh) Sometimes i laugh , stubborn bonehead like me refuse to accept the fact or reality but i can mostly get myself to adapt to like almost any situation. I guess tts what i do best .. always getting myself to change so i can fit into the situation, am i too easy going?? Its hurts everytime i do tt , i am sick of it already to change myself so others can feel better , its so tiring doing tt but so what, i cant stop it, its like my instinct to do tt naturally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess what i can load pictures again, this one took at night when i was gazing at the moon , its calms me down when i am not feeling right. The sky here at night is simply beautiful at night provided  its not raining... Well i shall stop here, see id theres anything special i can write next time, cya for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115806919387175588?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115806919387175588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115806919387175588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115806919387175588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115806919387175588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/09/trapped-in-time-warp-space.html' title='Trapped in Time Warp Space'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115755156883217342</id><published>2006-09-06T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:06:08.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man With Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi guys i am back , have i been lazy or what. I thought i said to blog like few days ago. Ha.. well guess i wasnt in a mood to do anything then, but i am feeling much better now. i guess the driving session with my dad do help this a bit , at least it had clear my doubts in some of my driving technique, which really give me a boost in confidence. I know .. because i drive differently with my instructor yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also i receive a card from Karen (My godma's sister's daughter, erm did i gett t right.. nvm ... its complicating anyway...) probably also why i felt better .Anyway thanks Karen for the card , a great boost to morale ;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then i heard crockey is dead!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It sure stunned me for a moment, who would have thought tt the wild steve erwin to died in what he do best . I always thought tt guy could handle almost any situation , he sure had play with many animals tt we considered dangerous . Well i can say tt he deserve my respect, he live but also die for his passion, his passion for animals, nature, environment. His wife will have my sympathy especially their daughter and son , i guess its hard on them. Haiz... life short ... always live with no regrets.. tt i told myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our passions are like the phoenix. When the old one burns away, the new one rises out of its ashes at once. * Goethe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115755156883217342?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115755156883217342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115755156883217342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115755156883217342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115755156883217342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/09/man-with-passion.html' title='The Man With Passion'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115720608038671478</id><published>2006-09-02T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T22:08:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dunno why but been  tired and sleepy  these nights, lol, am i tired or what . maybe it could be due to the weather i dunno.... but anway i will continue this blog tomorrow morning or noon when i feel more energise , haiz for now i am hitting to bed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115720608038671478?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115720608038671478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115720608038671478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115720608038671478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115720608038671478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/09/tired-these-days_02.html' title='tired these days'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115669405412319533</id><published>2006-08-27T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:57:03.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for the missing piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter how cheerful or optimistic you are , in life there will be times when you feel rather helpless and down. Thats what i am feeling now. Its complicated , its doesnt happen because just one thing tts annoying you , its a mixed of different things... the ppl tt you miss, the decision ppl made tt affects you or maybe few setbacks tt you experience... i dunno myself. I am just not myself these days, i know tt. My parents was telling me why they decided to come here and few decision they made,i dunno why they said tt for out of sudden, anyway i just couldnt agree to them also. I always try to look things in a better perspective, but i just cant get myself to agree to them , there is another chunming in me that always try to rebel my parents or other ppls ideal. I just dun like my current self, i cant let this drag any further. Somehow i had this bad intuition, i dunno what isit but its throwing me of in disequilibrium emotionally. How hopeless , to complain like this just make me even more pathetic, its just not me. Nevertheless these are just my feelings tt i have to pour it out , its could be too much to contain in me. To live in a state of uncomfortable zone sure doesnt feel good, but hope tt this might be a blessing in disguise, no matter how, i should never let this devil in me take over control, i want to be chunming again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115669405412319533?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115669405412319533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115669405412319533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115669405412319533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115669405412319533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/searching-for-missing-piece.html' title='Searching for the missing piece'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115642253677965343</id><published>2006-08-24T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:28:56.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo , back but not well yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well its the third time i visit a clinic or medical centre( they call tt here) today. My ear been giving me some problem , stubborn ear wax just cant get out , so no choice to change a new doc . He gave me a ear drop suppose to soften it up and see him again, haiz .. how troublesome but i am relieve at least this time the medication work better on me, i should be able to sleep better tonight i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lol then i receive a call from this supermart, my mum have ask one of his friend there to recommend me a job there. Well she thinks there are enough ppl to help at the shop so want me to look for another job , tt would probably help her pay less wage and keep more for business , arhh whatever i dun care. I can work anywhere , afterall its the experience i am looking for . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At night dad's friend came over and he brought his dog with him , its a mongrel not sure what kind of cross breed, but he is really clever and only listen to his owner. Lol tried playing with him, but i guess it was afraid might be a little intimidated by my sudden approached. ohhh... i also wanna dog, wonder if i will have the time for it if i buy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/dog%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isnt it cute , aiiyoo can really melt your heart !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/dog%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It holds just like a soft toy, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha ha where did this come from , my ear hurts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115642253677965343?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115642253677965343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115642253677965343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115642253677965343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115642253677965343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115615937825750397</id><published>2006-08-21T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:22:58.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seems like a lousy month for me, 1st i almost had a accident , then i really had a accident then now a infection in the ear and it really hurts , its like attacking my nerve system cant even sleep well ... haiz ... what did i do to deserve all this. Nothing good really happen.. arrgghh .. i cant even think properly what to write in the blog with the stinging pain ... AARGGGHH tts so frustrating..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just hope i get better soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115615937825750397?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115615937825750397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115615937825750397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115615937825750397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115615937825750397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-pain.html' title='In pain'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115591083195023552</id><published>2006-08-18T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:20:31.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The raining night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today suck , suck big time. I hate to say this but i really hate him, ( i know i cant be saying tt) but i cant think properly with all tt fumes in me right now, so tts the word i can think of how i feel towards my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As usual i drive back every night after we close the shop , but tonight was raining . At the point of intersection i was to turn right when the green light shows up , maybe i was just tired or maybe the raining condition makes me think differently on who should go 1st .... FUCK tt  shit , its my fault .... i should just admit its my fault . I am already god damn frustrated on the accident , but it pisses me even more when my dad started rubbing in his hurtful comments. God damn i am feeling like shit, as if i am a long wanted criminal... God how am i gonna communicate with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...... maybe i am just upset because i ruin my week with tt , maybe .. maybe i should just crash and die ... screw tt i really hate myself right now.... haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115591083195023552?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115591083195023552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115591083195023552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115591083195023552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115591083195023552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/raining-night.html' title='The raining night'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115553929412526100</id><published>2006-08-14T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:42:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi nothing much today been lazy these days , i think my computer might have caught a virus , its been running abnormally even now i am typing the blog with frustration, think i might have to reformat my computer and the format disc i left it in singapore , tts really smart of me.(Being sarcastic) Well anyway just wanna put a entry into the blog so it becomes a habit for me, sometimes i get lazy and tend to skip blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so i was reading my books then newspaper and came across some interesting section and article, not sure if you can see it clearly but i will just post it anyway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ok this time i am really screwed, sorry that i cant load in the picture , the computer is in a worst condition than i thought , really need to reformat this time. Well i still can finish the rest with words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so finish my morning reading had my driving lesson in the evening, lol almost had a head crash with another car on a busy intersaction, i was like what the f..k , i was only save because my instructor also had the control over the brakes and acceleration of the car, for the split second i thought i could see it all in slow motion like time freezes suddenly ,  lucky she brake for me otherwise i cant imagine what happen next. Maybe she had too much confidence in me lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So right after the lesson i have one of my friend to pick me up for basketball at UWA, they have it there like every monday or tuesday, again would like to post few shots of me photos after my game, tired faces haha, just realise i have not put up any pictures of myself . Well i will try to fix the problem , hope to post more pictures asap , i am tired now tomorrow again another drivign lesson in the morning, -pray- no more accident .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115553929412526100?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115553929412526100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115553929412526100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115553929412526100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115553929412526100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115518024590478467</id><published>2006-08-10T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T11:24:05.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning daze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..... Wake up morning in a daze.... i guess i cant hold my liquor so well as before... Well nevertheless i still need to finish this blog, was suppose finish it yesterday but too dizzy so did not bother doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So i mention abt drinking alcohol , so you might be wondering what occasion was it , well to me it might as well be another group gathering probably it meant much more to my parents. So my parents had a dinner feast in this chinese restaurant in Perth , it was to show their gratitude to their friends in helping us achieve our PR. Yeah so for the night we eat and drink to our fullest, a merry evening indeed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0070.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perth triple tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0071.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats the restraurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0074.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inside nice and warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Old man having their chat .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interesting design for a menu, look more like a secret kung fu manual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YALUMBA CABENET SHIRAZ, 100% aus own , interesting and unique package and design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See where my finger pt, tts where i started, so who say you cant piaz jiu here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115518024590478467?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115518024590478467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115518024590478467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115518024590478467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115518024590478467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/morning-daze.html' title='Morning daze'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115505813557866271</id><published>2006-08-09T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T10:18:59.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some point of time life we feel lost , dont know where to go , what to do or where to start from. Some point of time we tend to lose the encouragement and the will to carry on doing things which you not familiar with , to sustain these emotion we think about ppl whom we love/like using them as your piller of mental support but I am truly glad, as i reminisce the ppl tt i met for the past month, i am grateful to them because they really made a difference for me in settling down my life here. If you guys are reading this, i wanna let you all know tt i really appreciate it and so THANK YOU !&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/29578597-115505813557866271?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115505813557866271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115505813557866271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115505813557866271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115505813557866271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115475267753531456</id><published>2006-08-05T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T12:40:00.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering the month of August</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello its august , time sure flies i am one month in australia already. Wonder what are they doing now (friends in singapore). Well at least i got an offer from curtin college , so i can start school this october.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah to those who dunno yet , i will be changing to a new address next year if everything goes alright. I will update you guys on my new address when the time comes, actually i am not quite satisfield with the house that i am moving in. Its not that the house is too small or anything , in fact in think given the current price market and also my small family size, the house is fine and cosy, probably still need to do some refurbishing. Well over there at Armadale, btw i am living in Kardinya so anybody here will think tt i am crazy to travel so far for school and work, there are less asians over there and more aboriginal ppl not many but just more of them , its just not so well developed than the suburb where i am living now, not to even mention if the have the ADSL 2 service extended till there cause i intended to upgrade my internet speed to 8mb . But i guess i am not in any position to procrastinate, afterall my parents are the one buying not me, lol , just hope tt the market get better here maybe we could move to a better suburb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then i receive a card from my Er Yee (croc eric's mum, lol), really nice of her to send me the card when i needed it most , a nice aunt to me , very supportive and can give you good advice not all but most of the time lol, so.. Oi Er Yee if you are reading this ... Thanks for the card , i was really surprise when i got your card well even though i dunno who was it from intially, you got write your name clearly next time la, i was like going though my friend list thinking who sending me the card!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0056.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0057.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My card from Er Yee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also Friday afternoon went down to town in Perth to do some documentation and on the way back took few photos of life in city , lol , just a glimpse of Perth , there is still more , Oh yeah then i bought myself an all-in-one printer, the CANON PIXMA MP 150. Cool finally i can print quality photos , scan , photocopy all at home. Alright now i will stop here need to go , take care. Below are the photo tt i took:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;View from office building!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its almost close to 5pm , ppl getting ready to go back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A catheral at Victoria Square!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And this is my printer :&gt; , got pretty neat features, considering the price at $78.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115475267753531456?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115475267753531456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115475267753531456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115475267753531456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115475267753531456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/entering-month-of-august.html' title='Entering the month of August'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115427499644045933</id><published>2006-07-30T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:13:15.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello guys ming the great, the wonderful , the fantastic...(and it goes on) is BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess I would have to apologise if i have not been updating my blog the past few days , tts because ..... for the past few days i have been doing nothing much but repetitive stuff , everyday i would follow a same routine . I wake up usually feeling stiffed like a iceblock, so normally i will defrost myself near a heater for a while before i start my day. So its like wake up frozen, defrost , head to work (helping my dad), returning back doing my stuff, head to bed and get frozen again, blehh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know how i live for the past few days , but todays its different because its SUNDAY. And its means market day , well i reckon i receive reasonable training doing "marketing" with my Godma or Xiao yee when i was in singapore, lol. Yeah so it wanst tt bad to follow my dad doing shopping at the stock market , at least i get to go elsewhere for more fresh air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/1600/stock%20market.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/stock%20market.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is sunday stock market&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="281" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/interior%202.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you staring at !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/1600/stock%20market%20interrior.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                       Its like a circus inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/inside%20market.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fresh vegetables for sale!!! 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dad busy making his choices &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So like this every sunday i follow my dad to market , we then head back to the store to load up the goods.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/sharon%20smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Sharon a super high energetic little girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/1600/perfect%20reflection.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/perfect%20reflection.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                                         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And tts my reflection taken from the car window panel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well tts all folks i am really tired to get some rest soon , take care ya byebye!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115427499644045933?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115427499644045933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115427499644045933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115427499644045933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115427499644045933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/perfect-sunday.html' title='The perfect sunday'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115384338594161589</id><published>2006-07-25T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:15:58.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Race against time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh my god what can i say the aussies are lazy , lazy and still lazy. They are inflexible , inefficient and and and.... i dunno what else to say. Today before i went home i was telling myself tt this is far too long for a wait. On the way back home when i decided to give a call to CURTIN, i saw him , haha the man on the scooter i know it cant be wrong (was refering to the postman). As i anticipated i did get my letter from them , but it was neither letter of offer nor rejection, it written by one of the representitive asking me for a certified copy of my TER score. I was pissed , super pissed tt i feel the adrenaline rushing through my body. For god sake, its already orientation week now and they are giving me this nonsense, i could have given them tt copy if they told me earlier,not tt i want to push all the blame on other ppl but they could have told me more precisely. Its a race against time for me to get into mid year intake like this but nevertheless i still need to give it a try .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was night time , for some stupid reason, my dad was arguing with my mum over small issue . Its really normal for them to do tt , my dad can go fuming at the slightest problem and my mum can be super naggy and likes to teach ppl things tt she herself dunno about, these are things tt i dislike about them other then that they are fine parents. Oh my what a day , i will still need to wake up early to meet this bank representitve from WESTPAC to learn about their house loaninf plans and policy and straight down to the city to settle the paper work for my Uni . Its so tiring ....&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/29578597-115384338594161589?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115384338594161589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115384338594161589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115384338594161589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115384338594161589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/race-against-time.html' title='Race against time'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115375346171928856</id><published>2006-07-24T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:15:38.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in Perth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;19/06/2006 the day which proclaim us officially as permanent resident of Australia, i am truly glad for them ....and myself, for their few years of effort establishing their food business here has not gone to waste. If you think tts the end then probably you are wrong cause this is just the beginning . Things tt cant be done in the past due to the residential status has now been given the green light to go, and tt means more decision to be made and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days really feel like a dead man walking on the road, we went searching all around perth looking for a decent house on a decent block with a decent price tag. The value of houses in the past have now double or even triple the price of today, a 3 decade house which worth a puny $70000 can now fetch a whopping value $235000, tts how crazy the price shooting here, its like shooting skyrockets. Now you know why i am feel like a zombie, i need to try hunt down potential house property before values go up even higher , but i ended up looking at old houses most of the time( because they have lower price tag and they look terrible in my opinion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="298" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0049.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;one of the better house i scouted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0050.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;another house tt i have seen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the blog for last week when we receive the news of our new residential status (permanent visa) My dad as usual a very impatient person decide to leave the shop to my mum and one helper , then we rush to the immigration office down town to get our passport chop with the visa stamp, lol , the feeling was good, on the way back i took few pictures on the highway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/perth%20city.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life in perth city.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/1600/seaview%20in%20perth.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/seaview%20in%20perth.1.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A water view from the high way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115375346171928856?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115375346171928856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115375346171928856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115375346171928856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115375346171928856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-life-in-perth.html' title='My life in Perth'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115322013444690782</id><published>2006-07-18T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:15:19.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally , its already the second week since arriving perth, things have not change much here. Still remember vividly the day when they send me off the airport , i thought it was like yesterday. I have always picture the scenerio of me leaving my family, friends and ppl i care during my stay in singapore but never thought tt it will come so soon in reality. It was a cold morning for me the day i arrive at the airport, at times i hope tt time could just stop but tt would not happen, so i went through the whole goodbye thingy(i wun go into tt ). Sigh.. it will not be the same again without them by my side. Right now i guess the most appropriate thing to do is to focus my task on hand , e.g studies. hope i can finished them as soon as possible, who knows how long i will stay here , theres few factors to consider, its a dilemma. But one thing is for sure i will have my freedom to decide and with tt i will fullfill my promise with them ... with him ... and finally also with her .....&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/29578597-115322013444690782?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115322013444690782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115322013444690782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115322013444690782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115322013444690782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-chapter.html' title='A New Chapter'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115056558359770819</id><published>2006-06-18T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:15:01.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i had a really awesome night at C.H.I.M.E.S yesterday night . The place really rocks , i mean you see all the soccer gurus gathering down there . The ambience was fantastic , the crowd , huge.. you can hear the whole place roar the very moment the team scores . It was probably the best match i ever watch so far , i am totally impressed by how Argentina play against a much defensive Serbia, they just play with grace and flair , i just cant help to cheer for them when they score, the final score 6-0 , the highest scoring margin so far in world cup 2006.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0025.jpg" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(yating and me behind the church , nice take right .. keke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0024.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(My brother and me , the Twin Tower..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(What a piece of art, how many times do you get to see such view in singapore ? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/1600/Photo-0022.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0022.0.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Its right here where all the action begins... GOOOOAAAALLLLL!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And today after slacking at home the whole day , we went out for a good dinner at this seafood resteraunt near east coast , before heading home to prepare some work for tomorrow house shifting. Took few pictures of Michelle at the dinner , she is beautiful ... lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0027.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Look at her , how can you resist ?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4649/3154/320/Photo-0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Look at me eat my cracker :P ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am tired , really bush need to stop now cya bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115056558359770819?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115056558359770819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115056558359770819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115056558359770819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115056558359770819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-i-had-really-awesome-night-at-c.html' title=''/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115038988247752361</id><published>2006-06-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:12:37.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally i have reached the stage where i am moving out my stuff from the camp leaving only a empty cabinet and this signify the closure of my 2 years national service. Time sure flies , cant believe that i have been here for 2 years. I was walking down the long road , a road that i had been walking, in and out for my NS life, from a fresh new bird recruit who dont no what to anticipate everytime he entered the complex, till now a soon-to-be civilian. The load on my shoulder was down right heavy, but as i walk many memories flicker pass in my head, like a image projector, at the moment the strain on my shoulder seems nothing compared to those training i had in the past. It was a wonderful feeling , something that money cant buy and you will only had it once in your life time. Lolx i guess my time in NS wasnt too bad after all, at least it gave me something to think about , talk about when i grow old. Ha ha time really full of stories to tell, wonder what lies ahead for me .... whats happen after my studies in aus ... will i be able to make my decision ... till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115038988247752361?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115038988247752361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115038988247752361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115038988247752361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115038988247752361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115019959504050215</id><published>2006-06-13T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:49:35.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here in camp</title><content type='html'>so here i am back in camp again , pondering how to pull through the rest of the week. LOLX i speak as if i had nothing to do , well at least not for today, i reckon i have the busiest day for the week. I have to drag myself off the bed ( as if there's a powerful magnet sucking on me) much much ... early then usual to help with some time recording for ARR=armour road relay. i mean who in the hell will start running at 5, sometime i really wonder the management and planning capability of the battalion sector.Brother! I am ORDing real real .. soon anyway -evil smile- why bother them.. but seriously i cant wait to get out this camp and get back my pink IC, theres this sense of excitement tts will explode out of me any moment.AARRGGGHH where cant they just let me out earlier!!! Well anyway after the run i am back to bunk helpin out with the remaining painting and other small jitty task , all the way till evening then i decide to call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i met my gang of bunk mates, call them the bookies club, hahahahah, as you know its the world club season, its the time when they are the busiest. Many times i were tempted to punt a few games but hold back myself for the fear of losing, but my friend been winning consecutive matches ... crap tts unfair... maybe i will just play one game .. hmmm... just one will do ..one small one no harm right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115019959504050215?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115019959504050215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115019959504050215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115019959504050215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115019959504050215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-in-camp.html' title='Here in camp'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29578597.post-115008337458507289</id><published>2006-06-12T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:50:00.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought i will be writing a blog myself lol but its seems to be an "in" thing nowadays , i mean like most of friends blog. i would have associate blogging as girl stuff (saying myself ? lol) last time , but come to think again i guess its a gd way to express your feelings and emotions also at the same time updating your friends about yourself lately. even my little brother start blogging (just cant lose out to him ) probably the only thing that he had influence me so far. well.. since i am leaving for aus in a months time or maybe less than that , hope this blog will at least serve as a medium to keep in touch with the people i like .. love.. treasure.. ha! whatever you call it , so if theres anything you think need improvement, let me know ya ! ok enough of it this jus my 1st posting no need to be so lengthy right lol! need to book in camp la , so i will just stop here cya ... ; /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29578597-115008337458507289?l=my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115008337458507289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29578597&amp;postID=115008337458507289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115008337458507289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29578597/posts/default/115008337458507289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hidden-emotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>eva_saint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06135453905372223833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
