<?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-17435681</id><updated>2012-01-21T20:41:14.209+08:00</updated><category term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Pencil Marks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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>402</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-5091988004010871809</id><published>2012-01-17T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T01:36:48.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years 2012!</title><content type='html'>My nightshift has ended and today is my first day back to the day mode.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me see my 'daily' life at the other end, seeing how my family bustles/ or nua at home at different hours, reaching home in time to see my little brother at 6am for school and trying to stay up just a little bit more to watch him eat breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or my mum would one night call me at 3am because she was awoken by the heavy rain outside, telling me not the come home yet because of the downpour and she didn't want me to get wet and fall sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting little friends at night, aka. bugs, who would crawl around the floor near the light switches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a lonesome affair. I had become completely oblivious to the happenings during the day. Thank God that somehow inside me, I felt peace throughout the past week. Perhaps I was too busy to notice, but I'm glad it's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like the fact that I have subconsciously let work take over my life. To allow it to have my social life, my family life, my activity, hobbies, church, etc, be taken over by a version of activity that is deemed more important than school in the real world. I like my work and I enjoy what I do. VERY. At the same time, I like alot of other things too. So I really admire those who have the ability to take time off and do what they love. Be it regular classes in yoga or dancing, or the simple act of attending cell. It's the joy of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I don't want to sound like I have no life. But I am spurred up enough to want to make some changes this year. I know I will have pockets of time and will venture to learn this great skill of balancing or rather, last minute spontaneous act of quickly deciding what I want to do and slotting a session into my available times AND planning ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually told someone in my office that life isn't only about work. Well, unfortunately, the reply was: "My work IS my life." and that was that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will choose to give my 100% to work, at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I only have 2 out of 7 days in the week for everything else. It may be done sparingly, but it will be done. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best to a much more fulfilling life in 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-5091988004010871809?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5091988004010871809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=5091988004010871809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5091988004010871809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5091988004010871809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-2012.html' title='New Years 2012!'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-9200152481913453315</id><published>2011-12-20T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T00:22:57.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-con-cur!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Icon crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just spent some time changing some of my icons into really, REALLY cute ones! Managed to find superheroes icons, wall-e icons, beautiful folder icons, and all sorts of cute cartoon animal ones and textured ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Icons made me so happy today. ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This strange reaction was triggered when I had to reformat my 2 precious 3.5TB HDD and my boss told me I could use his icons collections to make them look cute and all. oh boy. I picked sheep icons for my newly repaired HDD and now I've got a Mr. and Ms. Meh Meh~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-madQmGjZp3s/Tu9kVI_vsaI/AAAAAAAABKo/5geHJGesmxs/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687875168747106722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Here are some screen grabs of the icons from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;www.iconarchive.com:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Piq8CGC9t6o/Tu9injTbz0I/AAAAAAAABJo/ckv3GwscBlY/s320/preview.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687873286023401282" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTReRCWIP90/Tu9io8zIAvI/AAAAAAAABKY/0id2ekKhFC8/s1600/handy-icons-color.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTReRCWIP90/Tu9io8zIAvI/AAAAAAAABKY/0id2ekKhFC8/s320/handy-icons-color.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687873310047077106" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sD9jaUXE9WI/Tu9iooKFNgI/AAAAAAAABKM/UBqWg8wTfUo/s1600/%2Brebelheart%2Belegant%2Bdamask%2Bfolders%2Bpreview.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sD9jaUXE9WI/Tu9iooKFNgI/AAAAAAAABKM/UBqWg8wTfUo/s320/%2Brebelheart%2Belegant%2Bdamask%2Bfolders%2Bpreview.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687873304506217986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDI5MCHb7To/Tu9inxw-fYI/AAAAAAAABJw/Q_ZDDWxDdKw/s1600/Picture%2B1.png" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDI5MCHb7To/Tu9inxw-fYI/AAAAAAAABJw/Q_ZDDWxDdKw/s320/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687873289905405314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it made me so happy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-9200152481913453315?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/9200152481913453315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=9200152481913453315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/9200152481913453315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/9200152481913453315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-con-cur.html' title='I-con-cur!'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-madQmGjZp3s/Tu9kVI_vsaI/AAAAAAAABKo/5geHJGesmxs/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-6487730701225982551</id><published>2011-12-17T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:40:45.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs to re-look at life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k1zKCybX8ec/TuwdE_YHi8I/AAAAAAAABJc/Uh1DLVwH1kE/s1600/Picture%2B1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k1zKCybX8ec/TuwdE_YHi8I/AAAAAAAABJc/Uh1DLVwH1kE/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686952401031367618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A child reminds us that playtime is an essential part of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our daily routine" - Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-6487730701225982551?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6487730701225982551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=6487730701225982551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6487730701225982551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6487730701225982551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2011/12/needs-to-re-look-at-life.html' title='Needs to re-look at life.'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k1zKCybX8ec/TuwdE_YHi8I/AAAAAAAABJc/Uh1DLVwH1kE/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-4598624140499055022</id><published>2011-06-02T01:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T02:50:09.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's not my name, Ting Ting.</title><content type='html'>I didn't blog for almost a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I'm bursting with things to say after a whole year of 'silence' and many memories that went unrecorded. (What got into me?!?!) 2010 became a year of the unspoken coolness because so many things happened!!! More updates on that some time appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After changing the layout of my blog and re-reading my precious archives yesterday (because I wanted to recall a date of event(s)in 2008), I realised how much I miss my blog! All my nonsense in electronic pages stored almost forever on the internet, if I let it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I randomly decided to google my name this week and guess what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ok, not surprising, but my Facebook page was the top search result. But I'm also thinking, I am not the only person with my name with fb around... so why am I the first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My old Friendster site. I have not touched that in YEARS since junior college. (sorry friendster, I have to downsize my electronic relations because I just don't have time to do everything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My Twitter account (That I don't use and should probably delete it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My LinkedIn account. (... *shrugs...)&lt;br /&gt;3. A website that searches people by names and that generated 2 photos of me from fb and my picassa album repeated in different sizes, resolutions and cropping (Along with other people by the same name, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;*By now, I was starting to get a little freaked out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I FOUND 2 of my university final year reports in an archive in the school library (thankfully under lock and password key but it is still accessible to students).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I found 2 Trinitarian magazines with my name in almost fine print around the content pages because I had contributed (my very brilliant) photos for the soccer and netball inter-church tournaments. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I didn't see it this time round but my colleague found me on IMDb some time back... omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, maybe it's not that big a deal. It's not like i have some biography, or videos, or articles, or books, or news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL. The above mentioned is yikes enough.&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously astounded by how the internet can find all these occasional nitty online details of what I have done. (Not very much though. ha.)&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think if I should start to be afraid of the internet for intruding into my life. (duh... I am ironically declaring this on an online blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given how long the internet and social websites has been around, it is truly late to 'worry' about all this now.&lt;br /&gt;[HELLO.. Stone Age was that way back in time. Please come again.]&lt;br /&gt;BUT shouldn't some of us be concerned if crooks and thieves steal our identity? Or, gasp! Murderers? (I blame crime movies for this paranoia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague of mine had her IC stolen 2 weeks ago and that darn person has gone and caused havoc with that ill-gotten identity card. I don't dare imagine if we, the citizens of the safest and, DARE I say it, self-proclaimed honest country in the world, should be on edge constantly fearing the misuse and duplication of our own identity by others?&lt;br /&gt;[That's already happening now, by the way... That Sony PS3 hack case earlier this year in the US headquarters has affected countries all over the world.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a youtube documentary feature movie that can be downloaded for free called "Google Me". It's about a man who decided to meet up with people he could find with the same full name as himself by using the Google search engine. At the end of the show, he found 6 people in different continents and were willing to meet up with them after some form of contact, with details gotten either through Google, or some other way. They all had an awesome time together. Awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--cZ95isEvIk/TeaHAHn_X0I/AAAAAAAABJQ/JrNjfrCyjws/s320/google-me-the-movie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613322421680430914" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to start talking about this documentary but since the topic is about identity and being found, i shall return to point.&lt;br /&gt;The point is, it is way easier to do things with all this electronic human exposure, for both good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;You CAN find and be found by someone at the other end of the greenwich scale online!! They just need a full name, vague location/country and a phonebook. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should we do?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I have no solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want to be found because it is their shot to fame and fortune. Look at all those youtube star wonders. They wouldn't have gotten their big break if they didn't expose their talent to the world. Or people who wrote fantastic and highly educational websites and blogs that made the world smarter than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people like being low profile. By that, it literally means less things to worry about. There would be nothing online that can 'harm' you because risk is near 0%. Partly also because less people know you. Normal people don't hurt those they don't know... unless it's an accident. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all boils down to what you're willing to face in your life. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I do not inspire conspiracy of any kind after reading this post. May God be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-4598624140499055022?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4598624140499055022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=4598624140499055022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4598624140499055022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4598624140499055022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2011/06/thats-not-my-name-ting-ting.html' title='That&apos;s not my name, Ting Ting.'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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/--cZ95isEvIk/TeaHAHn_X0I/AAAAAAAABJQ/JrNjfrCyjws/s72-c/google-me-the-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-7932670591325038306</id><published>2010-08-27T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:45:56.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice invitation</title><content type='html'>I'm sure God has heard my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was complaining that my life isn't exciting, guess what. God sends the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chance to go for my first company invitation from a local director to watch a play-cum-film/installation. I found it rather refreshing to see a silent video voiced by a person live... none other by an up and coming actress who has been appearing in almost all of ADM's short films. We even had free food! :) It was really nice to see familiar faces and I had a chance to invite a friend over too. Feels nice to be in the company of people. I think I love my people. I love talking to people whom I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy that I have my weekends off too, even if it means spending a little more time coming back to the office after the play at 10.30pm to finish it, i'd do it gladly. I can finally clear some much needed things, set much needed/delayed appointments and have a proper date night. I'm happy I am going to have some time for such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am beginning to value all the little things I can do each week, even things like letting my tortoise out of the hamster cage to take a walk around the house. :) Somehow and strangely so, I find a growing connection to my cute little tortoise, whom/which I have ignored for the longest time. Maybe it feels lonely and needs company and exploration. I need to find a way to cut its nails though... anyone has a pet nail clipper??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not get free Tshirts now but hopefully what I do get is something that won't need to take up too much space and can be enjoyed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-7932670591325038306?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7932670591325038306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=7932670591325038306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7932670591325038306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7932670591325038306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2010/08/nice-invitation.html' title='A nice invitation'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-619563904119227778</id><published>2010-08-26T22:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:05:46.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TeeeeShirts!</title><content type='html'>Found some time to go through my wardrobe just now. Whoa, it was like going back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I've become quite a hoarder. There's a period of time when I have such a strong reluctance to throw things away. Maybe that's why you still see me wearing the same old clothes from yesteryears.. haha. Well, after a while, I'm beginning to feel like I've left an exciting and fun filled life behind in exchange for adulthood, obligations and less exciting daily events in life, less clubs, social groups, outings and games... and having Tshirts for free for being a part of an 'era'. I'm sounding ridiculous, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just going through my stash, I've got Tshirts from (excluding PE Tshirts) Secondary-JC-Uni CCA Tshirts, my volleyball jerseys, my house colour Tshirts for sports days, School and Church camp Tees, Orientation Tshirts of Various colours, Hall Tees, Beach volleyball Competition Singlets and School competition Tees... Heavens, even our Cell group made Tshirts!! And oh how precious they are to me! All those memories just comes flooding back on the commitments, aspirations and hopes we had for the cell printed in cute Tshirts. It even has my name drawn on it (and a printed pig with wings... hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at my wardrobe, I suddenly think that my life must have been quite exciting and it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to mark the rest of my life with little 'tidbits' of memorabilia... maybe just photographs will do... (See how simple my expectations are nowadays?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do with all these Tshirts?? Donate them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will line them up according to the year I got them (as it is written on the Tshirt itself) and take photos of them and paste them into a book of Tshirts or something. (See again? I can't bear to let go...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no club or sports or activities group that I'm a part of. That means no more Tshirts to mark my life. So sad. It means I've got nothing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But silly me, life is not marked by how many Tshirts we have. It's now how satisfied and happy we are, where we are, in what we do, in who we have around us... and maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's nice to have an event-filled life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest free Tshirt is a crew Tshirt from a movie my company is working on (it's almost finished!) in which I was involved in very minimally, and my name is not even on it. (It has the names of my colleagues who handled the project though). But I'll keep it anyway, even if just for a while. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-619563904119227778?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/619563904119227778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=619563904119227778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/619563904119227778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/619563904119227778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2010/08/teeeeshirts.html' title='TeeeeShirts!'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-4164568764333635237</id><published>2010-08-25T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T10:08:24.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone test</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging from my iPhone! Just testing o see if it works. My computer kinda crashed the other time I finally tried blogging so the entire post was wasted. Too bad. Ok if this works out well I'll be able to blog a little  more frequently. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-4164568764333635237?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4164568764333635237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=4164568764333635237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4164568764333635237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4164568764333635237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2010/08/iphone-test.html' title='iPhone test'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-2786524632058095949</id><published>2010-07-08T23:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:38:45.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen Up</title><content type='html'>Hey all! &lt;div&gt;My blog has turned rusty and so has other things, like maybe my typing. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 4 months of working hard, I freely took an off day yesterday and was really happy about the weekday rest. So I decided to start de-cluttering the floor under my table (yes i'm a messy girl).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it turns out, I decided to sort all the notes I have kept since my youth from church conferences, workshops, TENet, cells, Lcells, camps etc... Boy. Have I really attended so many things all these years? All that wealth of knowledge and journeys hidden under my table... It's hard for me to imagine how much I've collected all these years, yet they as I browsed through these notes, I could remember when and where these events took place, how I felt at those moments...  Each copy of the old handouts were the shortcut keys to my memories. What a journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dug up an article entitled, "Listen Up", an interview with Joyce Meyer and felt it blog-worthy. What she has said in the article threw up many issues and understandings that I feel many Christians ought to be reminded of today, even and especially in big churches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this half a year, many things has happened among the churches that has caused some unpleasant controversy. I may not have been at church to hear what representatives have to say, but I feel that some believers may have run too far from what God may have intended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some snippets of her interview:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic; "&gt;"You have to be able to say 'no'. You have to not be overly concerned about what people think. You have to realise you cannot do everything yourself... Just because you're anointed by the Holy Spirit doesn't mean that God's given you the job to save the whole world. We all have a part as a member of the body, and we have to do our part."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic; "&gt;"People want a word from God, but they don't want to take the responsibility to hear Him themselves. So, they will tell you, "I want to hear from God," but they want somebody else to confirm it. Or, they're so afraid they're not hearing from God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic; "&gt;"The Bible says every person should be lead by the Spirit of God individually. Every person has an anointing. It's not that you don't take advice from anybody, but you can't run somebody else's life, nor can you let somebody else run your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;"What God's in is fruitful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Actually, I believe wisdom is sanctified common sense. My definition of wisdom is to do now what you're going to be happy with later on - and late on always comes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what I have done is the lazy way of just transcribing some sentences from this article that are important to me and not really talking about it. I wish I could but it's basically a summary of questions I have and events that have taken place in this good half a year. To start going on would take too long and I wouldn't have enough sleep for work tomorrow. But if you're reading this blog after months of it being untouched, then I hope it can be some food for thought for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day, I hope that all of our walks with God will be genuinely ours, in spite of what other people are saying and doing. Hear from God Himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that I can make it for cell tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight and God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-2786524632058095949?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2786524632058095949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=2786524632058095949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2786524632058095949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2786524632058095949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2010/07/listen-up.html' title='Listen Up'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-1559867005684616847</id><published>2010-03-19T10:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:34:04.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching in a new start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I really am at a lost of time and date since I started working again. I have lots to learn and feel inadequate for so many things despite having studied so much. Well, it wasn't enough. Sometimes I thought about why I studied so much, but at times I was glad I took time off to study and enjoyed life as a student. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm about to sleep soon to get ready for my night shift ( I really have nothing much to say in such a short time) except that I miss everyone I know. Life has become very focused and a bit narrow, so to speak, that I only seem to have one purpose right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some photos of what I have been looking at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6Lp7pXErEI/AAAAAAAABIU/L82VshXM-as/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6Lp7pXErEI/AAAAAAAABIU/L82VshXM-as/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450175709995904066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The roof top 'garden' space that consists of a few pots. mainly a place for people to smoke and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6Lp7IsFXnI/AAAAAAAABIM/UhSanmVyQgE/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6Lp7IsFXnI/AAAAAAAABIM/UhSanmVyQgE/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450175701225660018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My senior's beloved guitar that she plays and is very good at playing by ear. cool! she's our in-house musician! hehe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6Lp6a5HOGI/AAAAAAAABIE/FCyJPV464e8/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6Lp6a5HOGI/AAAAAAAABIE/FCyJPV464e8/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450175688932276322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My colleague's specs that I quite like. Maybe I should have chosen a plastic frame instead... oh well, live with it for now. Fingers belong to another colleague.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6Lp5iVeFtI/AAAAAAAABH8/3SkPtpTk5zY/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6Lp5iVeFtI/AAAAAAAABH8/3SkPtpTk5zY/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450175673750394578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The adorable puffs of dust featured in Totoro animation by Miyazaki, that is resting on the computer screen. I had to shift the black puffs out of the way cos they keep blocking my view of the date and time! haha. My boss is such a fan! AND the whole room is filled with toys!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6Lp5K8NN3I/AAAAAAAABH0/hvOh2WMR9M0/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6Lp5K8NN3I/AAAAAAAABH0/hvOh2WMR9M0/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450175667470415730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovely narrow corridor outside the editing suites. The coloured, stained-glass light from outside tells us whether it is day or night... duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6LmuMdT4uI/AAAAAAAABHk/YBoXevO8US0/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6LmuMdT4uI/AAAAAAAABHk/YBoXevO8US0/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450172180364255970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The editing stations I've been using for now. They're renovating the place so things are gonna get a little messy over the next few weeks. But i like their big monitors. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6LmslY4qDI/AAAAAAAABHU/NT7HWw6Cytw/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6LmslY4qDI/AAAAAAAABHU/NT7HWw6Cytw/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450172152696842290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6LmsI_E27I/AAAAAAAABHM/q6aCvlU-0Dk/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6LmsI_E27I/AAAAAAAABHM/q6aCvlU-0Dk/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450172145072397234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND... The ever so cute Scrum!! From Lilo and Stitch! I love it so much. it is so big, about the height of my torso. and it's enormous head is soo adorable! My senior decorates the editing suite with it. soo cute.... I want a Scrum too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also like to make a call out to friends who would be free and willing to accompany me for suppers on weekday or weekends cos night shift is messing up my bioclock and i can't just sleep in the night otherwise my shift work will suffer come monday night... talk about monday blues... Hope to see you people soon. ciaos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-1559867005684616847?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1559867005684616847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=1559867005684616847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1559867005684616847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1559867005684616847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2010/03/marching-in-new-start.html' title='Marching in a new start'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S6Lp7pXErEI/AAAAAAAABIU/L82VshXM-as/s72-c/IMG_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-3543116547417742169</id><published>2010-02-28T00:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T01:44:32.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Blessings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It was my first time back at cell again after quite some time especially after my holiday. I think I have so much to thank God for. But I couldn't choose which.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Like after looking at recently property prices, car prices, and even the increase in kopitiam prices that I noticed (again) since I came back, it's quite a shock and I feel a twinge of horror at how I'm going to live my life next time. How am I going to pay for all these things?? and still live!? It made me feel very thankful for the home I have with my family right now. I thank God they made the right decision in buying this flat. Now we can host cells and invite ppl over whenever we have the 'guts' to. Plus the location is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But if I could begin counting my blessings in a much overdue post for this new year of 2010, it would probably be like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My family &lt;/span&gt;- After going on a holiday I realise how much I really like my family (not that I didn't know already) but I like the energy we have together. Holidays are never really the same without them. While I was away, they even rearranged my room furniture and painted my room pink!! haha! I love my new room layout now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The divinely organised planning from 2009-2010 &lt;/span&gt;-  My 2 jobs, 6-week-long holiday, driving lessons and test date fitted in like a jigsaw in a way I couldn't believe. Everyone was asking how I managed to get 1 month leave! And I still managed to get my 2nd job despite being away for 2 months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perth Holiday &lt;/span&gt;- Thank God I finally got my chance to go to Aussie for the first time in my life. Since I had been paying for my driving, money was tight, not to mention my low 'celery' from my contract job. Thank you to Qin, his parents and his friends who helped me with accommodation, transport, food and groceries shared by economies of scale... It was a trip I'll never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RenovAID&lt;/span&gt; - It was indeed an eye opener. Having worked with a celebrity, and a company who slowly and gently 'promoted' me along the way through the months has given me a gem of an opportunity to do many things a newcomer normally doesn't get the chance to do. I have learnt a lot of things which I hope I can bring into my future work life. I have been scarred to see, work with, befriend and help the poor in this country on a superficial level. Despite being physically scarred as well [ =( ] , maybe it serves to be a reminder to me to always remember them as I get on with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;My close friends and friends who make me feel better socially and emotionally. You know who you are. Thanks for being yourself around me and letting me love you as my friend. Thanks for helping me keep myself in check too, though you may not know it. You help me find my equilibrium when I needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;To my IJ girls, who have stuck around with each other no matter how different we all are, we bring freshness and insanity everywhere we go. You go babes! To my cells whom we have seen each other grow up in many ways and move into different stages of our lives, I'm thankful I can learn from so many of you, and those who have experienced ahead of me. I feel safe with all of you. To my NTU friends, who have seen the worst and most tired moments in my life, thanks for the support, friendship and creativity we can share in this same field. Hope we can grow our friendships beyond school too, and GAMbatTE in our first jobs! To my UCLA friends, wow, no matter where in the world you all may be right now, thanks for taking the difficult time out to meet up especially in between flights! It was special how we all got together, LA will forever be so cool cos of you guys. I hope our endeavours be victorious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt; - It was last year '09. Wow that was like a long time ago. How we have all moved on. I close one phase in my life and open to the next. I can put what's been done behind and move on to see where it will take me. I'm afraid, yet believing it will take me somewhere. It has to be. One step at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driving&lt;/span&gt; - The much awaited test came and it was over. I couldn't believe I passed my driving test! All that self talk that I must pass at my first go really works. No way I want to go to the new driving school at Woodlands and take more lessons just to learn parking without poles. I'd rather learn that myself for free. haha. I couldn't believe I paid for my own driving lessons! I feel happier passing driving than my modules at school. WIERD. I hope I am a safe driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyesight &lt;/span&gt;- During my Perth trip, my specs became loose, warranting a need to be changed. So I went for my eye check up. My myopia degree has gone down by 50 in one eye and 25 in the other! Usually it just goes up and up, so I was really surprised it went down. (if only sg has more land that we can see far off places...) I will have new specs soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Very Special Someone &lt;/span&gt;- Qin has been really the greatest. Even after seeing all my flaws, he still loves me. so yay~ I can't say anything else that can make me happier. ^-^ . He has such a big heart. I love. C:  Tiger! to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; - For still being here with me all the time. No matter what. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-3543116547417742169?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3543116547417742169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=3543116547417742169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3543116547417742169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3543116547417742169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2010/02/blessings.html' title='Blessings.'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-5875661339489290451</id><published>2010-02-23T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:37:17.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swan River Birds</title><content type='html'>I kind of miss nature.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singapore is a Garden City, of the manicured green and brown. Coloured flowers are sprinkled here and there by hand. Trees planted in perfect unison and spacing along the highway and residential roads. Each tree is like picture in an art gallery, spaced out, admired (and sometimes not). The grass is neat. And on a path people take often, it will eventually be decided that cement be poured over it to create an official footpath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S4P_XqgegqI/AAAAAAAABHE/lvTqSHJV9SI/s320/_1010771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441473556806271650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss sitting in front of the birds, seeing them peck at the fruit that falls from the tree above me. The waves lap gently before me as the yachts hung anchored at a distance, bobbing with the quiet excitement of the deliciously clear water. I want to reach out and drink from the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S4P_WvCwIlI/AAAAAAAABG0/Nhegw1O35g0/s320/_1010758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441473540843905618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only that 1 hr did I sit like that. If only I didn't have to go back so soon. I could sit and think, reflect and write, and read. It would be as refreshing as the happy sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birds seemed to not mind my presence. They let me take up their feeding space. They let me watch them play, run and chase each other, observe the personalities of the birds, and they watched me watching them. They let me sing to them with my rusty, soft, untuned voice. I wondered if they understood what I was singing about. Yet they continued to watch me innocently, their eyes seemed amused and patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S4P_WypJleI/AAAAAAAABG8/RlA_JAILn1c/s320/_1010764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441473541810263522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never felt that close to a bird. It seemed ridiculous to say that. Their reputation of being bird brained did them no good. They did seem so childish and aimless. Yet, they made me realise the life outside the city. There is life in places outside brick walls and tinted glass. They helped me slow down the rush I've learnt to build up inside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S4P_VXWl6eI/AAAAAAAABGk/AHexrfkI8ao/s320/_1010741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441473517304801762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I don't have to do anything. Just be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm touched to see this plaque nailed to the bench I was sitting on. Someone dedicated it to their parents who loved the river. This bench sits facing the river under a shady tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S4P_WJWA2qI/AAAAAAAABGs/IofqumCqzWw/s320/_1010743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441473530724145826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-5875661339489290451?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5875661339489290451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=5875661339489290451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5875661339489290451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5875661339489290451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2010/02/swan-river-birds.html' title='Swan River Birds'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S4P_XqgegqI/AAAAAAAABHE/lvTqSHJV9SI/s72-c/_1010771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-6508959614544080584</id><published>2010-02-23T14:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:07:54.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things new.</title><content type='html'>I really haven't been the most active since I came back to town. In fact, it's almost driving me nuts and I really have to get my limbs moving a tad more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is starting next monday and I feel like I'm too well rested in my final week up before work becomes my life. I have grown a fondness for staying at home as if I'm not going to see it again. Or I might see it in the dark. As you can now see, I'm having dark and extreme thoughts drifting in my head even before Monday comes. Maybe I'm just getting lazy and I've got no one else to blame for that. I'm beginning to think it is not healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, there have been good news happening all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad renewed my family's combined SingTel subscription and we got a new Samsung touch screen hp and an iPhone! Whoa! (well, that iPhone is now self proclaimed mine. *evil laughter) Part of the iPhone deal is that everyday, my family members will take turns to play a daily dose of iPhone games before they take their restful sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even right now I'm teaching my dad how to play iPhone games. Maybe it might help their minds stay active and updated. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However it looks a little awkward when a group of friends or people come together and their attention is all on the iPhone instead of on each other. I think our fellow human beings deserve more attention than gadgets do, that's all. Though I must admit that I can get carried away on it cos the entertainment value is soo addictive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little brother got his first handphone too! Daddy finally got him a simcard and he's now inducted into the world of mobile phones, just like the rest of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was my first driving test and all that nerve calming, self talk, and clammy confidence were worth it because I passed! Now I can finally drive a manual car on my own! Or Auto car! BUT I DON'T HAVE A CAR! So that's that. but i'm still happy about this little achievement. I feel more high from it than passing my modules at school. haha. Maybe because it is soooo expensive and the pressure to pass it at one go is strong. After this, there will be no more poles to practice parking with and SSDC is moving from AMK to Woodlands! (That's good news to my Sembawang friends. ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that hype aside, driving needs practice after all. and if I don't practice, I foresee I might lose it. The downside is, we didn't practice driving on the expressways either, so I'm not very sure if I can do that yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room is rearranged! and i like the new look very much. My mum had 40 people over at our house on Sat for dinner and the kids hung out in my room playing Munchkin. That being said, I have yet to tidy it up completely, but at least I'm finally throwing things away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like breaking out. like jumping around. like being all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like joining a club maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A game of badminton anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the year of the TIGER. my year, my year! I should roar and run about! ROAR~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-6508959614544080584?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6508959614544080584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=6508959614544080584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6508959614544080584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6508959614544080584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-things-new.html' title='Some things new.'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-4871938063758907918</id><published>2010-02-04T11:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:39:53.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Picnic in the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is one of the rich estates in Perth, called Dalkeith. As you can see, it is a suburb next to the Swan River. It's strange now that in the past, settlements live by the river for agricultural irrigation but now, people just like to live there because it is beautiful. The World of the Rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, geography aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S2o84AFpUfI/AAAAAAAABGU/_QXcHlaKW6w/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434222833169945074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just outside the big and rich homes is a lovely and quiet small park that overlooks Swan River. What a nice house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S2o7070mOaI/AAAAAAAABGM/4vkY7-csisA/s320/DSCN5908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434221680973461922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day we were tired of cooking and Qin ordered Broadway Pizza for dinner and drove us to that park to eat. The sun was still far from setting at about 6.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S2o70NxUhdI/AAAAAAAABGE/rKLFzYcIY5k/s1600-h/DSCN5907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S2o70NxUhdI/AAAAAAAABGE/rKLFzYcIY5k/s320/DSCN5907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434221668611687890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S2o7yJXd6TI/AAAAAAAABFs/-L3gIomLMmE/s320/DSCN5902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434221633069771058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S2o7y9-rscI/AAAAAAAABF0/oyNgnTO4acI/s320/DSCN5904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434221647192895938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww~ My first pizza picnic date in Perth on a grassy park. hehe. How thoughtful of him. I love picnics. and pizzas were yummy too! mmm.. Thin crusts... I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a magpie looking at our food too. So cute to see wild parrots around. Quite refreshing to see them outside a cage, the birdpark and people's homes. Didn't take a picture of them though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S2o7zUJos1I/AAAAAAAABF8/pqfHdFqhnHw/s320/DSCN5911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434221653144417106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how it is so quiet and peaceful in that area. After dinner, Qin and I decided to do some spying and followed some cars, in particularly Asians driving those nice cars, just to see where they live. and WHOA, they live grand. Big homes, big garages, and very decorated gardens. haha. Living spontaneously over here right now, and feeding off a bit of adventure. yum. It helps to have 2 weird people who like to do weird things together. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel such a sharp contrast to when I was working on RenovAID where I only saw poor homes, and now, I'm driven around to see so many big luxurious houses. What is life all about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, time for me to get out of the library and meet Qin. We're sending a friend off to S'pore right after this. Ciao! or should I say, Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S2o-Nuk8tMI/AAAAAAAABGc/8rejA5YqQJo/s320/Image1193.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434224305938150594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-4871938063758907918?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4871938063758907918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=4871938063758907918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4871938063758907918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4871938063758907918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2010/02/pizza-picnic-in-park.html' title='Pizza Picnic in the Park'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S2o84AFpUfI/AAAAAAAABGU/_QXcHlaKW6w/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-8880589472073465753</id><published>2010-01-10T23:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:38:03.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week at Perth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi All and Happy 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I updated this blog. Am currently in Perth till CNY eve. It's really a trip away from home. Wish I could upload all my pictures but I'm using a prepaid internet and we are watching the megabytes like some women watch calories. Well anyhows, here are a few. :) More to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S0nwu9FtfgI/AAAAAAAABFU/_TYf_xLr1v8/s320/_1018584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425131915607637506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited King's Park nearby. It's a national park next to the bay and it is lovely! Lots of grassy lawns, fountains, even a Henderson Wave lookalike feature! We went back there again today to  play frisbee along the grassy stretch with his friend there today. The weather is very nice here too, sunny yet they have cool breezes sometimes and it can get quite chilled at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S0nwvWBlr8I/AAAAAAAABFc/V7EARRJNLUg/s320/_1018757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425131922301235138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Qin's class, we toured around the UWA campus. It's an awesome campus. Love their buildings and it's got a very romantic feel to it. Furthermore, there are clear blue skies almost everyday. Lovely. We sat on the grass in front of the clock tower to relax under the tree, not something I'd do back in town cos of humid mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S0nwvlulz4I/AAAAAAAABFk/LrX4KZJbKLk/s320/_1018784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425131926516518786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting things around campus. This is taken at the ARTS building at UWA. I like it a lot. Says a lot about the Arts course and I agree. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked about Perth City but I didn't have my camera with me. =( No worries, I'll be back there again so will be taking more photos. On the whole, I feel like I'm really living here although I almost have no purpose here. haha. Basically just relaxing and not really rushing to do anything much besides resting. Hence, we've been doing lots of cooking and grocery shopping, which brings me back to the point about living here. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My skin gets dry easily over here without sg's humidity, though I love the dryness in a way as my face gets less oily and perspire less. Slabbing on lots of sunblock and moisturisers around that i'm making the bubble space around me smell.... haha!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will try to update soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G'd day mates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-8880589472073465753?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8880589472073465753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=8880589472073465753' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8880589472073465753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8880589472073465753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week-at-perth.html' title='First week at Perth'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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/_Tk7h8yrHDns/S0nwu9FtfgI/AAAAAAAABFU/_TYf_xLr1v8/s72-c/_1018584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-7290821596748788739</id><published>2009-12-06T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:40:29.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Clement and Annie!</title><content type='html'>Clement is married!!!! Whoohoo!!&lt;div&gt;and i have no photos yet!! We shall wait for the wedding dinner next week and we shall have lots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has truly made it his own wedding when he almost forgot what he was supposed to say during his "I will" part and his vows part, but that's why we all love him so the way he is. Annie and Clement look so good in their photos!! WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love your thank you speeches. it IS very sincere. =) love it! Probably the most different one i've ever heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and well done Clement for taking our advice with your cream white shoes. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish you all the very happiest bliss. Happy for both of you~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be Cat and Nigel's wedding! Looking forward to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-7290821596748788739?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7290821596748788739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=7290821596748788739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7290821596748788739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7290821596748788739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/12/congratulations-clement-and-annie.html' title='Congratulations Clement and Annie!'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-462275213916897735</id><published>2009-11-21T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:56:32.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>season to sing again</title><content type='html'>i had almost forgotten what it is like to just worship the Lord in my own room.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a season, songs and music had left me. not sure what it was. but i wished it to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently my fingers touched my piano again. recently, it started playing again. my heart wants to fill my house with music. with life. with his presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently my hands picked up the guitar again. recently my fingers feel the soreness of pressing strings. my hands and arms and body feeling the rhythm of strumming the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently the songs reminded me of who He is. it reminded me again why i loved him. it reminded me He loves me and He is with me. nothing else is as important. nobody else is as important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, i play so badly. but in my room, i can play at my own speed, sing my own melodies to the same lyrics, make up my own lyrics, repeat as many times as i want, sing whichever verses whichever songs, as loudly or softly, a cappella or with my instrument, break into silence or pray whenever i want to. and i love the worship time better than anywhere in church. it's my personal worship to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is my version to the song, He's the reason for the Tears on my guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the interesting thing is that during the session, i thought the boil on my leg shrank a little and became less red, turning a slight pink instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think it went back to normal again now. hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-462275213916897735?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/462275213916897735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=462275213916897735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/462275213916897735'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that Qin is back, we'd count the hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we could contact each other anytime of the day. it's like the greatest thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't express how happy I am. My heart is doing little skips inside all day. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't imagine how we made it through all those months. but we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we can finally do things together! like having dinner together, sit in a car together, hear each other laugh at jokes, play Mario Kart on the NDS with my brothers (though i keep losing, haha) and watch shows/movies. and maybe do jigsaw puzzles too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-6198286310173404411?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6198286310173404411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=6198286310173404411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6198286310173404411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6198286310173404411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/11/every-semester-was-like-cycle.html' title='Qin is back!'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-6235801077309210985</id><published>2009-11-12T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:55:16.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>I had a nice talk with one of my colleagues and it helped me realise one thing... that i may not be as happy as i was 1 year ago. i truly radiated in joy and life and i felt so at home when i was there with these people last year. i would also say, on all grounds, i felt lighter, more positive, jubilant and thankful for everything little, even minute thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps it was the cumulative frustration i felt in this one year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps it was the people i met along the way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps it was just simply a change in character?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps it was the lifestyle of work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps it was the lifestyle of nothing regular and routine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do not know. but i do want to be happier. and the pursuit of happiness cannot be after happiness. it has to be after Love. by that, i mean, God. the Love of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know how people say you can tell if a person is in love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he/she will radiate and glow and look more beautiful than they had been before. their warm and joy beams the entire room. or how their eyes sparkle at the mention of a special name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember fondly how i was eating a burger before a lecture (we didn't have time for dinner break!) and a classmate of mine sitting in front of me turned around and caught a glance of me taking a bite. he took a double take and ended up looking for more than a few seconds. after some prodding, he finally stuttered that he couldn't believe how happy i looked eating my food. my eyes sparkled. i had no clue what he was talking about. i was just chewing. hahaha. but i do remember how in love i was at that time. and i could feel it in my bones and have this 'high' in my brain wherever i walk. it makes me want to sing, dance (but i didn't want to embarrass myself) and act funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i find that these days, i've lost it. i can't bring myself to be like that because it would take lots of effort, and i might most probably end up more tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its time to find He who loves endlessly and unconditionally and ask Him to fill me again with this love, so i can give it out and share it around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'the joy of the Lord, is my strength.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so it will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-6235801077309210985?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6235801077309210985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Goodbye my Shirtbag</title><content type='html'>Someone stole my shirt bag!!!&lt;div&gt;It was taken away while i was at work and it contains my precious wallet (with ic, cards and all), keys, work diary, my favourite uber cool umbrella and my mac laptop charger... lost a gift diana gave me from taiwan, and a nice name card holder dear bought for me at convocation, my dear's photo (as well as mine)... and of course some cash. sigh sigh sigh. why so tragic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year tragedy struck my handphone (water soaked over it and therefore it crashed) just in july, and now this. the greatest irony is that the very day i lost my things, i was actually nagging my colleague not to leave her valuables, aka laptop, wallet, camera equipment... and who'd think i'd actually get to tell the unfortunate tale?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bag was kept together with everyone else's, only that it was on top. hence it was the first to go. only when i was going to check on our belongings that i realised it was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my shirt bag and everything in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am relieved though that no one took the laptops...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my job is changing me in more ways than one. LITERALLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home at 3am that night and woke up at 7.30am. then spent a few hours walking around settling all these procedures for lost things. i've got blisters in my feet. =( bad shoes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i got a chance to change my bank atm cards (uob has a nicer atm card now though, just launched 3 days ago) and renew my pin number ( i actually forgot my pin... shows how much i actually used it), and my ocbc atm card was starting to peel, so now its new and shiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my fear is that someone might start coming to my house with the keys since they know my address... paranoia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-2516437022150861658?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2516437022150861658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=2516437022150861658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2516437022150861658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2516437022150861658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-my-shirtbag.html' title='Goodbye my Shirtbag'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-5949891718602430639</id><published>2009-11-08T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:09:11.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Matters</title><content type='html'>We had a very lively cell discussion on friday, and it is still lingering in my mind till now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things had been forgotten until we brought it up. yixin shared about her experience. some of us had our own set of difficulties to face too though it was too easy just saying it. i was afraid i made some things sound too easy. because they really are not. it is so tempting to compare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i consider myself blessed. blessed to have some difficulties to make me learn how to overcome. blessed to see some fruits, and blessed to be taught perseverance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week made me think again about the people i see everyday (most of them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how the commandment 'honour thy father and mother' is actually a commandment, and not just a suggestion. and also to love your brother (and sister).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking with someone about some things in our childhood brought back even more memories and how things seem to be so different now. some things don't change though. or rather, they have not changed YET. i can only do my part in the family and hope for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the common phrase i keep hearing now is, ' i know it's not your job, but can you help me/do this...?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i wonder if there's such a thing as this phrase in the family? should have right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was reminded about how many people have gripes and complaints about their parents and how they have been affected by them too. how their parents have changed their lives. how they are who they are today because of their parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am reminded to continuously be merciful and forgiving, and to be thankful, for i have been given a treasure i shall not trade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-5949891718602430639?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5949891718602430639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=5949891718602430639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5949891718602430639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5949891718602430639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-matters.html' title='Family Matters'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-3734138149735858765</id><published>2009-11-02T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:23:41.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Yell Fire</title><content type='html'>Just watched this video called 'Just Yell Fire', it is a self defence video for girls initiated by this very vocal girl. what an admiration to begin something so valuable and practical to all girls.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visit this website and download the film. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.justyellfire.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLbzvbTLIgY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLbzvbTLIgY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually hope I won't HAVE to use it but it might come in handy when i visit the country Down Under.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-3734138149735858765?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3734138149735858765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=3734138149735858765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3734138149735858765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3734138149735858765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-yell-fire.html' title='Just Yell Fire'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-1898843741817195753</id><published>2009-11-01T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:01:30.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blotched</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I spent the whole day with my little brother playing games and brought him to church. Really feel that with everyone getting so caught up with what we’re doing, we forget those who need our presence. Especially family. Like they say, when all things come to an end, what matters most is our relationships with the people most important to us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;About work: it is a good thing I took up this job. Never mind the pay or how it’s not directly related to what I studied. Or etc. but I knew it when I knew it I had to take up this job. It was strange. I had peace. Well, timing was perfect. The topic was my pet cause. But only God would know what was in store for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, to skip the whole intro part, I currently suspect I’m being spiritually attacked. I never used to believe it much before but now it’s dawning on me as I become more involved in my role as a researcher. Basically, I’m entering people’s homes a lot of the time and some of them have housed (harmful) spirits. This was even affirmed by those who are of a different faith than me and hence, seems to be clearer to me that those things are really true (and evil). (sometimes they’d follow the crew home and wouldn’t leave until even their socks are thrown away.) Homes nowadays have huge statues and symbols. I mean, I was even ‘attacked’ by someone who was mentally unsound by whose family is of the same religion as I am- I bear no grudges at all. How could I be angry with such a person? Where is safe now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At this house (which was a huge mess), all I did was help them clean up the place for barely an hour, and I got bitten by an insect (or was it?) when the rest of the crew had been there for the past 2 days with no bites or side effects. How can that be? Did I disturb anything? But why was I the exception right? Well, it’s been 1 entire month and I’ve got a swollen bite on my leg. Yucks. i hope medication really works. And lots of prayer too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I was warned. And I better believe it. Perhaps I was weak that’s why I was targeted. So I’m warned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did I mention that I’m sick again? Coughing badly this time. Again. I tell you, for the whole 4 years of recent school and toil and I hardly fell sick to simple flu and cough. Even when I had so little sleep. Now I keep falling sick. There’s no reason! I believe I’m actually well rested these days. It was comforting though that while I was at church today I did not cough at all. Everyone thought I was fine. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, please pray for me too. =) thank you…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-1898843741817195753?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1898843741817195753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=1898843741817195753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1898843741817195753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1898843741817195753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/11/blotched.html' title='Blotched'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-8307965161422749872</id><published>2009-10-26T14:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:09:36.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-for-1 Ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SuVBlqWVnxI/AAAAAAAABFE/-pHrXXO3lOQ/s1600-h/Image0777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SuVBlqWVnxI/AAAAAAAABFE/-pHrXXO3lOQ/s320/Image0777.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396791843752353554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta go to Swensons! haha. And that's where we went. I had been blessed with a few vouchers from my colleague and went on a treat with Jo. WAH! Ice creams were so nice and big. and not to mention we had a wonderful girl time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SuVD8OiaMRI/AAAAAAAABFM/mh2rqxEF5lo/s320/Image0775.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396794430447038738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find such a treasure of discovery whenever we meet up. it's our special time. always knowing and thanking the One who is with us all the time. After our sessions, I feel like i've done enough talking for the whole day and can find this satisfaction of being quiet for the rest of the day. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning to thank God. Living to thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were actually sitting at Pasta Mania for lunch when I met a social worker I'd worked with recently. It was so nice somehow, to meet 'new' people I've met through this first job. Felt like an entry into the working world. yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past week had been one of intensity. and so called, being in harm's way. I wished I had the wisdom to avoid such situations but also, it made me think twice about the people I'm working with. Welfare is really important after all. Especially when you will be at it in the long term. I think I've absorbed quite enough for a small job like this. (physically, emotionally, medically). I'm down with the sneezes and cough AGAIN. Didn't think it'll affect me so much, but haha, i can still take it. It's good experience anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hope that there'll be ears to listen to needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-8307965161422749872?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8307965161422749872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=8307965161422749872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8307965161422749872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8307965161422749872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-for-1-ice-cream.html' title='1-for-1 Ice cream'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SuVBlqWVnxI/AAAAAAAABFE/-pHrXXO3lOQ/s72-c/Image0777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-7927561207557370865</id><published>2009-10-20T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:55:54.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To emerge from under the blanket of unknowns and the shadows of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To take back what belongs to you that you have given away for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To re-shuffle helpless negative words out of your vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To poke your weaknesses between the eyes and work it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realise your own worth and the things you can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To improve without comparing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For true happiness with yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see how awesome you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hug and love yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To learn to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conquer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-7927561207557370865?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7927561207557370865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=7927561207557370865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7927561207557370865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7927561207557370865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time.'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-8402852636736962235</id><published>2009-10-19T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:11:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 more days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know, hall life is not so bad after all. Besides, I had spent wondrous time just simply sitting and chatting with friends who matter to me during those late hours on the bed or the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That seems to be the thing I love to do in the world. haha. Just relaxing and having a good heart to heart chat or just hanging out with friends. There is an invisible magical wand that spins friendship and bonding during those times enclosed in our own world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish to have more of that nowadays. I want to have that with my loved ones more. I love sleep overs, even if the person who stays over in my room happens to be my brother from the next room. I'll know how he sounds like when he sleeps. haha. The feeling of closeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait till Qin comes back. Oh how I can spend all my local time with everyone else and yet still feel closer to him despite how little we see of each other. It's not the length of time, it's not the length of time...i say. But I miss him so. I even miss the car he drives. Douglas! *pat pat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26 more days! Then we can start to spend our weekends together. Or our week nights over dinner. Play games. Cook and eat together. Have fun with family. Take leisurely strolls. Sit together and have timeless chats. Explore sg island... or walk across sg. Shop! So many things to look forward to! 26 more days!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of games, my brother borrowed a Wii console with 3 controllers from a friend and we've been blasting and having a fun time. We even had some little kids who'd come over and stay because WE now have Wii. Love saying that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over last Sunday, my house seemed like a childcare centre. Man. And when I didn't know what to do with them, I brought them all over to my grandma's house. Boy was that funny. haha. Bumped into a childhood friend of mine/grandma's friend in the neighbourhood and told them i'm leading a tour of 6 (including my brothers) to my granny's. No parents around. What horrific noise they make. hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, as of now, my dad is still trying to beat the Wii computer at table tennis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we never really grow old inside. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-8402852636736962235?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8402852636736962235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=8402852636736962235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8402852636736962235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8402852636736962235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/10/26-more-days.html' title='26 more days!'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-6849455334709897175</id><published>2009-10-08T13:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:13:15.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For.Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Ss2Bi1P4c3I/AAAAAAAABE8/jFEhaF23J4I/s1600-h/binoculars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Ss2Bi1P4c3I/AAAAAAAABE8/jFEhaF23J4I/s320/binoculars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390106764441580402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Been realizing how much I need to think ahead of time, think far, lOOk far, and not be preoccupied staring at little bits of detail though they are important, but shouldn't take my sight away from the main things that will drive me forward. Those details should be second nature to me BY NOW.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this minute fear of stumbling has caused me to be so short sighted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK FAR. THINK FAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get a proper to do list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about today. Tomorrow. The day after. Next week. The month after. 6 months from now. Next year. 5 years. 10 years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about the people I love and what I can do for them. The next few days... Long term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything all adds up. As we can already see. feel. hear. taste. bump. push and shove. whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, in other words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ForeSight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't have it. Get it. Don't care, don't know how, just do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my own good sake and yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-6849455334709897175?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6849455334709897175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=6849455334709897175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6849455334709897175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6849455334709897175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/10/forsight.html' title='For.Sight'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Ss2Bi1P4c3I/AAAAAAAABE8/jFEhaF23J4I/s72-c/binoculars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-2831507890913213895</id><published>2009-10-07T00:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:59:21.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Matters</title><content type='html'>First of all.&lt;div&gt;Everyone should only spend money they already have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This rule should ALWAYS be followed unless you need to purchase a big item, such as a home, which you are confident you can pay back AND which you really NEED and have thought over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to SAVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saving means: You leave the money aside for a rainy day or future need. NOT for a shopping expense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one owes you a living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be responsible for your financial state and do not be greedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Failure to do those 3 simple steps will burden not only you, but people around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Success to do that, will make you a refuge of life and comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gambling is such a kill joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It kills your joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-2831507890913213895?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2831507890913213895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=2831507890913213895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2831507890913213895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2831507890913213895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/10/money-matters.html' title='Money Matters'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-8249846171418399907</id><published>2009-10-06T23:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:42:42.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out with Anch</title><content type='html'>Went on a photography trip with Angela for her digital darkroom exercise. I was such a long time since I went on a trip, so I was eager to go and get some practice myself. It was nice to get some sunshine (anything for the sake of photography) and travelled quite a bit that day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Ssto7N86wxI/AAAAAAAABD8/fAQ_4x9iz5A/s320/fencing2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389516745645671186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to find this abandoned house at Pungol that I saw last year where I filmed at with my internship company. But it's been a year and Pungol has been building that area up, so I wasn't sure if it'll still be around. It was worth a try. We walked one round but didn't see it. So we decided to take the LRT for fun, since I hadn't tried an LRT until last Sunday. Witnessed a cute sight of 2 men putting up white fences in a vast green field. It was like I was watching a children's storybook of Bob the Builder or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Sstrhju05GI/AAAAAAAABEU/yeTyc_Ffe48/s320/pungolhse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389519603350430818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw the house on the LRT and got off to find it. Well, in a year, the house that used to have barren, dry ground surrounding it has now been changed to tall, perilous bushes that threatened us with red dragonflies (I tried to shoot it though), mysterious little streams, and wet soil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Ssto5jdz7rI/AAAAAAAABDk/8syA5qhCBoU/s320/angelabushes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389516717061041842" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well apparently I let Angela go first at being brave while I simply shot photos. haha. The long grass were mighty pokey. Lesson learnt: Never wear shorts to ULU places. Sadly, we gave up and journeyed on to our 2nd location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Sstsu_-Io5I/AAAAAAAABEc/hT56PI9Sr0U/s320/_A048225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389520933780759442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way to Botanic Gardens, we passed by Killiney Road. Oh! My childhood neighbourhood where my granny used to stay. I wanted to show her where Mitre Hotel was/is. So we got off. I loved the instant spontaneity of our day. However, the hotel had been sold recently (think it was last year?) and the premise is now closed. We went to the surrounding area to check it out from a distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SstsvYWvKiI/AAAAAAAABEk/UCAK8M5QdD4/s320/_A048232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389520940326398498" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered the first time I saw it was when my cousin drove us in on a dark and random night. It was hauntingly spooky from the outside. But no fears during the day. phew. It was a functioning hotel to its very last. yes, those are the windows to your 1-star hotel room. It now rests on a very prime area. It is so posh now that lining the road are beautiful condos that shouts grandeur all over. Makes me want to stay in one of those...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SstrhIwUdhI/AAAAAAAABEM/xF2yUIn0Zq4/s320/killineygarden3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389519596108936722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, since I was so near Lloyd road, I couldn't resist to peek. Apparently some of the old neighbours are still living there, but I doubt they'll recognise me... Nostalgia galore~ We saw this very ancient garden and the gate had been broken! So nothing stopped us from venturing in. It was a huge garden treasure that resembled a mini 'planted' forest... a fairy's playground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Ssto7tnuC-I/AAAAAAAABEE/iCF59Qv2HUQ/s320/killineygarden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389516754146692066" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I showed Anch where LKY's father stayed. Sorry no pictures for that. It was heavily guarded with standing soldiers on watch at the gates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, onward! Back to our botanic gardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Ssto6l5H-xI/AAAAAAAABD0/etIWKFbKVtU/s320/botanichse2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389516734892342034" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SstxcvjPBMI/AAAAAAAABEs/JO6CZszQPyk/s320/_A048290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389526117693457602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were initially spooked by this big gate we saw earlier but phew it wasn't through THAT gate. We walked on. Tucked behind our lovely touristy Botanic gardens is this gi-normous colonial building/mansion. We were told there were surveillance cameras. We didn't go into the house tho Anch's friends did once before. I seem to have lost my guts as I age. sigh. So yup, we didn't go in too and just stayed outside around the house. We only freaked out and left when we finally saw the giant surveillance camera that had 3 beeping red lights right above the main door. Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SstxdHKg6oI/AAAAAAAABE0/UR-vMA46HDg/s320/botanichse3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389526124032223874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, so apparently it had been a day of old (colonial) houses, almost. But it was nice and something I was get tanned for. I've been wanting to work on my photography again so if any of you out there are going on a trip. BRING ME ALONG PLEASE?! hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Ssto6N8cFyI/AAAAAAAABDs/dWzi6SQoDrk/s320/botanichse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389516728463791906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-8249846171418399907?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8249846171418399907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=8249846171418399907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8249846171418399907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8249846171418399907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-out-with-anch.html' title='Day out with Anch'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Ssto7N86wxI/AAAAAAAABD8/fAQ_4x9iz5A/s72-c/fencing2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-2075897748281062128</id><published>2009-09-25T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:26:24.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-baking!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Jo came over and we had our first ever baking session! Finally!&lt;div&gt;It was really funny cos even though I had printed the recipe from online, both of us just weren't the instructions reading type... if you know what i mean. But Jo had the cake experience to get us out of certain messes. Thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was hilariously fun. right jo, right right? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all the rest of my very experienced and profit-earning cheesecake-baker friends, please shed some advice on how to make a better cheesecake. haha. That's one of the few cakes I can make at home now partly (or largely) because I don't have an proper oven to make any other bake cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SruaPCSKKPI/AAAAAAAABDc/qBs95cvxPBk/s320/cheesecake2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385067362553309426" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SruaOp6-_hI/AAAAAAAABDU/GzOvFsDUEXw/s320/cheesecake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385067356013657618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very simple 5min decorations BEFORE the cake has actually set. oops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may notice the lines in the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad woke me up at 6am this morning after attempting to cut the cake to ask if he could eat it. haha. WELL, the cake had not set yet and so the soft cheese and cream simply oozed and blended into itself again. haha. Needless to say, the cake has been scarred. poor cake. but it still tastes good. =) But wah, I need a lot more practice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To have really really good cheesecakes, try here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://ddbakery.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. I remembered the makers, specially made 3 cakes to celebrate the April babies in our cell about 3 years ago. There were more than 14 of us and we finished the cake good. Oreo cheesecake, strawberry swirl cheesecake, and i can't remember the last flavour. Original or Blueberry maybe. It was a lot of cheesecakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to make more little little things whenever I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-2075897748281062128?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2075897748281062128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=2075897748281062128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2075897748281062128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2075897748281062128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/non-baking.html' title='Non-baking!'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SruaPCSKKPI/AAAAAAAABDc/qBs95cvxPBk/s72-c/cheesecake2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-7577556396886812871</id><published>2009-09-15T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:33:03.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Experimenting</title><content type='html'>We're gonna pretend we don't know each other and start all over again like we just knew each other.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be me and you'll be you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might be fun! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-7577556396886812871?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7577556396886812871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=7577556396886812871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7577556396886812871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7577556396886812871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/social-experimenting.html' title='Social Experimenting'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-5035128846891193706</id><published>2009-09-15T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:40:46.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucketing your wish list</title><content type='html'>I just finished transcribing my 3rd video and I'm here for a break.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had some fleeting thoughts this week but been busy to write them down, which i think i might have regretted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad asked me yesterday if i wanted to go to Bangkok with him and my brother at end of September. I really want to go! but i'm still working and it's production time. this time it is my dad and brother who tells me that it's just a job and i can/should just go and play and relax. I really want to go though my body is not screaming for a break or anything. I only just started working! but its thailand!!! and i may get to visit my old school or maybe even meet up with some friends if possible. and go shopping! if only we can go on a weekend, but my dad can't go on weekends... so my dilemma. i really really want to go but i don't think i should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh the shoulds and should nots in life... =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was doing some wishing and i wished for a sewing machine some time ago, and i still do. And wow, my wish has been granted! My bro's gf asked me if i wanted a sewing machine! For free! yay!! =DDDD She even said now i don't have to sew my laptop bag by hand anymore. hahaha. aww, so nice of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wishing for a book binder now actually. i think Art Friend sells it for $80+ bucks?? not sure. it was sold out when i was there. I want to make note books. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now i can't wait for the sewing machine to be delivered! I can make new stuff! yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A freelance colleague was telling me about positive thinking and creative visioning. where you think of what you want in life and put a picture to it, like making a Vision Board. apparently its supposed to be very 'ling' and it helps you achieve those things. cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wasn't too long ago when i watched the Bucket List again. nice simple movie. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okie, time to start my 4th video...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-5035128846891193706?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5035128846891193706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=5035128846891193706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5035128846891193706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5035128846891193706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/bucketing-your-wish-list.html' title='Bucketing your wish list'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-2681584908653494548</id><published>2009-09-05T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:37:17.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first day of Shoot</title><content type='html'>Please please please someone get me off my butt and make me run...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wait, i forgot i can't because of my lungs... sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rotting! and I can't even do sit ups! oh the agony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had an exciting shoot day yesterday and saw how designers and contractors expedite their work process. I could hear their brain juices in the kitchen as they discussed how to resolve various problems the home posed. It was exciting! I think this is the most fun part of the design process where everyone tries to come up with solutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also heartening to know that a slip of your tongue can inspire them too. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole day, my left eye was twitching and a colleague told me it was a sign of either good or bad luck. she wasn't sure. haha. well, it was a nice day with a bit of both, so i don't think it really matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a nice change to have a celebrity in our midst. Especially when we took a break off for lunch, the food stall holders treated us to extra dishes! How nice of them! Somehow everyone treats celebrities a lot nicer than usual. haha. Maybe they think its a sign of good luck or something. So many people are easily star-struck and it makes their day to have a gorgeous-looking celebrity appear, and hope that they will be remembered by them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wonder if those hawkers will still recognise me and give me a discount the next time I go there to eat? haha. wishful thinking. don't count on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I received the blessing as well. ;) Sometimes I'm happy to be ordinary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-2681584908653494548?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2681584908653494548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=2681584908653494548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2681584908653494548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2681584908653494548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-shoot.html' title='The first day of Shoot'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-3861609697512480819</id><published>2009-09-04T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:27:08.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love from near and far</title><content type='html'>It is hard to imagine my house being empty or quite very much when I would need company at home. Simply because there is often someone home. My family is young and do not have the busyness of working adults... but one day they will reach there, and there might be no one at home anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one day, when time runs towards the end of your days, when your body is weaker and limits your capabilities, when no one comes to accompany you to do things together, or worse, when those you love somehow do not have love left in them for you... what do you do? Or what is there left to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked someone, "... but you love him right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She replied, "No, I hate him. I want a divorce."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was dazed as I walked her home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted so much to turn things around for her. If only I knew how, if only I could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-3861609697512480819?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3861609697512480819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=3861609697512480819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3861609697512480819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3861609697512480819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-from-near-and-far.html' title='Love from near and far'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-5664902106343018533</id><published>2009-09-03T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:27:14.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am at a lost for words.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've become shallow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That puddle next to the ocean cannot contain all the fishes the ocean can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-5664902106343018533?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5664902106343018533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=5664902106343018533' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5664902106343018533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5664902106343018533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-i-am-at-lost-for-words.html' title=''/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-2792213824338896163</id><published>2009-09-03T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:25:09.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hungry for something more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-2792213824338896163?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2792213824338896163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=2792213824338896163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2792213824338896163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2792213824338896163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/hungry-for-something-more.html' title=''/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-6641666508693712029</id><published>2009-09-01T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:20:57.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I need...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-6641666508693712029?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6641666508693712029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=6641666508693712029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6641666508693712029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6641666508693712029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-517678797137484818</id><published>2009-08-25T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:08:53.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision Friends</title><content type='html'>Been thinking of a plan that I've been hatching, which I've laid it to rest for the past week.&lt;div&gt;It was brought up again today because I've shared it with a friend who has offered to meet me today to discuss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God brings wonderful friends to our path. Even those you least expect. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was touched that someone would set aside time with me to share in my vision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How precious such friends are. What more can I ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There really is truth in sharing your dreams and visions to others after all. Because even when you even begin to fail or falter in your own path, those whom you have shared your dreams and hopes with might be among those who would pick you up. Or remind you of your glorious potential destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful I even began sharing this plan. I actually didn't think I would, but it started with one person, then the 2nd, then the 3rd...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was told not to think of the 'what ifs' and just do it. Nothing is too hard. And everything done begins with a solid clear vision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have a seed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must plant it. I must water it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And God will make it grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SpLHzrj-QtI/AAAAAAAABDM/sUEhfjwVEws/s320/pcn+cycling2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373576996087284434" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my east coast park connector ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails." - Proverbs 19:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps." - Proverbs 16:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16:9 is a film terminology. Looks like it has appeared here too. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-517678797137484818?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/517678797137484818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=517678797137484818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/517678797137484818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/517678797137484818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends-for-visions.html' title='Vision Friends'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SpLHzrj-QtI/AAAAAAAABDM/sUEhfjwVEws/s72-c/pcn+cycling2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-1972111052524898362</id><published>2009-08-24T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:40:57.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SpKlq-wgOWI/AAAAAAAABC0/8fZuPqG8Hnw/s320/StickHumourC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373539463225948514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fill me up with Humour, and I'll never have to cry again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fill me up with Humour, and sorrow will have another name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SpKlrgBvArI/AAAAAAAABDE/MhbU85QWWUE/s320/StickHumourG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373539472156590770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fill me up with Humour, and laughter will follow me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fill me up with Humour, and anything can be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SpKlrFAd9yI/AAAAAAAABC8/Tr_STLR6s2w/s320/StickHumourB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373539464903522082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fill me up with Humour, and delight is in everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fill me up with Humour, and taboo fears you can sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SpKlqUfj7AI/AAAAAAAABCs/gEBfAxhdr7A/s320/StickHumourI.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373539451880598530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fill me up with Humour, and you'll never know me again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fill me up with Humour, and I'd probably be insane...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-1972111052524898362?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1972111052524898362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=1972111052524898362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1972111052524898362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1972111052524898362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/humour.html' title='Humour'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SpKlq-wgOWI/AAAAAAAABC0/8fZuPqG8Hnw/s72-c/StickHumourC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-2211732357491338945</id><published>2009-08-21T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:06:38.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/So63bn1MVWI/AAAAAAAABCk/ndofse8WAXE/s1600-h/salzburg_lone-house_green_wide_mountains_tall_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/So63bn1MVWI/AAAAAAAABCk/ndofse8WAXE/s320/salzburg_lone-house_green_wide_mountains_tall_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372433090676020578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the mountain top is where my love is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With his head close to the clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His thoughts above and beyond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeking the heavenly realms than the blue seas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A follower to none though followed by some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He talks to fellow people on other mountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unmoved by strong winds, he enjoys the breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He catches the moment to soar higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not like other mountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So independently majestic and strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh am I like that little tree, little me says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That sits on your mountain top?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like a little tree, My dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are more than that in fact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the river that runs through the mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that gives me life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-2211732357491338945?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2211732357491338945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=2211732357491338945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2211732357491338945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2211732357491338945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-mountain.html' title='To the Mountain'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/So63bn1MVWI/AAAAAAAABCk/ndofse8WAXE/s72-c/salzburg_lone-house_green_wide_mountains_tall_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-6411785588998707824</id><published>2009-08-21T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:13:33.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving... Trains.</title><content type='html'>I've been finding a lot of joy in learning to drive. I might even go as far as to compare driving to the feeling I get when I play volleyball, although its ALOT LESS physically strenuous. haha. But I'm looking forward to all my driving lessons. Have only done 2 sessions so I only know how to drive at 2nd gear. =) oh boy oh boy..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was on the train to YCK mrt station when there was a wailing woman at AMK mrt station. The doors of the train didn't open like it should have and most of the people on the train started to buzz pass me like bees to crowd towards the source of the cry. Herd instinct, I thought. I wanted to know what happened too, but I figured the poor woman there already has enough attention and decided to stay out of it to give her some air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently the woman is outside the train on the platform, though her cries could be heard clearly within the train. Everyone pressed their faces against the clear windows to see what was happening. It was a sight to behold. Simultaneously, people on the platform were peeking at the gaps between the train and platform. Man. Did someone get stuck there?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes there was. The horror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone had to exit through the first carriage door. I was on the platform and find myself next to the wailing woman. Poor woman. She was crying over her mobile and spoke that someone ('kor') fell onto the tracks. (" 掉 MRT"). Then she was faint a few times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't imagine how I would react if someone precious to me fell onto the tracks. There've been so many cases of trains running over people, like on 8 August, the polytechnic couple who were probably being romantic on the train tracks but didn't get out of the way of the oncoming Malaysian train in time. WHy... It'll be tragic irony if they were sitting there thinking of living their lives together after their final year in poly. So sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to run off for my driving lesson and couldn't wait for the whole drama to unfold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I was 30mins late for my driving! what a lot of money wasted. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a refund for train fares that were disrupted though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-6411785588998707824?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6411785588998707824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=6411785588998707824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6411785588998707824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6411785588998707824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/driving-trains.html' title='Driving... Trains.'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-3617446689703071817</id><published>2009-08-07T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:19:42.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Framed</title><content type='html'>I realised I haven't been blogging much so I think that while I have time, I should get the gist back into me bones again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But quite honestly, I think nothing too exciting has been happening much besides home visits. I've been staying indoors too much for my work which is both a good and bad thing. It's great because I'm trying to save as much money as I can now for my supposed yet unplanned holiday at the end of the year or January 2010. After all, I really am not earning much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to spend more time with my family especially my dad since he's in sort of the same shoes as me: 'We're both working but we don't look like we are'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say that ever since I had this incessant cough for over 2 weeks, it's a good thing my boss &amp;amp; colleagues don't think I'm polluting the office air since I'm 'self-quarantined', so thus the benefits of working from home. My cough is recovering in leaps and bounds suddenly, which is great news. :) [I worry about the haze though.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I do have to go out for meetings and home visits but so far, this is a lifestyle completely different from the hustle and bustle that my uni years has trained me to do. I feel less productive though I really appreciate the rest I desperately need and have the peace and calm to get my head together and do proper reflective thinking. :) Of course, this is only temporary for once production starts, it'll be back to the same jammed packed schedule as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I did say that I had time for proper thinking. And reading the newspapers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one, I came across an article about how in this age we are all cam-whoring and posting millions of pictures online, facebook, etc... but how many of these photos are of our family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, my littlest brother had to submit a photo of himself doing what he wants to do when he grows up. So an aspiring chef could have a photo of him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;self in a white robe and hat doing some cooking or with delicious food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, he couldn't think of anything else so said he wanted to be a drummer. hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SnvvqLRdKuI/AAAAAAAABCc/Hg_KKEZvzL4/s320/zhiqi+portraite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367146888801626850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we realised was that of everyone in the family, my littlest brother has the least number of photos of himself. Well, we seldom take out the camera anymore, so that was one reason. AND in the digital age, we don't develop those photos anymore too. It's all stored in softcopy in the computers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in my efforts to make him feel a bit more special, I developed a whole bunch of family pictures and some of my own along the way and made him see the difference when he was younger (when he was a lot skinnier) and now (when he has put on weight). haha. And hopefully get him to smile a bit more cos he loves to pull what I call a 'king kong face'. It was an expensive exercise though (135 photos!) and my dad isn't going to subsidize such things for me. So that reminds me of saving money again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-3617446689703071817?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3617446689703071817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=3617446689703071817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3617446689703071817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3617446689703071817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-framed.html' title='Time Framed'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SnvvqLRdKuI/AAAAAAAABCc/Hg_KKEZvzL4/s72-c/zhiqi+portraite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-1572925592577988415</id><published>2009-08-05T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:17:59.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A monologue day</title><content type='html'>"Wow! You can read my mind!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah, you're like an open book."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she goes to settle the dishes in the kitchen and returns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You say I'm an open book?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she pauses and thinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah, you're like an open book with no words in it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-1572925592577988415?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1572925592577988415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=1572925592577988415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1572925592577988415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1572925592577988415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/monologue-day.html' title='A monologue day'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-8129436930135715104</id><published>2009-07-30T16:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:33:59.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Royalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SnFT3mSwBwI/AAAAAAAABCU/zohpHHb7lXI/s1600-h/His+Princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SnFT3mSwBwI/AAAAAAAABCU/zohpHHb7lXI/s400/His+Princess.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364160845812074242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was given this book by my dear on the day he had to catch the plane. It was a surprise to me when he told me about it, and, in his usual humour, this book was bought at a Christian bookstore in Perth, called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koorong&lt;/span&gt;. You can see why he was amused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even more apt was the first line of the author's introduction in the book:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Recently I was flying home..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh reading the words and letters in this book is like drinking honey down your throat, soothing fears and comforts with hope and love. Really. Precious promises that, sometimes I've forgotten and covered over with other concerns, came and hugged me again. It helped me fall in love with the King again, knowing His heart, hearing His words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered the times ago when I had love letters like these from Him and I would write them down and read them over and over. I don't want to stop doing them just because I am growing older or because other people might think it is childish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is only for the audience of One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His Princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-8129436930135715104?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8129436930135715104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=8129436930135715104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8129436930135715104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8129436930135715104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/remembering-royalty.html' title='Remembering Royalty'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SnFT3mSwBwI/AAAAAAAABCU/zohpHHb7lXI/s72-c/His+Princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-5907744213031560951</id><published>2009-07-25T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:26:11.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the last day</title><content type='html'>He is going to Perth again in a few hours time. and don't we both hate partings. all the time. every time. I seem to unconsciously want to prolong our time together, only yet again, the plane won't wait. and everything else in motion has to take its course.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to begin the 3rd semester apart and I pray that we can get through this again. My mind is in a strange state of blank now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My feelings are outside me, being their mixed mixture outside my body - the anxiety fighting with nostalgia, soothing over the sadness, hovering over the confidence he will be back in November. And I'm hoping I won't forget anything tomorrow too. as you say it, 'such is life.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I start to be all sappy, I'll run away so you won't see my tears. ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... if i can bring myself to run away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-5907744213031560951?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5907744213031560951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=5907744213031560951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5907744213031560951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5907744213031560951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-last-day.html' title='Today is the last day'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-6678575683080976457</id><published>2009-07-14T19:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:51:18.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 July 2001 - 14 July 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SlxtNZJYEpI/AAAAAAAABBk/zqp4EmT39P8/s400/pra_gal_med01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358277733519987346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My family car is now reduced to a cube of metal. It got scrapped today. So long my beautiful Nissan Prairie who has let us drive it to death for 8 years.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gearbox of the car broke down last month while my dad was on the PIE. Good thing he had driven to the road shoulder before it breathed its last. And there it went. It costs $18,000 to replace it. No way were we paying that much for an old car and that was the end of discussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A car without a gearbox... wah, it's like a person without legs la!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SlxvVSAiTAI/AAAAAAAABCE/x0Ge2KoqpnI/s400/transmission_250x251.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358280068066069506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[I actually think its more like a person without a part of the brain leh...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss that car already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming to think about it, this car has done its fair share of charity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we first got it, it was used to ferry the elderly to and fro their homes and church so they could attend sunday services. Even recently my dad used it to ferry handicapped ones who wanted to attend church conferences. Not to mention various friends got to ride that car home too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It blessed me for my production shoots when my dad would help me transport things too heavy for me to carry. And also for surprises like my special apple strudel delivery when Qin brought it back for the 2nd time but I was at NTU staying overnights. And also when I stay in school too late that I miss the last train AND bus. Or when I was sick and couldn't make it home from school on my own. Or when I stayed in hostel and got rides there on sunday nights with all my barang barang and laptop in tow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The car could fit all of us to anywhere in Singapore we wanted. Taxis wouldn't agree to take my whole family in because it's against the rules. If we wanted to travel, we'd have to take 2 cabs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss scolding my brother who hides at the last row and hogs his own personal aircon vent that makes him cough, and waking him up whenever he falls asleep behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss getting squashed by my brothers whenever the car makes a turn. Or having singing/harmonising sessions with my brothers in the car. I will miss my mum exclaiming, "Oh MY 天" unintentionally (her way of saying 'oh my god').&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss all the times I get private conversations with my parents when they drove me. They were real bonding sessions for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of all, my dad can no longer say his one and only line whenever we're all moving out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll go get the car&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says that ALL the time whenever everyone is rushing each other to get ready faster and get out. Well, nope, no car to get now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So goodbye SDL 6691E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We might not get another car anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Slx5xTENyJI/AAAAAAAABCM/MsykedMUt1Q/s400/PC140285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358291544502552722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-6678575683080976457?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6678575683080976457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=6678575683080976457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6678575683080976457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6678575683080976457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/24-july-2001-14-july-2009.html' title='24 July 2001 - 14 July 2009'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SlxtNZJYEpI/AAAAAAAABBk/zqp4EmT39P8/s72-c/pra_gal_med01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-6130707314090934663</id><published>2009-07-14T12:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:33:46.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore ouches.</title><content type='html'>*eyes open wide while trying to look and sound calm*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So your son got possessed after working at ****...**** for a week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got chinese, malay and japanese one?... got 10??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You mean there are 9 of you living on $1000/month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'yeah, sometimes we don't have enough to eat...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do you do your homework?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'on a pile of clothes on the floor...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woman hobbling slowly from the back of the house to the livingroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I wasn't always like this, you know?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-6130707314090934663?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6130707314090934663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=6130707314090934663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6130707314090934663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6130707314090934663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/singapore-ouches.html' title='Singapore ouches.'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-4295165012573613944</id><published>2009-07-12T14:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:45:34.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting away with it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When a kid treats his friends often, he doesn't know the value of money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a grown up treats his friends often, he's generous and probably has more than enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When a kid doesn't share his things, he's selfish.&lt;div&gt;When a grown up doesn't share his things, he's protective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a kid screams and throws a tantrum, he's a spoilt brat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a grown up screams and kicks up a fuss, he's burdened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a kid is depressed, it is probably a trivial phase. It'll be over soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a grown up is depressed, a crisis has happened. May God help him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a kid doesn't get what he wants, it's because it's for his own good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a grown up doesn't get what he wants, it's because nobody wanted to give it to him. Or he didn't earn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a kid cheats, he's bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a grown up cheats, he's thinking out of the box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a kid spends too much time on the computer, he's ill-disciplined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a grown up spends too much time on the computer, he's working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-4295165012573613944?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4295165012573613944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=4295165012573613944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4295165012573613944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4295165012573613944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-away-with-it.html' title='Getting away with it'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-7974226780581405101</id><published>2009-07-12T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:27:17.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words words words</title><content type='html'>People talk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People talk about things when it is about their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People talk about things when it is not about their lives but they hope it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People say things they don't normally do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the spice in their days. The interesting things. The 'new' things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise it is so normal anyways, why talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People say things they believe in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because sometimes they make it all they know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when that is all they know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They walk their talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If people talk about things they don't believe in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they aren't what they say they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-7974226780581405101?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7974226780581405101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=7974226780581405101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7974226780581405101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7974226780581405101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/words-words-words.html' title='Words words words'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-3922090101565247056</id><published>2009-07-11T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:19:29.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Sld3hUukqRI/AAAAAAAABBU/QGfXRPatPg8/s1600-h/too-old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Sld3hUukqRI/AAAAAAAABBU/QGfXRPatPg8/s400/too-old.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356881696163932434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was reminiscing the times before I entered university, and saw some photos of myself then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah, my oh my how I have aged AFTER uni!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't we all look terrible now. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what have we traded our youth for? A paper certificate to get our first job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-3922090101565247056?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3922090101565247056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=3922090101565247056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3922090101565247056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3922090101565247056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/youth.html' title='Youth'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Sld3hUukqRI/AAAAAAAABBU/QGfXRPatPg8/s72-c/too-old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-2717995200523753682</id><published>2009-06-29T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:17:23.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moth-like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Skh4cmaC-wI/AAAAAAAABBM/paOp0qJ4hUY/s1600-h/darkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Skh4cmaC-wI/AAAAAAAABBM/paOp0qJ4hUY/s400/darkness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352660589871299330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-2717995200523753682?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2717995200523753682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=2717995200523753682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2717995200523753682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2717995200523753682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/moth-like.html' title='Moth-like?'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Skh4cmaC-wI/AAAAAAAABBM/paOp0qJ4hUY/s72-c/darkness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-1177923061899158882</id><published>2009-06-29T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:14:54.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The flu flew away... i hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Skh0Dfs5fVI/AAAAAAAABBE/bN_WwMVxiVY/s1600-h/the-flu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Skh0Dfs5fVI/AAAAAAAABBE/bN_WwMVxiVY/s400/the-flu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352655760528080210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having a big family means something in this flu crisis: The chances of exposure is higher! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week began with 2 of my brothers down with high fever, but thank God it's not THE H1N1. None of us needed to be detained.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "yes bro, you're NOT going to die..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first brother happily skipped to Tekong for army camp, thinking he'd be safer there than with us at home who were busy spreading some virus around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew, swine flu struck Tekong! At least my brother's company wasn't near the hot spot and didn't suffer the quarantine at camp. He booked out with a lost voice and sore throat from all the shouting he had to do at camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He decided to check up at the doctor's in case and guess what, they decided to quarantine him at Changi General Hospital for 48hrs, just in case. Honestly, I was more worried that he'll catch the flu THERE than at home. Apparently the influx of army guys at the hospital was overwhelming and the hospital released my brother after 24 hours instead. =) He's been fine all along. Thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God for my health too, looking after the sickly(s) at home hasn't gotten me down too much. oh good oh good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Latest news: Heard my cousin and family are all home quarantined for a week because they were on the same plane as several coughing passengers. I hope they're ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-1177923061899158882?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1177923061899158882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=1177923061899158882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1177923061899158882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1177923061899158882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/flu-flew-away-i-hope.html' title='The flu flew away... i hope'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Skh0Dfs5fVI/AAAAAAAABBE/bN_WwMVxiVY/s72-c/the-flu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-3624645295820826025</id><published>2009-06-28T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:24:45.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SkdEy4vqUsI/AAAAAAAABA8/mSHUSkHkEqs/s1600-h/tearscopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SkdEy4vqUsI/AAAAAAAABA8/mSHUSkHkEqs/s400/tearscopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352322323169563330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-3624645295820826025?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3624645295820826025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=3624645295820826025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3624645295820826025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3624645295820826025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SkdEy4vqUsI/AAAAAAAABA8/mSHUSkHkEqs/s72-c/tearscopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-9098437744963373676</id><published>2009-06-24T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:12:36.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conferring...</title><content type='html'>What a week that has passed!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those of you with Christian friends might find them all disappearing from your radar last week because apparently it is a week in June with the most church camps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I was probably one of them. Although it wasn't exactly a camp, but I attended 2 conferences back to back, Monday to Friday. What an experience! No regrets. I am so refreshed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zoe Ministry was their 3 time in Singapore this June. Pastors from South Korea came over to Singapore (and Malaysia too) to minister and preach. I saw one of the local young 10 year old boy go up to the front because the pastor had sensed that someone had shoulder pains due to his arm lengths being different. My goodness, as they prayed, everyone literally saw his arm grow! From where I saw, I think his one arm was probably about 2 cm off. There were other healings there too. Isn't God cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life Conference back at Trinity was, besides it being full of new insights and learning, we were also all very well fed. Snacks and tea breaks in between breakfast, lunch and dinners surely kept our stomach from growling. Cass and I even attended the workshop on "Manhood - Living as a Strong and Godly Man" by Rev Les Bowling for fun and awareness. It was pretty good and generic enough for us to not feel left out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, our Apostle Naomi Dowdy is so admirable. I have renewed respects for her as I attended one of her workshops, "Guideposts to mark our Race". I feel more gung-ho for life! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qin finally landed on 20th June! The cold aircon at the airport made the wait more anxious even though the plane only landed 5 mins later than the estimated time. And then... there was happy and glad relief. 1month is all we have this time. Seems so short, knowing how long you have to wait for the next meeting. But I can't help feeling any less blessed. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 of my brothers caught a high fever this week and I was so worried it was the H1N1. Thank God it isn't and they're both now well and able to go to school for exams and lessons. How easy it is to spread viruses, especially when we're all living in the same house and helping each other get well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please take care, everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-9098437744963373676?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/9098437744963373676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=9098437744963373676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/9098437744963373676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/9098437744963373676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/conferring.html' title='Conferring...'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-568036562288745633</id><published>2009-06-20T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:56:45.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elly the Elephant pouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SjvQ69NrifI/AAAAAAAABA0/gg2As755Boc/s1600-h/Image136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SjvQ69NrifI/AAAAAAAABA0/gg2As755Boc/s400/Image136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349098693715528178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't Elly (or 'Ee Li', since she's from Taiwan) so lovely and cute and adorable? I don't know what to put inside her! Thanks Ellen! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-568036562288745633?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/568036562288745633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=568036562288745633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/568036562288745633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/568036562288745633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/elly-elephant-pouch.html' title='Elly the Elephant pouch'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SjvQ69NrifI/AAAAAAAABA0/gg2As755Boc/s72-c/Image136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-87139956141688494</id><published>2009-06-10T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:13:16.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Si9qsigsGQI/AAAAAAAABAU/ucO_1NDx7FA/s1600-h/125+he+calls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Si9qsigsGQI/AAAAAAAABAU/ucO_1NDx7FA/s400/125+he+calls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345608596122769666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitterstickgal makes another appearance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is a cartoon of a girl rushing to the phone because she's waiting for the guy of her dreams to call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm waiting for a different kind of call right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh... the agony...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*continues to hog the phone...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-87139956141688494?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/87139956141688494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=87139956141688494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/87139956141688494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/87139956141688494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/calling-to-say.html' title='Calling to say...'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Si9qsigsGQI/AAAAAAAABAU/ucO_1NDx7FA/s72-c/125+he+calls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-2457036949372322527</id><published>2009-06-07T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:13:57.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SivYQa2zoiI/AAAAAAAABAM/F4pDX36fpzk/s1600-h/138+gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SivYQa2zoiI/AAAAAAAABAM/F4pDX36fpzk/s400/138+gift.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344603159403930146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cute drawing by Bitterstickgal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been thinking about some things, and really, not all things in your life are planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just gotta take it in your stride and treasure every moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You give and take away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You give and take away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart will choose to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blessed be Your name..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-2457036949372322527?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2457036949372322527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=2457036949372322527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2457036949372322527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2457036949372322527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SivYQa2zoiI/AAAAAAAABAM/F4pDX36fpzk/s72-c/138+gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-6605203690408568804</id><published>2009-06-05T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:25:06.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Sifw-uRRz4I/AAAAAAAABAE/cNGIi_nhv-c/s1600-h/iceberg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Sifw-uRRz4I/AAAAAAAABAE/cNGIi_nhv-c/s400/iceberg2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343504443261439874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went for an interview! At (*points at picture*) and I'm actually quite excited. Feel so privileged to even go for the interview! We'll see how things go. =) Let God open/close my doors for me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realised that my mum's old church's office is right next to the company's office too! What a coincidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope and pray that the path I've chosen to take is good for me. I don't want to regret and whine about not having enough time for friends and family, especially family. even ministry too. I've been told that since it will most probably be a 6 day week, and jokingly '24hr on standby' job, I ought to warn all my loved ones [in his words:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"your parents, boyfriend, girlfriend,whatever..."haha! &lt;/span&gt;] that they may see less of me and be prepared to be 'tekan-ed' by various producers and seniors so-and-so. I wasn't surprised since that is how I've seen the industry's editors work. Why do you think they have sofas in offices?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a funnily humourous interview. I'm amused and glad. Once I'm in it, it's gonna be a commitment for a couple of years of training. (wow, I feel so honoured.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, chey... talk so much. I'm still waiting for that call....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hogs the phone.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-6605203690408568804?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6605203690408568804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=6605203690408568804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6605203690408568804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6605203690408568804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/job-interview.html' title='Job Interview'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/Sifw-uRRz4I/AAAAAAAABAE/cNGIi_nhv-c/s72-c/iceberg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-6416012236576089575</id><published>2009-06-01T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:16:04.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'coming home soon' means about 30 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'a few days' mean 28 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 more days to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-6416012236576089575?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6416012236576089575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=6416012236576089575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6416012236576089575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6416012236576089575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/when.html' title=''/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-7099765532386983532</id><published>2009-06-01T00:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:07:37.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pocky Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had another Joanne day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;We went to AMK hub in this morning and bought some pretty random things that we felt like eating for branch that day, and headed towards Upper Pierce Reservoir for a nice peaceful day out with the calm rippling waters, the fluffy clouds, the very comedic and expressive trees, huge ants with tiny ant friends, and the sunny sun with our attempted NTUC-Fairprice/AMK basement-wares-picnic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SiK6_7erKBI/AAAAAAAAA_0/IPVvtGARx1o/s400/Image099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342037715475703826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my first time down the sloping valley to the waterside. The grass behind us, the water before us. oh the melody of nature~~ lalala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SiK5_1s4r6I/AAAAAAAAA_U/3chIhjrOigw/s400/Image105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342036614413070242" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SiK5_RXU3BI/AAAAAAAAA_M/pv08J9fDpfc/s400/Image104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342036604658965522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to hang around the benches, we took our own romantic strolls along the bridge under a black umbrella (probably looking ominous from afar!) and just soak in the atmosphere away from the hustle and bustle of city life... and tuned in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh i saw my relatives there too. heard they were trying to catch lobsters?!?! hahas. Reservoir got lobsters meh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we also met this very special taxi driver. He's the most positive taxi driver i've ever met. He had some trouble finding where we were but still had such a calm, patient and positive outlook to it all.. something worth learning from. He also paid us a very nice compliment and made me happy. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SiK6AeXTV2I/AAAAAAAAA_k/9s6QeJAz9nM/s400/Image135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342036625328396130" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SiK6AM5wTRI/AAAAAAAAA_c/HG17za7AU7k/s400/Image132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342036620641062162" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SiK6A8CFyNI/AAAAAAAAA_s/fKkfkKNlDeE/s400/Image134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342036633292490962" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SiK7ATWgSnI/AAAAAAAAA_8/WlLpGHE0_N8/s400/Image131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342037721883888242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we cooled off with nice bubble tea and my childhood favourite Iced Gem biscuit (I never knew the name of it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a tan now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-7099765532386983532?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7099765532386983532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=7099765532386983532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7099765532386983532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7099765532386983532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/pocky-party.html' title='Pocky Party!'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SiK6_7erKBI/AAAAAAAAA_0/IPVvtGARx1o/s72-c/Image099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-2847592646263807314</id><published>2009-05-21T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:13:45.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Messages</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to clear the messages that's been hogging space in my phone.  The last times I've tried to delete them, my handphone would stall and I wouldn't be able to use it until at least 30mins later. THAT really put me off deleting them again. But you know, eventually the phone gets gigabyte heavy... The phone saves sent messages (which hit &gt;3,000) and the inbox messages had also hit 4,000++. I KNOW I CAN'T DELAY IT ANY LONGER. It's insane, considering my first few phones could only store up to 50 smses and my 2nd phone, 100 smses. Phones and technology nowadays are in their own league.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So guess what. When I'm traveling or doing mundane things, I had to delete them manually. Gosh. That's mad. If only the phone can delete messages without shutting down on its own. Even phones complain when overworked yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stumbled upon my birthday messages this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we all wish each other happy birthdays? It's like, the only day we all have, that someone else has also. And its the only day that is truly ours to celebrate? Well, I haven't really been taking time and effort to celebrate my birthdays. If I had celebrations, I have my friends and family to thank. The past few years saw my birthdays during intensive film shoots/sch work or exams. Hence, I remember getting birthday presents from friends I hardly meet even months after my actual birthday. Which I didn't mind, of course. haha. I love it that they still remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I also realise how many people forget their own birthdays when they're busy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we celebrate birthdays? What does it mean to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it the double-digit number that clicks upwards each time, the friends you get to meet, the presents and well-wishes, the barometer of love or popularity, the reminder of goals you have set for yourself which you have/have not achieved, resolutions, time to feel happy/sad/anxious/worry/paranoid/angry/disappointed/excited... etc, your grey hairs and aging body??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or it could be just another excuse for love. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-2847592646263807314?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2847592646263807314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=2847592646263807314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2847592646263807314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2847592646263807314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-messages.html' title='Birthday Messages'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-5136100742700079335</id><published>2009-05-21T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:27:32.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Search now on.</title><content type='html'>I went to check out the Bitter Stick Gal blog at http://stickgal.blogspot.com after seeing Yixin's blog, and I became a fan of her humour and drawings. haha. Too bad she stopped blogging already.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps at this moment, this picture is apt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/ShTz6ZKNp-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/LIYVDYmLOEY/s400/150+search.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338159642852567010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm looking for a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-5136100742700079335?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5136100742700079335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=5136100742700079335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5136100742700079335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5136100742700079335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/job-search-now-on.html' title='Job Search now on.'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/ShTz6ZKNp-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/LIYVDYmLOEY/s72-c/150+search.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-4484945700103300546</id><published>2009-05-12T12:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:09:47.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I should do/will do</title><content type='html'>It's been one week since the last submission for the academic year on 1 May 2009. Also technically the last submission of my BFA. So I'm hoping to graduate without too much complications...(though I have a feeling I owe the school money... ah bug...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Things I have done since 1 May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Gone for an event walk at Hort Park down Henderson wave with cell, and seen the National Geographic exhibition at Vivocity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. Gone for self-pampering exercises (ie. gotten a manicure in an outrageous colour) with Angela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Bought a new sports shoe at Queensway with gX. My old pair was wrapped firstly with masking tape and then silver gaffer tape, which actually made me look like a cool astronaut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4. Had supper with my IJ girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Shopped and celebrated Dawn's 21st birthday at Minds Cafe. Oh the fun games! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;6. Shopped, conspired and celebrated Jean's 21st birthday (yes I think I'm getting older)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Organised and watched Xmen origins: Wolverine! With good old cell/section ppl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8. Bought, chopped and brought my whole family out for a Mother's Day picnic at Changi Beach for Saturday morning branch. That includes a whole morning/noon of fun and laughter, accidents, plane watching, ice cream man chasing, playing on swings, getting each other dirty and making fun of each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lesson learnt: A good picnic is more hardwork than I thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;Went over to my granny's to try to learn cooking from her all Sunday. Man. Who says homemakers are free!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10. Had our first meeting on Monday for our ADM graduates satellite show coming up on 26 June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me happy to feel effectively productive doing OTHER STUFFS after spending my entire life mostly in school stuff for the past... er, let's not count. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;So now, the things I want/need to do and soon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Open a new bank account&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. Send resumes and get a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Register for driving theory test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4. Satellite show preparations**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Read books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;6. START WATCHING TV AND MOVIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Organise my HDD and backup files&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8. Organise my wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Tidy my room of all school evidences &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10. Practice my piano and consider classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. EDITING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;12. Meet ups and catch ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Make stuff. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I want a sewing machine!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Exercise and make sure people don't get unhealthy. Anyone up for badminton, volleyball or table tennis?? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And prepare for the homecoming of my Qinny Qin Qin ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is our life made up of lists all time??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly me,  I don't have to list them down what. ergh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-4484945700103300546?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4484945700103300546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=4484945700103300546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4484945700103300546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4484945700103300546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-should-dowill-do.html' title='Things I should do/will do'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-5939226426444958478</id><published>2009-05-07T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:46:40.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convocation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SgLmDf0KivI/AAAAAAAAA-E/5dlZw15t4z8/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SgLmDf0KivI/AAAAAAAAA-E/5dlZw15t4z8/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333077856514378482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to think about life and what I'm going to do with it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-5939226426444958478?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5939226426444958478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=5939226426444958478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5939226426444958478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5939226426444958478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/convocation.html' title='Convocation'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SgLmDf0KivI/AAAAAAAAA-E/5dlZw15t4z8/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-6911705273561600543</id><published>2009-05-01T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:53:36.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Based on choosing Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);   font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p class="text"   style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px;   line-height: normal; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Dewey Color System® is the world's first and only validated, color-based personality career testing instrument. Based on our experience and your interests, your best suited occupations are listed below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul class="imageBulletedList" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "&gt;&lt;li class="pointA" id="introduction" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://www.deweycolorsystem.com/careerpath/images/a_straw.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 27px; background-position: 0px 1px; "&gt;&lt;h2 class="Title"   style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;   font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; color: rgb(0, 35, 136); font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-size:100%;color:#FF792D;"&gt;BEST OCCUPATIONAL CATEGORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span id="lblBestTitle"  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:12px;"&gt;You're a CREATOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Key Words:Nonconforming, Impulsive, Expressive, Romantic, Intuitive, Sensitive, and Emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="pointA" id="introduction" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://www.deweycolorsystem.com/careerpath/images/a_straw.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 27px; background-position: 0px 1px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;These original types place a high value on aesthetic qualities and have a great need for self-expression. They enjoy working independently, being creative, using their imagination, and constantly learning something new. Fields of interest are art, drama, music, and writing or places where they can express, assemble, or implement creative ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="pointA" id="introduction" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://www.deweycolorsystem.com/careerpath/images/a_straw.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 27px; background-position: 0px 1px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CREATOR OCCUPATIONS&lt;br /&gt;Suggested careers are Advertising Executive, Architect, Web Designer, Creative Director, Public Relations, Fine or Commercial Artist, Interior Decorator, Lawyer, Librarian, Musician, Reporter, Art Teacher, Broadcaster, Technical Writer, English Teacher, Architect, Photographer, Medical Illustrator, Corporate Trainer, Author, Editor, Landscape Architect, Exhibit Builder, and Package Designer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="pointA" id="introduction" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://www.deweycolorsystem.com/careerpath/images/a_straw.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 27px; background-position: 0px 1px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CREATOR WORKPLACES&lt;br /&gt;Consider workplaces where you can create and improve beauty and aesthetic qualities. Unstructured, flexible organizations that allow self-expression work best with your free-spirited nature.Suggested Creator workplaces are advertising, public relations, and interior decorating firms; artistic studios, theaters and concert halls; institutions that teach crafts, universities, music, and dance schools. Other workplaces to consider are art institutes, museums, libraries, and galleries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 14px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 14px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="pointB" id="chapter1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-image: url(http://www.deweycolorsystem.com/careerpath/images/b_straw.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 27px; background-position: 0px 1px; "&gt;&lt;h2  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial;  margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(86, 156, 225); font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-size:100%;color:#FF792D;"&gt;2ND BEST OCCUPATIONAL CATEGORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span id="lblSecondTitle"  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:12px;"&gt;You're a SOCIAL MANAGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h6 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Key Words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;span id="lblSecondKeywords" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tactful, Cooperative, Generous, Understanding, Insightful, Friendly, and Cheerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span id="lblSecondText" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This very social type enjoys working in groups, sharing responsibilities, and being the center of attention. Fields of interest are instructing, helping, nurturing, care giving and instructing-especially young people. They discuss and consider feelings in order to solve problems, lead, direct, persuade, guide, organize and enlighten others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think its accurate!  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-6911705273561600543?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6911705273561600543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=6911705273561600543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6911705273561600543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6911705273561600543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/based-on-choosing-colours.html' title='Based on choosing Colours'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-3643082790013951245</id><published>2009-04-25T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:10:05.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. &lt;div&gt;What you have learned and received and heard and seen in me,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the God of peace will be with you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Philippians 4: 8 - 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-3643082790013951245?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3643082790013951245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=3643082790013951245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3643082790013951245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3643082790013951245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-brothers-whatever-is-true.html' title=''/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-8914618584468902002</id><published>2009-04-25T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:02:35.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister to Brothers</title><content type='html'>It's time I learn to be a good big sister.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually different from parenting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-8914618584468902002?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8914618584468902002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=8914618584468902002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8914618584468902002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8914618584468902002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/sister-to-brothers.html' title='Sister to Brothers'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-421543051206444702</id><published>2009-04-23T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:09:37.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6tbKuh6rC8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6tbKuh6rC8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;I find this song very inspiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is reminders like these that pull people back to what's important, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;instead of getting carried away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes I forget too, but thanks Jo for reminding with this video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think it is what I need to remember as I keep going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;Same for you too. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can't for exams to end!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm gonna miss being a student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's time to move on very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-421543051206444702?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/421543051206444702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=421543051206444702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/421543051206444702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/421543051206444702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-climb.html' title='It&apos;s the Climb'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-1060777717825622316</id><published>2009-04-22T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:09:53.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This line is as straight-forward as a man's mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-1060777717825622316?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1060777717825622316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=1060777717825622316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1060777717825622316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1060777717825622316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-line-is-as-straight-forward-as.html' title=''/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-4421971861546761974</id><published>2009-04-09T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:10:06.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Lap</title><content type='html'>OK quick one. I suppose I won't be blogging for a while till everything I need to do is done.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Deadlines!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 April Tues: PHO250 Visual photography project submission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 April Wed: FYP Project #1 Student display board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 April Thurs: Astronomy Exam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 April Mon: FYP Project #2- Poster, Project #3 -  Mini DV + DVD of film submission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 April Mon: Cyber Security Exam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21 April Tues: Korean Exam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 April Thurs: Psychology for Crisis Stress Management Exam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27 April Mon: FYP Project #4 Book due&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[28 April Tues: Final Semester Show (and the 'tour of dignitaries'...)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 May Fri: Showreel due (FYP Project #5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Projects are always meshed together with Exams... oh well, it's the last semester it will be like this for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God be with all the ADM Year 4s. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-4421971861546761974?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4421971861546761974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=4421971861546761974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4421971861546761974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4421971861546761974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-lap.html' title='The Final Lap'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-1247162350379451209</id><published>2009-04-06T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:35:46.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A snippet of Today's newspaper tells us that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Having Sisters Makes One Happier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having a sisters makes you happier and more optimistic, a new study shows, but the same is not true for having a brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sisters appear to encourage more open communication and cohesion in families. However, brothers seem to have the alternative effect. Emotional expression is fundamental to good psychological health and having sisters promotes this in families," said Prof Tony Cassidy from the University of Ulster, who carried out the study with researchers from De Montfort University in Leicester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The effects were stronger among children from broken homes, suggesting that sisters might lean on each other more for support when their parents divorce. The lowest scores were among boys who had only brothers. "It could be that boy have a natural tendency not to talk about things," he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - courtesy of The Daily Telegraph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it's cool to acknowledge this (since I'm the only sister in the house) but I do not think this is entirely true. My brothers are cool too. =) Although yeah, they're not as emotionally expressive in sharing as girls may like them to be, but what to do? Guys seem to talk through playing and doing things (eg. sports and video games) than with their mouths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder they say girls use their brain to come up with the least amount of effort to achieve the most effect! We just don't have the same level of strength/energy as those active boys. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-1247162350379451209?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1247162350379451209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=1247162350379451209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1247162350379451209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1247162350379451209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/snippet-of-todays-newspaper-tells-us.html' title='A snippet of Today&apos;s newspaper tells us that...'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-3911905865075858393</id><published>2009-03-28T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:34:23.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my IJ girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love it when we could just ask and speak of anything, yet we all respect each other of who we are, of what we are, and what we do. We all have our own boundaries. We all have our problems. We all have dilemmas. And we all love to be a part of each others' lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought about how we have all evolved and changed. Some don't really. haha. but its ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so totally different that it's hard to imagine how we all got along. But we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's the atas, the down to earth, the gothics, the sweets, the religious and the those who shuns them, those who love imaginary people, stars and animes (WHY) and those who love real people, we all live from east to the west of Singapore, those who club and drink and those who don't, the fashionables and ordinary, the gorgeous and the motherly, those who studied smoothly and those who don't, those who've changed jobs many times and those who haven't started working...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-3911905865075858393?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3911905865075858393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=3911905865075858393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3911905865075858393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3911905865075858393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-my-ij-girls.html' title='I love my IJ girls!'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-4850945527706706009</id><published>2009-03-23T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:36:31.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you try to run away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/FH8WAoRL1xo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/FH8WAoRL1xo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... we couldn't even push each other away after so long, you think a little distance would finally do it meh.."&lt;br /&gt;"... there always seemed to be distance..."&lt;br /&gt;"what distance?"&lt;br /&gt;"... just the impression you were always far away. Like after A levels you were away in army, then you went to Australia. During the holidays you went (abroad), the holiday you were back I went to the US and we didn't see each other that holiday either."&lt;br /&gt;" and yet... here we are... so wierd right.."&lt;br /&gt;" so close, yet so far."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-4850945527706706009?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4850945527706706009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=4850945527706706009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4850945527706706009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4850945527706706009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-try-to-run-away.html' title='When you try to run away...'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-2271475838761925028</id><published>2009-03-21T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:27:19.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working in the World</title><content type='html'>I lived a foreigner and felt quite comfortable... for a while.&lt;div&gt;I lived a local and felt quite foreign... for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have eventually accepted and been accepted as a Red Dot Citizen, though people still get the occasional doubts of where I am from and such... Goodness, what am I saying? Singapore is made up of immigrants who stay here long enough anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year marks 10 years since I have been studying back at Singapore again. hurray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have been asking whether I would want to go overseas to work and live as my graduation date looms nearer and nearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have half my mind on each side of the coin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I have this pressing urge to earn money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-2271475838761925028?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2271475838761925028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=2271475838761925028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2271475838761925028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2271475838761925028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/working-in-world.html' title='Working in the World'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-9024046879038503098</id><published>2009-03-21T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:14:16.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Before 1st April.</title><content type='html'>I know my birthday is coming when its the expiry date on my milk carton...&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh no!! I better start living before my Best Before DATE!!! AAaahhhHHHHH~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/ScPAbQveK5I/AAAAAAAAA98/FWSucRX9WE4/s400/Image117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315303559810395026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...no use crying over spilt milk..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-9024046879038503098?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/9024046879038503098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=9024046879038503098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/9024046879038503098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/9024046879038503098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-before-1st-april.html' title='Best Before 1st April.'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/ScPAbQveK5I/AAAAAAAAA98/FWSucRX9WE4/s72-c/Image117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-7172202859784750783</id><published>2009-03-14T10:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:50:46.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Inside Out this time...</title><content type='html'>Your glory goes beyond all things. Truly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have emerged. Thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to feel rejuvenated, renewed, alive again, and most importantly, I sense a direction within me. I don't know how to go there, but I know I'll know it when it comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come to like struggling. It makes you human, it makes you know what happiness is like when you're free again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come to see my life as without problems... Just different phases. It's just a phase. And I will be out of it when I do. And while I'm in there, I learn how to be human. So I like my life. =) And I'm still young. YES I AM. haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wouldn't have gotten out of it without the people who love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Dear. Thank you Jo. You're both heaven-sent and I love you both endlessly. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would I do without you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is cool... and He makes me cool too. haha! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ViIaF2PCp4/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ViIaF2PCp4/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7172202859784750783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-inside-out-this-time.html' title='From the Inside Out this time...'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-2354669640246129687</id><published>2009-03-12T01:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:13:11.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Mudskipper</title><content type='html'>There was once a mudskipper.&lt;div&gt;He loved the sun and sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day a fish told him, that on land he wasn't meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'But I can happily skip there and be oh so carefree'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says he loves the sun and sand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where he slaps his fins on land like hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, like music, he sings, like music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind, the trees dance to its tick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh but on land its dangerous and wild,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Animals abound that roar and squall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They creep, and stalk, they tear you in bulk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you know it up there you'll be out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to the waters, it's cool where it matters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Save and sound a family without scatter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Away went the mudskipper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing a beat with his flipper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He thought 'O unhappy, ill-thought fish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You haven't seen freedom outside of a dish'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why wouldn't I traverse both worlds sans care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I whose bodysuit fit wet and dry la terre?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While on his belly he carefully lay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He stepped on a web that was meant to slay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had no effect, he flopped straight out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spider missing his meal called him a cult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'What creature thou are disregarding and haughty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fish out of water, a hypocrite not too subtly!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'What are you saying, oh black widow spider?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never can you accuse unless you have tried water.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spider scoffed and perked its bulbous butt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'No gills please, I much prefer my face uncut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides I'd be food the moment I enter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The water is source when any be hunter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Away went the mudskipper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearing too much to take his dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He pondered on the dual place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of where can he find home and grace?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He thought and thought and the sky turned dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exposed and alone on a puddle in the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He could not decide but before he could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A camouflaged black cat stood where she would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And poised with a good view before her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The skipper paused to check his breathing chamber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when he rolled his eyes to perceive better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a pounce and they got stuck there forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-2354669640246129687?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2354669640246129687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=2354669640246129687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2354669640246129687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2354669640246129687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-mudskipper.html' title='Mr. Mudskipper'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-200650265040916036</id><published>2009-02-28T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:42:46.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> 25  "For whoever wants to save his life (/soul) will lose it&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but whoever loses his life for me will find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26  What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yet forfeits his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Matthew 16: 25 - 26 -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-200650265040916036?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/200650265040916036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=200650265040916036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/200650265040916036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/200650265040916036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-for-whoever-wants-to-save-his-life.html' title=''/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-3441721635511366159</id><published>2009-02-23T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:45:49.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To find yourself, you must first lose yourself?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-3441721635511366159?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3441721635511366159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=3441721635511366159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3441721635511366159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/3441721635511366159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-find-yourself-you-must-first-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-7969016463544275626</id><published>2009-02-22T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:25:31.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qin to Australia... Roger that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SaApXEYsAWI/AAAAAAAAA90/w1Ix6L2z8oE/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 35px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SaApXEYsAWI/AAAAAAAAA90/w1Ix6L2z8oE/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305285837333463394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my brother's 17th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is also the day Qin leaves for Australia for the next 4 months = 17 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days he was here passed too fast. But time will pass fast for the coming months too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is ok, I tell myself. We can get through this again. like we always have... all these years. It will be a piece of cake. You know the drill. So it's ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SaApW0mY_lI/AAAAAAAAA9s/uuXpyaFb41w/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 69px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SaApW0mY_lI/AAAAAAAAA9s/uuXpyaFb41w/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305285833095970386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-7969016463544275626?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7969016463544275626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=7969016463544275626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7969016463544275626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7969016463544275626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/qin-to-australia-roger-that.html' title='Qin to Australia... Roger that.'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SaApXEYsAWI/AAAAAAAAA90/w1Ix6L2z8oE/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-6865398282984514600</id><published>2009-02-12T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:56:22.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When There were Uneven chairs...</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when some people get a teensy-weensy bit distract in class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started when SQ became short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SZRFpTz5OJI/AAAAAAAAA9U/cXXVxsjDEQ4/s1600-h/Image107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SZRFpTz5OJI/AAAAAAAAA9U/cXXVxsjDEQ4/s320/Image107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301939237316802706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An ardent observer of things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SZRFpg8XtpI/AAAAAAAAA9c/EiW4m2GOhl4/s320/Image108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301939240842016402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a pretty terminator... (with bangs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SZRFptToi6I/AAAAAAAAA9k/lkA23rZfMsw/s320/Image109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301939244160813986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my film people. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-6865398282984514600?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6865398282984514600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=6865398282984514600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6865398282984514600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6865398282984514600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-there-were-uneven-chairs.html' title='When There were Uneven chairs...'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SZRFpTz5OJI/AAAAAAAAA9U/cXXVxsjDEQ4/s72-c/Image107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-943756700894368057</id><published>2009-02-12T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:17:20.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Botany" Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SZQ67mnjtHI/AAAAAAAAA9M/vVFzkhR3ZAM/s1600-h/Image106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SZQ67mnjtHI/AAAAAAAAA9M/vVFzkhR3ZAM/s400/Image106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301927456975074418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, haven't been there in a while- The Botanic Gardens. TQ and I went to bring some of his international intern friends around Singapore before they leave next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, I've been taking my photos from my handphone more now, getting lazy to lug my camera around (that's an excuse) and wanting to enjoy the view from my eyes a little more than through the lens (another excuse).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that some people who are generally humourous, relaxed and easy-going are sooo good to be around with. They have a good 'atmosphere' about them. So easy to like. Like those 2 squatting by the pond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SZQ661ttt4I/AAAAAAAAA9E/hpWbZLo0aC0/s1600-h/Image103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SZQ661ttt4I/AAAAAAAAA9E/hpWbZLo0aC0/s400/Image103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301927443847559042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, how come the Swan Lake ONLY has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TWO &lt;/span&gt;swans?? Like that also can call Swan Lake meh?? ... There's a song called swan lake right? (i digress...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-943756700894368057?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/943756700894368057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=943756700894368057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/943756700894368057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/943756700894368057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/botany-gardens.html' title='&quot;Botany&quot; Gardens'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SZQ67mnjtHI/AAAAAAAAA9M/vVFzkhR3ZAM/s72-c/Image106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-845574637173819196</id><published>2009-02-07T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:27:39.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FULfilmENT</title><content type='html'>Yes. Fulfilment.&lt;div&gt;Do I find fulfilment in film?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been speaking with some people in school, especially since its the time of the season when we have to really decide and choose what path we want to walk down hence forth, and start planning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanna try new things, see the world and life (that does not necessarily mean I have to travel abroad), and be with people that can spark joy and transformation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that, to bring me to my fulfilment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And though I look around and see many people who are exceptional and brilliant in film school and the industry in general, I feel like I pale in comparison. But I shamelessly, actually, really, still want to do film, be it in the hard-pressed industry or not. It doesn't really matter that much to me at this point. I need experience. (Sometimes I need someone to tell me which is the best way to go then I don't have to think so much. but thinking is good. :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just worry I can't make money with it. I need to live and eat and still be happy, right? Money is becoming more an issue to me than how it was last time. Oh no, I'm becoming more materialistic and superficial and realistic... =p Honestly, I didn't think about it much until... it hits you (through the means of people's nagging), cos working without decent pay used to be ok for me... so slap me thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, i'm rambling. Just need to make a mark of it in my historical blog for now. Will come back to this topic again later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-845574637173819196?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/845574637173819196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=845574637173819196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/845574637173819196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/845574637173819196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/fulfilment.html' title='FULfilmENT'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-8983587089878175721</id><published>2009-02-06T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:49:58.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes Folder!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's not a very interesting snazzy title,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes housework so much more fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since my mum started working and my dad 'stopped' (talk about role reversal), my dad's been in charge of the house ("Yeo Residence").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interestingly, one morning my dad came home with a new toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SYuvgB0ZVFI/AAAAAAAAA8M/mLozqfO6nrM/s1600-h/Image099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SYuvgB0ZVFI/AAAAAAAAA8M/mLozqfO6nrM/s320/Image099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299522351310394450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SYuv3fBazRI/AAAAAAAAA88/Be5h1Hi5rjE/s320/Image098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299522754286636306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw it and my mouth opened wide, squealing. It's a toy to help you with your clean laundry. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks pretty neat, isn't it? I think people are smart nowadays to invent things like these. Below is a demonstration of how to use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SYuvgasAWmI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Kxqo7dnVctU/s320/Image097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299522357986089570" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SYuvgsu4COI/AAAAAAAAA8c/SH2fIEUWfA0/s320/Image100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299522362829965538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place tshirt/pants/long sleeve shirt neatly face down over the 'folding apparatus'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SYuvg2GRJfI/AAAAAAAAA8k/bdyfWUSv3Hs/s320/Image102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299522365343999474" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SYuvgy0Sm_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/P8_qbW_QO0Y/s320/Image101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299522364463291378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you just flip all the available folds you see on the apparatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SYuv3HKFLWI/AAAAAAAAA80/f3xDWg5DxWk/s320/Image096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299522747880516962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you get a very nice SQUARE looking clothing item to fit happily smug into your cupboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look at the pictures carefully, the tshirt in the demonstration is actually 3 different tshirts. The reason is because, my dad, being so pro at it after 10secs of using it, started doing it very very quickly that my poor handphone camera couldn't catch up. So I had to catch him doing the different steps on a new tshirt. YUP. It is VERY fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was SURPRISED/SHOCKED that after I left for school that very day my dad bought the folding toy, he re-folded everyone's clothes!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all our cupboards are so neat now! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I give it one week." - TQ =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though what he says isn't very far from the usual truth. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that, for the price of a $10 Clothes Folder that my dad found at the market. NICE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-8983587089878175721?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8983587089878175721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=8983587089878175721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8983587089878175721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8983587089878175721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/clothes-folder.html' title='Clothes Folder!'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SYuvgB0ZVFI/AAAAAAAAA8M/mLozqfO6nrM/s72-c/Image099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-7847175317820512110</id><published>2009-02-02T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:04:50.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SYcXSbxtwYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/nSrb3Wb-uXw/s400/r2943817669.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298229092086038914" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A combination photo shows U.S. president-elect Barack Obama (L), taken January 17, 2009 as he speaks during a ceremony in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and Indonesian photographer Ilham Anas, taken January 20, 2009 in Jakarta. Anas, 34, who from some angles bears a resemblance to the new U.S. president, shot to fame in Jakarta after Obama, 47, won the election in November, and is now earning income as an Obama double...appearing in a television commercial for heartburn medication in the Philippines... he'll be starring as an Obama look-alike on Indonesian TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(48, 48, 48);   line-height: 15px;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(48, 48, 48);   line-height: 15px;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/Indonesian-Obama-Look-Alike/ss/events/lf/011809obamalookalike;_ylt=AnajfRY5OD6ss3UGPWD.ct8DW7oF/im:/090118/ids_photos_wl/r960803311.jpg/#photoViewer=/090120/480/b0fc4ff37d864706a0ac6199cc846ffb"&gt;Courtesy of Yahoo News.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(48, 48, 48);   line-height: 15px;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that also can. Pretty cool way of making a living, isn't it?Look like someone famous and be famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(48, 48, 48);   line-height: 15px;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-7847175317820512110?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7847175317820512110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=7847175317820512110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7847175317820512110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/7847175317820512110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/obamas.html' title='Obamas'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SYcXSbxtwYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/nSrb3Wb-uXw/s72-c/r2943817669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-1794680844611087401</id><published>2009-02-02T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:48:58.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Guys and a Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;After coming home from a late night in school at around 11.20pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me: Hey, were you watching movies in my room?&lt;div&gt;Bro: Huh? No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Then how come the bottom mattress is out? You slept in my room, is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bro: No. I was talking on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Then how come my pillow is at the bottom mattress? (pause)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Melodramatic Gasp) You sat on my pillow? You sat with your butt on where my head is supposed to be? (insert wide eyes here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bro: (grinning) Noo... I was lying down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Orh... (pause) You were lying down BEFORE you showered?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bro: (BIG GRIN) hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: THEN?! (I have nothing to say that can change anything now...) Hai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. Living with so many guys under the same roof, after a while I think the phase, 'Eee...' should go out the window by now... but it doesn't. haha. oh yippee... further proof that I'm a true, blue girl... harhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random comment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you were a guy, you'd be the 'sissy-est' guy I know." - TQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-1794680844611087401?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1794680844611087401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=1794680844611087401' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1794680844611087401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1794680844611087401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/3-guys-and-girl.html' title='3 Guys and a Girl'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-8432696800872799852</id><published>2009-02-01T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:29:47.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Tiger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SYSXPcESDLI/AAAAAAAAA78/Z9V-nx2PqaM/s1600-h/We+burned+the+forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SYSXPcESDLI/AAAAAAAAA78/Z9V-nx2PqaM/s400/We+burned+the+forest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297525353182530738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-8432696800872799852?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8432696800872799852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=8432696800872799852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8432696800872799852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8432696800872799852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/team-tiger.html' title='Team Tiger!'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SYSXPcESDLI/AAAAAAAAA78/Z9V-nx2PqaM/s72-c/We+burned+the+forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-8421089456507463094</id><published>2009-01-31T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:52:11.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our safe keepers...</title><content type='html'>Thinking of giving ourselves some exercise, we walked from Toa Payoh to Bishan to visit my granny. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were crossing the road on our walk back in the peaceful night when a car about 50metres away from us suddenly sped up towards us. I had a little fright and wanted to grab my little brother aside ( he was closest to the moving car). I was quite upset at some drivers' road ethics, if you can call it that, and commented, "Aiyo, this car ah..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the vehicle came into clearer view from the darkness, I realised...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a police car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FEEL SO SAFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-8421089456507463094?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8421089456507463094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=8421089456507463094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8421089456507463094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8421089456507463094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-safe-keepers.html' title='Our safe keepers...'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-9123494591166628039</id><published>2009-01-28T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:46:56.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop bag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SX9C_q1DXXI/AAAAAAAAA70/JgptRrnYp2U/s320/Image091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296025348406992242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made my own laptop case!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been playing on my mind to make one myself, just for the fun of it. It was really enjoyable! It took me 2 days to hand-sew everything. And the funniest part is that I had no clue how to make it. I probably should have just searched the net on possible sewing templates/techniques and such but my impulse came suddenly and before I knew it, I was conveniently at a Daiso (one of my favourite places) at Plaza Singapura looking at the available materials and hence, didn't have the time to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SX9C_UjtZ5I/AAAAAAAAA7s/mLCf3fTqImA/s320/Image093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296025342428669842" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was done with 'agar-ation'. I did not touch a ruler or pen/pencil to do any markings. Just put my laptop on it and whack the measurements. Not very professional la. haha. Even my sewing also... aiyo. But I'm proud of my 1st attempt/achievement! haha =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had wanted to make a flap over the top to cover an edge of the laptop/zip part, then apparently i had made it too short (thanks to my generous cushion stuffing..ok, it could have been more), so it flaps over like that like a puffy mitten. I like my brown zip though. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SX9C_CTmg8I/AAAAAAAAA7k/3PZBVvNFwjc/s320/Image094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296025337529271234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cost of handmade laptop casing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- $14 of Daiso products&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- about 12hrs of my precious Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lots of thread + 1 needle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 flabbergasted boyfriend who tells me that if I needed a bag, I could have asked him... hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I know how it roughly works now. =) Now I know I've tried something new this year. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-9123494591166628039?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/9123494591166628039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=9123494591166628039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/9123494591166628039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/9123494591166628039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/laptop-bag.html' title='Laptop bag!'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SX9C_q1DXXI/AAAAAAAAA70/JgptRrnYp2U/s72-c/Image091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-2113807988872971472</id><published>2009-01-24T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:01:41.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Noodle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXoRqchPffI/AAAAAAAAA7c/IuXEVeX3dt8/s320/Image067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294563732835237362" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm sure the one thing that we think about a lot is about love. and significant others. especially when ... when people around you seem to have someone to walk next to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For one, I never thought I needed a guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Perhaps its a common Singaporean thing among girls. You know, the girl power thing. Miss Independent with the career woman outlook. That seems to be what a lot of people pursue, though I wasn't really on that train of thought. I was just content. Just sufficient, enough, no fuss, no emotional baggages needed. Don't need a guy to give me that. I've got peace in my soul, friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was recently brought to mind another friend who commented how come I was so happy， '为什么你这样开心？’, with my occasional 'Yays!' on situations where people might utter 'orh' or a passing nod of acknowledgement. I wondered too, hey, yeah, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well then again, of all my treasured friends and family, I also had my buddy. My long time best buddy who cared to put me straight when I needed it ( or when I didn't need it). Perhaps it was a joy that overflowed from close friendship? Perhaps it was God whom I knew was always there for me, who taught me to be thankful and blessed me with lightness of heart when there are troubles? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Perhaps HE knew (and we too thought) that we could be good together -- well, that's perhaps still yet to be known for sure, who knows what the future brings? But the thing is, after all this while, we are still happy being with each other as buddies-cum-other halves -- even through the long distance and sometimes non-communication over extended period(s) of time that all sorts of things bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But to sum it all up. I feel like I have been emotionally fuller than I had been. I don't need a guy to make me happy, but I feel like I have been blessed with more than just a guy. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXoRp7ZJDUI/AAAAAAAAA7M/e-44NcKsxvE/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294563723942890818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How do you know what love is when all you know is what you see and hear from others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And I thought about love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I learnt love when my dear would put me as priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I learnt love when he would brave the expressway 1 day after passing his driving test just to find me at school and help me with film production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I learnt love when he forgives me for my mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I learnt love when he would choose to be strong so I wouldn't be scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I learnt love when there is assurance of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I learnt love when there is joy in giving and joy in receiving, anything we want and can offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I learnt love when it begins to hurt you because he is so close to your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I learnt love when we can't be angry with each other for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I learnt love when we can share our heart to each other, be heard and understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXoRqLgZO0I/AAAAAAAAA7U/nRV7aEXzOJ4/s320/Image069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294563728268278594" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I learnt that God taught me about His love by allowing me to love and be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With that, I'm even more thankful of His life and love story for us on earth, because now, at least I know with my own heart, that it was more precious than I had thought. Thank God for experiences. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Often times, to know God is to know how to be human. God was human once too. He must have made things easier for us to understand simply by being us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXoRpTYcvjI/AAAAAAAAA7E/xR0_CSI9WNI/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294563713202568754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There was one day I had hokkien mee at Adam Road Hawker with some church friends and a strand of noodle fell from my mouth onto the table. I never knew that sometimes things can be in your face THAT much, but my noodle landed in a heart shape next to my plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks. I didn't think I need to be told I was in love by my food. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXoRpBp4RsI/AAAAAAAAA68/OI8hHhyau9I/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294563708443838146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-2113807988872971472?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2113807988872971472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=2113807988872971472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2113807988872971472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2113807988872971472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-noodle.html' title='Love Noodle'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXoRqchPffI/AAAAAAAAA7c/IuXEVeX3dt8/s72-c/Image067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-8046415795303856533</id><published>2009-01-19T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:33:18.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What this means:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXQQK2QEizI/AAAAAAAAA6w/eWtVfC1mSsY/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 76px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXQQK2QEizI/AAAAAAAAA6w/eWtVfC1mSsY/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292873240614832946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to graduate at the end of this semester! I've cleared all that I need to clear and I'm even taking an extra module. Talk about making the most of your money... haha (although that wasn't really my intention) Hope I can make it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Semester of my NTU life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know whether to rejoice or dread it. Might as well choice the option that makes me happy. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiayou! Make the last sem count!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-8046415795303856533?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8046415795303856533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=8046415795303856533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8046415795303856533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8046415795303856533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-this-means.html' title='What this means:'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXQQK2QEizI/AAAAAAAAA6w/eWtVfC1mSsY/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-6418818193087768694</id><published>2009-01-19T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:21:59.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church visit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Azzy and I had decided to visit a few churches 2 Decembers ago but we never actually did it, partly because we forgot about it in the midst of busy schedules and simply not thinking too much of it. perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so today we decided to head down to The Rock at Suntec where they have this really nice and spiffy looking auditorium right next to the Eng Wah Cinemas at the top floor, housing the New Creation Church. WAH. The queues were so scary!!! But since we're first time visitors, Azzy and I managed to get in without much fuss. Seems like quite an achievement to cut in front of so many people who must have been queuing there way before the service started at 5pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an eye opener... and God's presence was there too though it took me a while to acquaint myself with their culture. Not the usual thing I'd see when I visit even other churches. It's a very different church, this one is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite part of this visitation was not just hearing what they have to say and experiencing a revelation, but also sitting down and having a good long chat about the service experience and everything with Azzy. It's nice how we have so much to say about things we care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw this place called the Love Hut. Azzy ordered 'Jolly Rice' and I had 'Silky Tofu Mushroom rice set meal'. After one bite, we realised why it's called Love Hut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXNeJs1oa5I/AAAAAAAAA6g/lnJnchd30Uc/s200/Image086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292677507838405522" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXNeJs1oa5I/AAAAAAAAA6g/lnJnchd30Uc/s1600-h/Image086.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tastes like its made with love! So healthy! They have brown rice but it tastes well with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this Rose Milk Tea and look at the decorations! They have rose petals (and the rose bud) on top of the frothy cream. Smells very nice and therapeutic. hehe. Yummy too. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXNeJbaa0cI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/xD77dPrz45A/s200/Image088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292677503160865218" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXNeIuY-WRI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/KYMQaRwTU5Q/s200/Image089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292677491075209490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Think I'm inspired and interested to see what other churches are up to and will be planning to visit them when I have time on sundays. =)&lt;/div&gt;One thing's for sure: God is Everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-6418818193087768694?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6418818193087768694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=6418818193087768694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6418818193087768694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/6418818193087768694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/church-visit.html' title='Church visit!'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXNeJs1oa5I/AAAAAAAAA6g/lnJnchd30Uc/s72-c/Image086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-663216123945960856</id><published>2009-01-18T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T05:18:30.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesdays are Joanne Days =)</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy I have a buddy in astro with me!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXIcRPx-glI/AAAAAAAAA6A/YqUwgqWQ2qU/s1600-h/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXIcRPx-glI/AAAAAAAAA6A/YqUwgqWQ2qU/s200/Image084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292323594733257298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXIcQ56IbVI/AAAAAAAAA54/AkAvfiekJL8/s200/Image072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292323588861881682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed down to the new JP and since we didn't take any pictures the last time we went out, we kept taking this time! we are e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e~~~~ Jo is getting prettier, cuter and sweeter each time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXIcQXyjmCI/AAAAAAAAA5w/-QhAb6x-qeg/s1600-h/Image070%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXIcQXyjmCI/AAAAAAAAA5w/-QhAb6x-qeg/s200/Image070%231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292323579703302178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXIcQHxnpII/AAAAAAAAA5o/0DIxkrxZn-c/s200/Image059%231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292323575404405890" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXIcRRIQNEI/AAAAAAAAA6I/9gPjd-OfRNQ/s200/Image085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292323595095127106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo also got her hall. SINGLE ROOM!!! wow. We couldn't wait to squeal in celebration the very moment we left the hall office. heehee. God really knows the heart of His children and He answers prayers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also reminded me that initially I had wanted to stay in hall in my final sem of uni life. But I decided against it. Though I pretty much loved hall/camping life, I'd rather spend time and see my family everyday as much as I can than not see them the entire week and hide in my hall room... not that there would be a guaranteed chance that I'd get a room anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was glad I made that choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2nd bro had just finished his O levels last year and I'm happy I was around to talk about choosing schools and all that academic and 'what you want to do in the future' things. Being able to be there for my family, especially to my growing brothers, means alot to me. Glad I rejected hall 7 3 sems ago... It's all timely too because my 1st bro is in the army and mum started working full time this year. Home would be a tad bit quiet if too many people are not around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're more used to having a noisy and lively home. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-663216123945960856?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/663216123945960856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=663216123945960856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/663216123945960856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/663216123945960856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesdays-are-joanne-days.html' title='Wednesdays are Joanne Days =)'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SXIcRPx-glI/AAAAAAAAA6A/YqUwgqWQ2qU/s72-c/Image084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-4861125427343766070</id><published>2009-01-12T12:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:12:47.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the GX</title><content type='html'>Thank you Guoxin for the your christmas post.&lt;div&gt;It's a huge encouragement. =) Sometimes I never knew I had so much in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I've ever helped push you forward somehow, it is an honour for me. And Remember that you are an inspiration yourself. And more in the making, just you wait. I really believe so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think you're special. Very special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for remembering me even though we're in different cells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you my friend. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-4861125427343766070?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4861125427343766070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=4861125427343766070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4861125427343766070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4861125427343766070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-gx.html' title='For the GX'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-4677742067387038443</id><published>2009-01-12T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:57:20.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A different kind of project</title><content type='html'>FYP...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been thinking of my own grandmother lately...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has a way of coming together all at the same time, even among different individuals, cutting across several parallels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not just a film FYP. It's an etch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes a mark. It leaves a mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-4677742067387038443?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4677742067387038443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=4677742067387038443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4677742067387038443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/4677742067387038443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/different-kind-of-project.html' title='A different kind of project'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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-17435681.post-8602581020189922504</id><published>2009-01-12T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:52:54.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy...</title><content type='html'>I have cut my hair.&lt;div&gt;I miss my long hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is still wavy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-8602581020189922504?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8602581020189922504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=8602581020189922504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8602581020189922504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/8602581020189922504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/hairy.html' title='Hairy...'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-1373205167615021542</id><published>2009-01-12T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:49:12.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Been feeling a rather an odd self creeping up along in me these days. Like a desperation to want to return to a certain state of an old self. Nothing has really changed, yet so much has changed, so different. Feels different. I guess I haven't been a person of such precise and analytics of mind, a person who drifts in vagueness yet has much certainty of where her foot lands her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know it might not make sense to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;People are having second thoughts about film. It's the economical climate, it's the head-banging reality hitting you. It's dwindling passion and need for money. It's boredom and lethargy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've always told God, if I were to be in the film industry. It doesn't matter if I'm not famous. Fame is not what I'm after, although it might be a powerful thing. As long as what comes out of it is for good, the better and the best for... I can do so much and play my part, as long as ... People are touched and changed. FOR GOOD. FOR LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are the films you remember? Do they play a part in how you think? Sounds so insignificant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All great things begin from seemingly insignificant things. At least that's how people make them out to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one believed the man who declared that the earth is round. Does it even matter? We're alive anyway. But it paved the way for more things to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know what I need to do. (Do I really?) But I'm terrified. It's like jumping into the deep end of... a cliff. I can swim in the deep end of the pool but I can't fly from a cliff... can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boy, do I so not like naggy feelings. They haunt me. I need peace. I need to realign myself. please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-1373205167615021542?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1373205167615021542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=1373205167615021542' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1373205167615021542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1373205167615021542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/believe-in-2009.html' title='Believe in 2009'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-2867065024577954537</id><published>2008-12-31T03:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:20:29.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Christmas time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp9XQwl5ZI/AAAAAAAAA5c/MXRov72R6nM/s1600-h/xmas+lunch08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp9XQwl5ZI/AAAAAAAAA5c/MXRov72R6nM/s320/xmas+lunch08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285674951261939090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great Christmas this year. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Clement for the wonderful Jack's Place Christmas lunch treat. It was a huge surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our annual Christmas eve gathering/dinner with my extended family has expanded radically! So many people now! With new additions and even invited new in-laws came. I'm excited! The family is growing! haha... which also means, perhaps, one more ang bao coming Chinese new year?? hee... hey! I'm not THAT money-minded k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went shopping with Qin for family gifts this xmas season. Boy do I love 20% discounts! Save so much money! And for the first official time, I guess, I had dinner with Qin's family for Christmas. It was nice, they were really nice, and I almost didn't want to leave early since I was enjoying the get together and no one was at home. My parents had gone away for a Christmas training camp/holiday with their church early that morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYP wasn't far from my mind either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you wish that sometimes, no one really needed to do anything and just enjoy each other's company?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you dear for driving me home from school even though it was a christmas holiday. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-2867065024577954537?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2867065024577954537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=2867065024577954537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2867065024577954537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/2867065024577954537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-christmas-time.html' title='For the Christmas time'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp9XQwl5ZI/AAAAAAAAA5c/MXRov72R6nM/s72-c/xmas+lunch08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-5790837897974634977</id><published>2008-12-31T03:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:54:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PCN ride and the sore legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp3pau2c0I/AAAAAAAAA4s/jwTpGJU1LiA/s320/group1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668666106868546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went cycling with jon, yuqing and shanli. I've been bugging for a day of cycling, either night cycling or to try out the 'new' East Coast Park Connector Network (PCN) and we finally have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp4LD5JKCI/AAAAAAAAA5E/fGhepS3F-_Q/s1600-h/the+shirtbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp4LD5JKCI/AAAAAAAAA5E/fGhepS3F-_Q/s320/the+shirtbag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285669244091574306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spot the shirtbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp3p550M9I/AAAAAAAAA48/zsjYeGXN2G8/s1600-h/me+on+bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp3p550M9I/AAAAAAAAA48/zsjYeGXN2G8/s320/me+on+bike.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668674474357714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started at 2pm on this hot, sunny day. But the weather turned out great! Nice clouds and not too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp3pksKCmI/AAAAAAAAA40/H25OQyj6Ufk/s1600-h/me+and+yuqing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp3pksKCmI/AAAAAAAAA40/H25OQyj6Ufk/s320/me+and+yuqing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668668779924066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ventured to Changi Village hawker and had a good feast. Jon probably almost fell asleep from all the food he ate. haha. We had Red Tea Longan dessert which was really yummy, and chicken chop hor fun from one of the 2 food stalls which has the exact same menu! That's blatant competition! What's more, they're RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER! siao. oh, good food by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp4LuQUIOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/FSQGHEkNgY4/s320/wavy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285669255463051490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half way through our rides, we decided to take out our handphones and snap pictures WHILE CYCLING. Yup, all the photos with me in it are courtesy of yuqing. That's me and shanli being very wavy, even the trees look like they're falling slant... hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp4LYLTxPI/AAAAAAAAA5M/CAqTd7on_y4/s320/me+taking+sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285669249536476402" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp3paWtBhI/AAAAAAAAA4k/yhEBseJcBvg/s320/Image081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668666005587474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we managed to catch the sunset too. or rather, the sun before the 'sunset'. I think the best sunsets are found in NTU. yeah. =) at least the ones i've seen. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spot the shirtbag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp3omCfq4I/AAAAAAAAA4c/LSetEB2EP_4/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp3omCfq4I/AAAAAAAAA4c/LSetEB2EP_4/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668651962182530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, right now I have sore legs and a sore butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've only cycled 3 and a half hours across east coast... that bad meh? haiyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you notice more photos of me? I'm kinda in the phase of chilling from photo taking like I used to (different from photo-taken), and just enjoy the moment of whatever I'm doing. I like to see things from my eyeballs too. There are no lack of photographers or snapshooters in this modern world I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, I get my pictures taken. haha. Thank you photographers! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-5790837897974634977?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5790837897974634977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=5790837897974634977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5790837897974634977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/5790837897974634977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/pcn-ride-and-sore-legs.html' title='PCN ride and the sore legs'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</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/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVp3pau2c0I/AAAAAAAAA4s/jwTpGJU1LiA/s72-c/group1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17435681.post-1570509214243901587</id><published>2008-12-31T02:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:29:20.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Camp 2008@Anglican High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVpymfp_zuI/AAAAAAAAA4U/9JZFS3VzpZM/s1600-h/group1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVpymfp_zuI/AAAAAAAAA4U/9JZFS3VzpZM/s320/group1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285663118330941154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Campus camp... This may very well be the last camp that I may go as a campus student... I hear another one coming up but... there are always buts, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVpymYtXpfI/AAAAAAAAA4M/mB2Jgmf5mKg/s1600-h/graduates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVpymYtXpfI/AAAAAAAAA4M/mB2Jgmf5mKg/s320/graduates.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285663116466038258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so my in my final year, final semester at uni. What am I going to do with the time I have left? Graduates! What are you going to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVpyl42VwiI/AAAAAAAAA4E/WMKU9CwS-5I/s1600-h/churchhill+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVpyl42VwiI/AAAAAAAAA4E/WMKU9CwS-5I/s320/churchhill+pose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285663107913728546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friendships forged in this camp. The commitments, the promises... this camp past in a flash. But whatever that happens in camp doesn't and shouldn't just stay in camp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVpylngIE9I/AAAAAAAAA38/BWh6REQvwj8/s1600-h/churchhill+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVpylngIE9I/AAAAAAAAA38/BWh6REQvwj8/s320/churchhill+group.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285663103257154514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started it all together, we must run the race well. Not to simply give it up. I will remember what we've shared. and I want to remember them so that I can see a testimony in your lives. I know I haven't been around all the time, but those times that I have been, you have all made them great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVprVXp0oBI/AAAAAAAAA3s/9tNgzdqYZbM/s1600-h/Image079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVprVXp0oBI/AAAAAAAAA3s/9tNgzdqYZbM/s320/Image079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285655127543554066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church hill! It's not me, it's not you. It's YOU-KNOW-WHO. well... and us too, definitely. =) Do you think people come together for a reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVprUx0-j9I/AAAAAAAAA3k/PjH7ccrNniE/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVprUx0-j9I/AAAAAAAAA3k/PjH7ccrNniE/s320/Image060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285655117389795282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learnt from my timidity, learnt from my hesitations, thank God for putting me in sound min. Added duties does come with its added revelations. With the little things that I can do, more will be added... but I must do the little things well... because they are the most basic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being set apart. standing apart. put apart. from all the rest. from the common. from everyone else. Because only you can do what you do, in your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVprUsNMorI/AAAAAAAAA3c/04WZbon-cI8/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVprUsNMorI/AAAAAAAAA3c/04WZbon-cI8/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285655115880768178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope that through the process, I will be remembered too... in a good way. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17435681-1570509214243901587?l=greentreetoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1570509214243901587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17435681&amp;postID=1570509214243901587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1570509214243901587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17435681/posts/default/1570509214243901587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentreetoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/campus-camp-2008anglican-high-school.html' title='Campus Camp 2008@Anglican High School'/><author><name>an apple on a tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03758455696936192465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk7h8yrHDns/SVpymfp_zuI/AAAAAAAAA4U/9JZFS3VzpZM/s72-c/group1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
