<?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-1251771575109993805</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:56:14.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my eyes.</title><subtitle type='html'>It is better to allow our lives to speak for us rather than our words, All that we are is the result of what we have thought. I refuse to be a mindless sheep following the crowd into cookie-cutter oblivion. Otherwise I'd just be a zombie with no heart or passion in life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251771575109993805.post-4020607619290361632</id><published>2008-02-12T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:29:12.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind&lt;br /&gt;and is not jealous;&lt;br /&gt;love does not brag and&lt;br /&gt;is not arrogant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does not act unbecomingly;&lt;br /&gt;it does not seek its own,&lt;br /&gt;is not provoked, does not take&lt;br /&gt;into account a wrong suffered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does not rejoice in unrighteousness,&lt;br /&gt;but rejoices with the truth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bears all things, believes all things,&lt;br /&gt;hopes all things, endures all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if there are gifts of prophecy,&lt;br /&gt;they will be done away;&lt;br /&gt;if there are tongues, they will cease;&lt;br /&gt;if there is knowledge, it will be done away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now faith, hope, love,&lt;br /&gt;abide these three;&lt;br /&gt;but the greatest of these is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-8; 13 NASB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-4020607619290361632?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4020607619290361632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=4020607619290361632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/4020607619290361632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/4020607619290361632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-love-is-patient-love-is-kind-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-2844520387523323481</id><published>2008-01-27T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:18:23.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The week has passed and two quotes have pretty much been occupying my mind through'out the days and thought I'd just share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always go through life looking at the windshield and not the rear view mirror.."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about food or what you are to wear, is life not more precious by far?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, Carlton Challenge tomorrow and tues 9-5. Drats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-2844520387523323481?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2844520387523323481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=2844520387523323481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/2844520387523323481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/2844520387523323481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2008/01/week-has-passed-and-two-quotes-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-2752753048983621747</id><published>2008-01-20T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T17:03:15.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I'm back to my blog. So anyway been out most of the days in the past week. Met friends for dinner and stuff. Dined at Swensens with Jas on Wed then suppered with Felicia, Calvin at Esplanade's Makansutra on friday then Ivan came on after that. Initial plan was to club but had some issues on which club to head to but nonetheless the supper was good enough, enjoyed just laughing, yacking and sharing our problems and now we're facing them with a much positive attitude though Calvin &amp;amp; Fel are still deciding what course to take up. (Hospitality guys!!) Idle-ed around the vicinity and ended up in Mandarin Oriental, explored and we started putting make-up on for the guys in the toilet. Funny shit, cabbed back and got home close to 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, school's out and work's in =( the thought of starting internship tomorrow just kinda puts me in a monotonous mood. Shift work and all's gonna leave me drained and 6 months? turn off. On a lighter note, Luqman Haqeem's in town! back for 4 days and we're meeting up for dinner on tuesday. Something to look forward to in the week. Watching The Full Monty now, funny la that show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Jas, remember to look for me if I end early on tues! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R5MN2n-uWFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gMfn4O_5uVU/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R5MN2n-uWFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gMfn4O_5uVU/s320/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157481230365513810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R5MN23-uWGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/i7SaP9Sup9c/s1600-h/-DSC01101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R5MN23-uWGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/i7SaP9Sup9c/s320/-DSC01101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157481234660481122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R5MN3H-uWHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RlBqc7kByHc/s1600-h/DSC01100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R5MN3H-uWHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RlBqc7kByHc/s320/DSC01100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157481238955448434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-2752753048983621747?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2752753048983621747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=2752753048983621747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/2752753048983621747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/2752753048983621747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-im-back-to-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R5MN2n-uWFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gMfn4O_5uVU/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251771575109993805.post-2382810950537752337</id><published>2008-01-05T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:06:13.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia 28th Dec - 1st Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was fantabulous baby! had a great time in KL with Gary, Jas and Marl. Shopped alot but I guess we ate alot I'd say. It seemed that every hour we were munching something or just randomly looking for food places for snacks and bites :) Trained to KL Sentral that took us close to 8hours and the journey was like the worst thing ever, it was jerky and just hell. Reached in the morning then headed to Macs for breakfast before heading to our hotel. We stayed at Melia Kuala Lumpur, pretty nice hotel. We wanted to check-in but the staff told us the rooms werent ready so left our bags with the concierge then went to shop abit. Got back, to our dismay the rooms they gave us werent what we reserved for, but we took it for if not we had to wait another 2hours. So, showered and slacked til night before heading for dinner. In all we had stuff like Kenny Rogers, Macs, KFC, A&amp;amp;W, Donuts, Nandos, Char Kway Teow, Chicken Wings, Satay, Goreng Pisang &amp;amp; not forgetting our ultimate favourite Johnny's Restaurant and their famous "Thai Tea" :P inside joke! So bought stuff back for my family and even my little niece, got her a top. Most memorable parts of our trip was having Gary wake us up every morning with that annoying yet funny HELLO sound, me annoying Jas &amp;amp; Marl by watching news every time we were in the room, when we were in Johnny's Restaurant, not forgetting the part where I fell at Masjid India and ushering the new year with great friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve, Marl &amp;amp; Jas fell ill so Gary and I shopped on our own and he bought us stuff, thanks yea :) bought back KFC then at night we were at Petronas for the countdown. It rained at like 15mins before new years! So everyone started pushing and all just to get to the shelter but thank God, it stopped 5mins before 1200! the fireworks were really beautiful, it went off for like 8mins in total. Cabbed back to the hotel, oh yea talking bout cab, we met this nice taxi driver who even gave us his number in case we needed a cab or just info bout KL we could give him a ring, and yea he was hitting on Marl (Call me la... - with an accent! =P) We took a coach back for 4hours and I loved the ride! It was like really comfortable and all, so take my advise never train down to KL! Snapped loads of pics, but here are just few random ones :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38yd3-uWAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/N98l_JdE96c/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38yd3-uWAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/N98l_JdE96c/s320/DSC00625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151891987559766018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the hotel's lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38w-3-uV9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/IdT9YUrAWNU/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38w-3-uV9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/IdT9YUrAWNU/s320/DSC00611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151890355472193490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Berjaya Times Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38w_X-uV-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/rPYwPUhHhaE/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38w_X-uV-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/rPYwPUhHhaE/s320/DSC00741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151890364062128098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Petronas @ 1200 - New Years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38u3X-uV6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/lAAZaTCP8Us/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38u3X-uV6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/lAAZaTCP8Us/s320/DSC00540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151888027599919010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just before boarding the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38u33-uV7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/9Cr1gB-MK1g/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38u33-uV7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/9Cr1gB-MK1g/s320/DSC00587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151888036189853618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way to Pavilion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38u4n-uV8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6nWpjqmkT48/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38u4n-uV8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6nWpjqmkT48/s320/DSC00617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151888049074755522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just outside our rooms, before hitting the sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38tY3-uV3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/WuNkX6Y2Tqc/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38tY3-uV3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/WuNkX6Y2Tqc/s320/DSC00580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151886404102281074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alongside one of the roads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38tan-uV4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/rDRAMOZxMXg/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38tan-uV4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/rDRAMOZxMXg/s320/DSC00606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151886434167052162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the room, opposite was Times Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38ta3-uV5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/oQO-GUr9r7U/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38ta3-uV5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/oQO-GUr9r7U/s320/DSC00771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151886438462019474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at those two crazyyyyyy ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R4Bf13-uWDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5MqbBmFB3-o/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R4Bf13-uWDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5MqbBmFB3-o/s320/DSC00740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152223352876587058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R4Bf2H-uWEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nODcmgtEP34/s1600-h/DSC00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R4Bf2H-uWEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nODcmgtEP34/s320/DSC00647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152223357171554370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside Petronas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So anyway, I've got an internship placement in Carlton Hotel though am not really looking forward to start work for the next 6months, am just hoping time flies again. Gna go down to school tomorrow to get results for the previous modules then I'm just gonna go all out to party this coming week before I officially start work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-2382810950537752337?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2382810950537752337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=2382810950537752337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/2382810950537752337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/2382810950537752337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2008/01/kuala-lumpur-malaysia-28th-dec-1st-jan.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R38yd3-uWAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/N98l_JdE96c/s72-c/DSC00625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251771575109993805.post-2647626466446529319</id><published>2007-12-28T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T02:28:16.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As 2007 leaves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a blink of an eye, 2007 is already coming to an end. It's like just yesterday it was January 07 and now its December, how time flies. In life, so few come and dont go and the people you want/love/like so much? they're always the first to leave you. So anyway, the year like always has its ups and downs but I guess life's like that, one roller-coaster ride. Had my fair share of fun as well as the cries but I truly appreciate all the people I have around me from my whacky dysfunctional awesome family to those amazing friends with their never ending nonsense =) the year was one hella ride baby and I truly enjoyed my 19th birthday bash this year. Amazing, with thanks to my friends and family and I realized that I clubbed ALOT this year! Every other week I was at Clarke Quay then Jas, Sean &amp;amp; Subra had loads of comment about that! 2007, I'm almost done with my Bachelors, just gotta get over and done with internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, christmas celebrations this year werent such a big affair cos' the family was still in mourning for my uncle. But still the family got totally tipsy, almost wasted. Went for mass on the eve and was at Uncle Xavier's place for Christmas, danced, boozed and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'm heading for Malaysia for New Years and am leaving tomorrow. Sadly I wont be partyin with the family at Fullerton. Shittttttttttttttt I so wanna go! But then, KL's gonna be great I hope with those bunch of fellas =) So everybody, have a Blessed New year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some pictures to round up the year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3PmG3tOT-I/AAAAAAAAADU/n_bT3ptt5LE/s1600-h/-DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3PmG3tOT-I/AAAAAAAAADU/n_bT3ptt5LE/s200/-DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148711804721844194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3PmHHtOT_I/AAAAAAAAADc/oQTd4J4nhls/s1600-h/ChristmasandNewYear025_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3PmHHtOT_I/AAAAAAAAADc/oQTd4J4nhls/s200/ChristmasandNewYear025_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148711809016811506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Years 07&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3Pn2HtOUBI/AAAAAAAAADs/Oc4sPREoQsM/s1600-h/SANY0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3Pn2HtOUBI/AAAAAAAAADs/Oc4sPREoQsM/s200/SANY0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148713715982290962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jimmy's 20th Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3Pn13tOUAI/AAAAAAAAADk/hCDKsNqQ4VY/s1600-h/n608410662_67271_7992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3Pn13tOUAI/AAAAAAAAADk/hCDKsNqQ4VY/s200/n608410662_67271_7992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148713711687323650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Traders Hotel, NYE'S 07&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3PqentOUEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2L4xXJ7jkTs/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3PqentOUEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2L4xXJ7jkTs/s200/DSC01282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148716610790248514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nurul's 19th Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3Pqe3tOUFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vifzSh-h2eo/s1600-h/-DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3Pqe3tOUFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vifzSh-h2eo/s200/-DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148716615085215826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St James, Meiyu's 20th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3PqfHtOUGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CXj4Ebjm5LQ/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3PqfHtOUGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CXj4Ebjm5LQ/s200/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148716619380183138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas Gift Exchange 07, Dempsey Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3PpXntOUCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/i9XVz6LOYgs/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3PpXntOUCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/i9XVz6LOYgs/s200/DSC00038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148715391019536418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 19th Birthday, MOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3PsmHtOUHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BmpX1eNDQNc/s1600-h/P1030907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3PsmHtOUHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BmpX1eNDQNc/s200/P1030907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148718938662522994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoo Trip 2nd Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Somewhere in my heart there is a star that shines for you, love will see it through, somewhere in my heart there is a will to set you free, all you've got to be is true."&lt;/span&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/1251771575109993805-2647626466446529319?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2647626466446529319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=2647626466446529319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/2647626466446529319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/2647626466446529319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-2007-leaves.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R3PmG3tOT-I/AAAAAAAAADU/n_bT3ptt5LE/s72-c/-DSC00261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251771575109993805.post-3182678697650088957</id><published>2007-12-25T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T16:18:55.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-3182678697650088957?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3182678697650088957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=3182678697650088957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/3182678697650088957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/3182678697650088957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-will-update-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-6746562832892708640</id><published>2007-12-20T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:19:05.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas gift exchange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Meiyu, Vivian, Marl, Jas, Gary &amp;amp; myself) had our very own christmas gift exchange last night and overall it was a rather enjoyable night. It was a very enjoyable yet scary roadtrip; there were 2 cars with me, Jas and Gary in one and the rest in Meiyu's car. Gary was our driver for the night and one thing's for sure, he's a very careful driver I must say however the car stalled in the middle of the road at Bugis when traffic was heavy! Thank God he was able to resolve it or else I couldnt imagine Jas and I pushing the car. Dined at Pastamania, then headed to Vivo to fetch Elaine and along the way we got lost and ended up in Marina South but eventually we made our way to Vivo by linking certain roads :) Went up to Dempsey Road and sat at Dome for drinks. Talked, crapped and the works. Next, went over to Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's to do the exchange and I didnt expect it but Jas got my name! She got me chocs (my all time fave!) along with a belt (screams!! I've got a thing for belts) and a really cute magnet. Thanks Jas, by the way I especially like the magnet with the words written on it cos I'd think of the times whenever I was down and out, you'd cheer me up with all kinds of words and jokes and all. Thanks again! and to Pak, I really hope the book will come in handy for you and you like it, took me sometime to actually decide what to get for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see you guys on 28th, Malaysia trip! =) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-6746562832892708640?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6746562832892708640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=6746562832892708640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/6746562832892708640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/6746562832892708640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-gift-exchange-we-meiyu-vivian.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-6033371548622698955</id><published>2007-12-16T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T18:49:27.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Time heals all wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Time waits for no man, and eventually time heals all wounds. All any of us wants is more time. A time to stand up, to grow up and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; let go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;. However, the wounds remain. In time, the mind covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens but it is never gone. As we grow up and go through life we are often surprised at how we lie awake at night, brooding over something that has upset us. We all have growing pains and thats life. Hence, its important to learn and understand the beauty of just letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Always somewhere, miss you where I've been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Today I finally must let you go. If I get to see tomorrow, I hope its worth all the wait and I'll take with me the memories to be my sunshine after the rain. Its so hard to say goodbye to yesterday. There are always somethings we do not want to say goodbye to, people we never want to say goodbye to but eventually it is the beginning of a whole new chapter. I guess things always happen for a reason and like what Vindy said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Probably you were the guardian angel...if not in this life Stephy, maybe in the next.&lt;/span&gt;" Moments, thats all we get with the ones we love and love? its a game you can lose without even playing it. To get by it, is very difficult but thanks to the friends who's constantly been there for me! Felicia, Calvin, Solo, Jasmine, Luqman, Marl, Elaine, Meiyu, Vindy, Subra, Kumar, Vivian, Nana, Jimmy, Nurul, Jeff, Suhailah, Ricky. Big hug to you people =) as for now, the memories shall be with me all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, the most over used quote which means alot.."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you love someone let them go, if they return, they're yours and if they dont, they were never yours to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-6033371548622698955?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6033371548622698955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=6033371548622698955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/6033371548622698955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/6033371548622698955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-heals-all-wounds-time-waits-for-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-6289686221628971873</id><published>2007-12-11T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T01:35:24.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><content type='html'>Anyway hi again. So I stayed home over the weekend missing out great parties like Zoukout 08, Milkshake Party at MOS and what not, so wth! was supposed to go to MOS but thanks to Calvin who overslept till 11pm and Felicia who ended up in Yishun with the boyfriend, we cooped ourselves at home in front of the television, nice. But on the other hand it was great staying home and spending time with the family. On sunday, my family decided to settle for pizza for lunch cos mom didnt wna cook so we placed our orders for a Hawaiian Classic &amp;amp; a BBQ Chicken Bonanza. So we waited 2 whole hours before Mr deliveryman actually arrived. 2 hours!!?!? even east to west of Singapore doesnt even take a whole 2 hours! But then again, could be due to the rain or them having many orders so that aside. When we received the order, to our dismay it was wrong! Imagine having to wait for 2 hours on hungry stomachs then when your food actually arrives, it isnt what you wanted! just for the record, they actually gave us a Teriyaki Chicken and Chicken Cheeseburger. So we called them up and asked if there was a mix-up, they said they would get back to us and after 15-mins there wasnt any call. They seriously suck in their customer service. So we called them back and told them to save the damn hassle, you never know for they might take another 2 hours to deliver the right pizzas and yeah my hunger would probably be gone by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, caught Golden Compass at Suntec with Jas, Marl &amp;amp; Gary cos Gary had free tix under the Singapore Police Coast Guard that came along with free popcorns, hotdogs, chips, drinks and nachos. The snacks were probably enough to last you up t0 3 movies! So anyhoos, believe it or not halfway through the movie there was a slight disruption that caused the movie to stop immediately. It was as if you were watching a pirated DVD at home, and the whole cinema was making noises and all, some even shouted "OI! Pirated ah?" did dinner at Long John and trained back home =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-6289686221628971873?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6289686221628971873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=6289686221628971873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/6289686221628971873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/6289686221628971873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/12/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-7624229988952242586</id><published>2007-12-05T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:00:45.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Trip</title><content type='html'>Zoo trip on sunday 2nd Dec was fantabulous baby! I know you may think, oh its the zoo whats so fun but seeing the animals and getting those horrible stench, but it was the company that made it all good so, cheers to jasmine, marl, atiqah &amp;amp; pak hong! We had ya kun kaya toast for breakfast before setting off, settled at KFC for lunch it and it was rasa istimewa at Chua Chu Kang for dinner, with the galore of seafood tofu, otah, stingray, and whole loads of other stuff :) was an awesome day guys. Pictures below =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1Yq_jDbkUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YdQoBgVcLRc/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1Yq_jDbkUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YdQoBgVcLRc/s320/DSC00267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140343295919755586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us, at Tiger Trek&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1YuTjDbkVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TQ0ZchlooPg/s1600-h/P1030930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1YuTjDbkVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TQ0ZchlooPg/s320/P1030930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140346938052022610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good posing Pak!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1aNGzDbkXI/AAAAAAAAACM/PVO7ZvAH2bM/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1aNGzDbkXI/AAAAAAAAACM/PVO7ZvAH2bM/s320/DSC00361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140451172613329266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite attraction of the day!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1aN_jDbkYI/AAAAAAAAACU/zdJjLO4Il5g/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1aN_jDbkYI/AAAAAAAAACU/zdJjLO4Il5g/s320/DSC00333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140452147570905474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out the  look on their faces! Esp  Jas &amp;amp; Marl =P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1aPPDDbkZI/AAAAAAAAACc/lJWJU-rf0bA/s1600-h/DSC00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1aPPDDbkZI/AAAAAAAAACc/lJWJU-rf0bA/s320/DSC00272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140453513370505618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Kangarooooooooooo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1aPyTDbkaI/AAAAAAAAACk/f7HprYew4T8/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1aPyTDbkaI/AAAAAAAAACk/f7HprYew4T8/s320/DSC00377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140454118960894370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to the Nerds Society&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1aQ0jDbkbI/AAAAAAAAACs/o4oE7hqWxa0/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1aQ0jDbkbI/AAAAAAAAACs/o4oE7hqWxa0/s320/DSC00376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140455257127227826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FBI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1251771575109993805-7624229988952242586?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7624229988952242586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=7624229988952242586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/7624229988952242586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/7624229988952242586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/12/zoo-trip.html' title='Zoo Trip'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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/_iiW0dyyWO9U/R1Yq_jDbkUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YdQoBgVcLRc/s72-c/DSC00267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251771575109993805.post-3887062847707327636</id><published>2007-11-30T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T16:42:05.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In life I've learnt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;That you cannot make someone love you, all you can do is be someone who can be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the rest is up to them. No matter how much you care, some people will just not care back. You should always leave loved ones with loving words for it may be the last time you see them. True friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;same goes for true love and then just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. Your family won't always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren't related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren't biological. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself and that no matter how heart broken you may be, the world doesnt stop for your grief. I've learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you will find the strength to help and finally I've come to realized that the people you care the most about in your life are always taken from you too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-3887062847707327636?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3887062847707327636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=3887062847707327636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/3887062847707327636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/3887062847707327636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-life-ive-learnt.html' title='In life I&apos;ve learnt...'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-1488595783724713065</id><published>2007-11-22T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T14:07:19.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sexy love</title><content type='html'>...."if i wrote you a love note, and made you smile with every word i wrote..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another month and I'll be done with school. I'll definitely miss alot of things, the friends, the laughter, the cries, the worries and there's definitely that particular someone that mattered most to you. &lt;span class="quotestandard"&gt;I never knew life could be like that. He was the one thing I followed through in years at college, the one thing I didn't give up on. But unfortunately, moments. Thats what we all get with the ones we love. It's a fact of life, we cannot choose who we fall in love with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quotestandard"&gt;It is not how much I did, but how much love I put in the doing. It is not how much I gave, but how much love I put in the giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quotestandard"&gt;I have fallen so in love with him, so much more than I said I would.... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, I'll always miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-1488595783724713065?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1488595783724713065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=1488595783724713065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/1488595783724713065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/1488595783724713065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-sexy-love.html' title='My sexy love'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-2714536821672690976</id><published>2007-11-09T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T01:17:24.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the world's a stage, and us? merely players.</title><content type='html'>The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you end of as an orgasm :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-2714536821672690976?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2714536821672690976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=2714536821672690976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/2714536821672690976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/2714536821672690976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-worlds-stage-and-us-merely-players.html' title='All the world&apos;s a stage, and us? merely players.'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-6317558809568532863</id><published>2007-10-27T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T01:54:03.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get why Singaporeans are always in a hurry</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty much a laid back person. Unless there's a need for me to hasten and fasten my work pace, most of the time, I'll take things easy. So what amazes me is looking at the crowds of MRT train people trying to squeeze unto the escalator. For God sake the escalator won’t vanish(lah), so why the rush and pushing at times. Next, all the courtesy campaign by the government is a real flop. No matter on the train or bus, there would still be inconsiderate acts. Nobody would move to the back of the bus or unoccupied spot in the train, they'd rather stand right in front of the door it's as if they get a prize for alighting first, people still stand on the right side of the escalator and even block it with their beautiful modeling poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially hate the mad rush when MRT doors opens, the aunties and uncles are like 100m sprinters, they get ready in the "sedia" position like "crouching tiger, hidden aunties/ah pek"! all ready to spring into action. Once the doors open, they speed in without having the decency to let the occupant inside a chance to exit. Anyway, what the hell this has been going on for the pass donkeygazillion years. I'm kinda immuned to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Its my last 2 months in sch and then I'm off for attachment though I'm gonna miss times in sch badly! but on the other hand its a whole new chapter of my life :) It's hard to let go of all that's been around, the fun times, the friends etc. it seems like yesterday I had it and now the times are changing. Life brings us simple pleasures everyday, its up to us to make them beautiful memories. But afterall letting go is the hardest thing to do in life, aint it? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-6317558809568532863?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6317558809568532863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=6317558809568532863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/6317558809568532863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/6317558809568532863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-get-why-singaporeans-are-always.html' title='I don&apos;t get why Singaporeans are always in a hurry'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-5948857459401760621</id><published>2007-10-05T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T11:01:53.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the angel in my eyes everyday, you're closer to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Feelings are always purest and most glowing in the h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;our of farewell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RwUTWrV7kOI/AAAAAAAAABU/V_kQOC01vPM/s1600-h/DSC00110_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RwUTWrV7kOI/AAAAAAAAABU/V_kQOC01vPM/s200/DSC00110_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117517831889195234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Some people come into our lives and quickly go.  Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same. It's kinda hard with you not around, till the day we meet again, in my heart is where I'll keep you friend. Memories give me the strength I need to proceed, wish I could turn back the clock, us 6 having all the fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;address  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; It’s the days we go so crazy, pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ople think we’re high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/address&gt;                 &lt;address  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; It’s the times we’re so bored, we laugh until we cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/address&gt;                 &lt;address  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; It’s the inside jokes, and "remember when"s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/address&gt;                 &lt;address  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No  matter what, we’ll always be best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/address&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We miss you Jeff, forever in our hearts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RwWoHbV7kPI/AAAAAAAAABc/-sOuBGb7SG8/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RwWoHbV7kPI/AAAAAAAAABc/-sOuBGb7SG8/s320/DSC01282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117681397128728818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friendship's Love of A Lifetime =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1251771575109993805-5948857459401760621?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5948857459401760621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=5948857459401760621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/5948857459401760621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/5948857459401760621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/10/youre-angel-in-my-eyes-everyday-youre.html' title='You&apos;re the angel in my eyes everyday, you&apos;re closer to me'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RwUTWrV7kOI/AAAAAAAAABU/V_kQOC01vPM/s72-c/DSC00110_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251771575109993805.post-8012096082609446020</id><published>2007-09-29T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:58:01.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop crying your heart out</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if people will actually take the heart to reciprocate whatever we've done/given them, if they'll actually take the time to think back. Its not easy and it doesnt always happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things in life that dont go the way you want them to, or the way they should but you cant dwell on these things cos then you'll miss out on the good ones. However, how many can really let go? It's tough to let go of something you've been hoping for but the sooner you realize things arent meant to be, the easier it'll be. A person has to let go cos their heart is too tired of holding on but they'll always love you, no matter what. Most of the time, the hardest thing to let go of is something you never really had, what could've happened didnt its just the way the cookie crumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to let go when holding on hurts so bad but what you leave behind is hard. What do you do when you wake up everything will be better, except it's not and there's no worse feeling than when you wake up and feel okay for a minute then that sick feeling washes over you and you remember it's not okay. To truly love is to have the courage to walk away and let go no matter how much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you can make it without them, if you did it before they came."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-8012096082609446020?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8012096082609446020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=8012096082609446020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/8012096082609446020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/8012096082609446020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/09/stop-crying-your-heart-out.html' title='Stop crying your heart out'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-8860389491632254149</id><published>2007-09-15T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:43:45.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 19th to me!</title><content type='html'>And so, I must say I've had one of the best birthday parties so far! Thanks all who made it possible! 3 days of fun and sheer intoxication. I shall tell you my entire account of my birthday then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/09&lt;br /&gt;Had school as usual, but apparently that day, i wasn't in class like 90% of the time cos I gave a self-break to myself and gradually a few others joined me outside the class just idling away and Ong Han Boon, my contract law lecturer was cool about it. Thereafter Jasmine, Marl &amp;amp; the rest surprised me with a famous amos cookie cake, yea cute along with sweet william flowers (there's a story behind this flower =P), then had early wishes as well by other friends and all. So, headed to secret recipe for dinner after school and then they surprised me with a dress from ripcurl which was so darn pretty. (Sorry Jas, we'll get you a topshop one! =P) Thank you guys for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/09&lt;br /&gt;My actual birthday. Went to school as per normal then meiyu gave me a lift to church then went back, and partied the night away at MOS. Joked, Camwhored, and everything else under the moonlight! Gary, Jeffrey, Jimmy, Jasmine, Aaron, his gf, Felicia, Calvin, Sharil, Qasim, Subra &amp;amp; co, thanks all for being there! then Calvin and Felicia surprised me with a cake at coffee club. A night of drinks and dancing was just awesome. Smoove was uber packed as always but we managed to squeeze in for a few songs before heading to main arena and retro. Jeff got me a brandy shot and it got straight to my head! Definitely a great night though we had a little misunderstanding, but in all, everything was just awesome. Reached home at 8am the next day and was hell shagged, couldnt sleep long cos was getting too much calls then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/09&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with william and a few others as part of my birthday dinner at Maharajah. It was a very simple and pleasant dinner and it was just sweet. And now, I do miss him =D so the dinner ended in a good way and we parted ways. Thank you Nurul for the gift and to all others as well! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and them who made it worthwhile! Thank you guys for being such fun! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuFhOAdumI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m-QMwKh0ppM/s1600-h/11092007344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuFhOAdumI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m-QMwKh0ppM/s320/11092007344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110325007924181602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuF7-AdunI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TIzcV7iFl8U/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuF7-AdunI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TIzcV7iFl8U/s320/DSC00038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110325467485682290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuG4-AduoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yDressbZ6lk/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuG4-AduoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yDressbZ6lk/s320/DSC00035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110326515457702530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuIEeAduqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YK94t6sqBuA/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuIEeAduqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YK94t6sqBuA/s320/DSC00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110327812537825954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuHUeAdupI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MWi0RwAHFzY/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuHUeAdupI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MWi0RwAHFzY/s320/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110326987904105106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuIqOAdurI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dvX_8MrEBCQ/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuIqOAdurI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dvX_8MrEBCQ/s320/DSC01277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110328461077887666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuKeuAdusI/AAAAAAAAABE/3hLoYnf2bP0/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuKeuAdusI/AAAAAAAAABE/3hLoYnf2bP0/s320/DSC00004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110330462532647618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"wherever I am, wherever I may be, your memories are always with me."&lt;/span&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/1251771575109993805-8860389491632254149?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8860389491632254149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=8860389491632254149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/8860389491632254149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/8860389491632254149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-19th-to-me.html' title='Happy 19th to me!'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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/_iiW0dyyWO9U/RuuFhOAdumI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m-QMwKh0ppM/s72-c/11092007344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251771575109993805.post-5300179159614930896</id><published>2007-09-07T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:42:14.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Beng attending night classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng went to take night courses so that in future he can get promotion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or a better job. During work, Ah Beng likes to show off to Ah Seng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;about his knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng: Ah Seng ah... I've been taking night courses for 3 months already, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;next week is the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng: Oh... Good luck ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then Ah Beng started to show off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng: Ok, I test you, who is Graham Bell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng: Don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng: He is the inventor of phone la... in 1876, see... if you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;take night courses, you would know this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng: .......... *speechless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next day, Ah Beng shows off again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng: Ah Seng ah... let me ask you, who is Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jacques Rousseau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng: Wash your toilet one ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng: No! He's the author of "Confessions"; nah nah nah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;told you already, if you take night courses, you would know this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng: ............*speechless + frustrated*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next day, once again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;h Beng: Do you know who Alexander Dumas is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng: Your gay partner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng: Choiii!!! If you don't know, don't simply answer la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's the author of "The 3 Musketeers"; if you take night courses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you would know this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng: ................ *speechless + frustrated + irritated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This time Ah Seng cannot tahan (stand) anymore and asks Ah Beng...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng: Eh... Do you know who Ah Kow is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng: Errrr... No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Seng: He's the guy sleeping with your wife!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you stop night courses, you would know this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Beng: .......... *fainted*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Goodnight ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-5300179159614930896?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5300179159614930896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=5300179159614930896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/5300179159614930896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/5300179159614930896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/09/ah-beng-attending-night-classes.html' title='Ah Beng attending night classes'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-477298809255731999</id><published>2007-09-02T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:25:42.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this love</title><content type='html'>Look after you by The Fray was on repeat mode on my itunes and I felt the lyrics somehow connects with me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I dont say this now, I will surely break as I'm leaving the one I wanna take...&lt;/span&gt;" but to face it, how many of us can truly let the one we love go? so the cliches say, let the person go if you really love them but the fact is that, it takes hell loads to let go and when you say your happiness lies in the other party being happy, but in reality you're sad. Love can be magic, but that magic may be just an illusion and sadly, I'm a victim of it and think about it, if we all could choose who we fell in love with, it wouldn't be fun at all because most of the time we end up falling for the one we'd never thought of, you could even fall for a married person, someone much older/younger etc. it's as if there's no barriers but when you look further, there's so many obstacles you've to overcome. Attraction between two people despite age differences is normal however such attractions are seldom expressed in real life. Our more general attitude towards love is that our feelings are all that is going on. And so to us the totality of love is what we feel but to really love someone requires commitment, fidelity and vulnerability. I imagine love to be incompleteness in absence and I finally know the pain of too much tenderness and to be wounded by your own understanding of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return home at eventide with gratitude, and then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-477298809255731999?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/477298809255731999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=477298809255731999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/477298809255731999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/477298809255731999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-love.html' title='this love'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-3483121754173739104</id><published>2007-08-28T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:53:41.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mrt pandemonium pt 2</title><content type='html'>This is just a follow up on my previous post; a pledge suitable for those "aunties".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"we the citizens of singapore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pledge ourselves as one kiasu people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;regardless of days, time and place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to always rush for the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;based on pushing and shoving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so as to achieve a good seat, good view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and comfort through'out the journey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-3483121754173739104?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3483121754173739104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=3483121754173739104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/3483121754173739104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/3483121754173739104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/08/mrt-pandemonium-pt-2.html' title='mrt pandemonium pt 2'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-8844234285008928320</id><published>2007-08-25T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T01:12:13.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mrt pandemonium</title><content type='html'>In all honesty, the sight of how people or rather Singaporeans push and shove one another just to get into the train totally turns me off, in comparison with other cultures I've come across, ours are just totally bollocks. I was taking the train home earlier on when I encountered this sight, especially those "middle-aged aunties" who are so damn afraid there aint gonna be anymore trains. They react as if, they will never get home if they do not board that particular train and what's worst is when you cant move further yet they still push to make sure they're freaking comfortable and they'd even tell their sons or daughters "ah girl ah move in la..just push la" (read with the typical Singaporean accent) this is a kind of thing that flows in the aunties blood; 'pushing and shoving'. Especially at Outram Park station cos Chinatown is pretty nearby and thats where the majority of the Singaporean aunties are. Another point is, the train is already freaking packed yet these people still lean against the pole without allowing others to have something to grip on and there was this 'mat' looking guy who looked as if he was gonna curse and swear at those people, but it's kinda funny if you'd see the expressions on the other people faces. I'd suggest these folks go to India and look at the situation there; especially their train services and learn something, ha! I'm thinking they wouldnt even manage to get up the train. There are two types of people in this world; those who can wait and those who cant. I guess the latter defines a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever considered how we passionately believe in tolerance until someone else's moral convictions infringe on our own at which point we have no tolerance for them? oh well, lets not irritate ourselves by that, everyone has the right to be whatever they want to be. But heck, have a little patience and especially humour cos it teaches you tolerance, eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-8844234285008928320?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8844234285008928320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=8844234285008928320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/8844234285008928320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/8844234285008928320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/08/mrt-pandemonium.html' title='the mrt pandemonium'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</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-1251771575109993805.post-1039747933902493934</id><published>2007-08-23T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:38:02.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personality is a mask we all believe in.</title><content type='html'>So I've had the worst experience with this lecturer the past week. She got me all worked up over the splitting of me and my team mates, on one hand she did the right thing though but on the other it left alot of us unhappy. My whole point is her words are too sharp for anyone to handle. Thanks to words, we have been able to rise above the brutes; and thanks to words, we have often sunk to the level of the demons. Unfortunately, in this case I think we've all sunk to the level of demons, screw her and her arrogance she's too full of herself, I do not know what she's thinking or should I say, I'd rather not know but in her words she's epitomized the history of the human race. Most human interactions are confined to the exchange of words, the realm of thought. It is essential to bring some stillness, particularly into your close relationships, to think back things will never be the same again and well a bruised heart is always pierced through the ears, true enough? you tell me. Words are one thing that often lives forever, it leaves marks and scars and heck I've never seen such person in my life before so I do hope I never see her for my next few modules she's too fake for me and I know she's never gonna change but what an experience it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isnt easy, it's lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251771575109993805-1039747933902493934?l=stephymarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1039747933902493934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251771575109993805&amp;postID=1039747933902493934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/1039747933902493934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251771575109993805/posts/default/1039747933902493934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephymarian.blogspot.com/2007/08/personality-is-mask-we-all-believe-in.html' title='personality is a mask we all believe in.'/><author><name>Stephy Marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14125126875886102501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
