<?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-10167970</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:29:40.449+08:00</updated><category term='sermon'/><category term='mad'/><category term='CNY'/><category term='Gratification'/><title type='text'>lurve</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167970.post-2446058263446576319</id><published>2007-07-31T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:47:24.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i really hate it when people call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;names. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;never did like it since young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nobody does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, if people resort to name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;calling on my blog, i will not hesitate to ban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you. period.&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/10167970-2446058263446576319?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/2446058263446576319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=2446058263446576319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/2446058263446576319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/2446058263446576319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-things-i-learnt-this-week-must-be.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-3645108026805164010</id><published>2007-07-10T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:36:19.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratification'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warning : this is one sappy post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i reminisce about my school days from pri to sec to poly................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so blessed to have good friends that still stick by me after all this time. sometimes i am baffled by their unrelentless and never give up spirit. considering i am a suck! friend who hates going out, hates the sun, hates clubbing, and, what else is there to do in Singapore, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i find, where do they get the energy to pick up the phone and date me out again since i hardly ever pick up my phone, so lazy to call back and would rather sleep at home anytime. gees. i think i can easily snag the title of world's crappiest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, my poor friends have to force, whine, nag or coerce / sometimes even threaten me just to go out for a trip down town. i am so touched that they have never given up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's my best friend from sec, gueky, who always yak so much in class to me and got me into trouble. i remember those carefree times we had after sch. the chats we had in the bus rides home seemed like it lasted for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, she and dear ah bu n i would hang at the void deck downstairs my block and we would take candid shots. and then guek will stay over at my house n we would try to study.but end up chatting n singing all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember we used to write long letters to each other every other day, altho she is just like sitting beside me, separated by the aisle. letters with cute envelopes, adorned with cute stickers, letters that are folded up into compact shapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly notes passed around, to n fro during mr poh's class, n then a burst of uncontrolled laugher would bubble up from someone somewhere in the class that usually results with annoyed n curious glares from ppl sitting in the vicinity. n i would realise that the someone was actually me. n i would quickly cup my mouth in embarrassment. ahh, those were the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we are all grown up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085451625890544354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZItiGxCWFAk/RpMnT1OjeuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WNIg5ZxGSV4/s320/P1010119.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this pic taken 1 yr ago. 1 of the rare cases where she managed to drag me out of the comfort of my nest after 2hrs of hounding me on the phone, to a night club in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZItiGxCWFAk/RpMnMFOjetI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O2Ip--8DeYA/s1600-h/P1010114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085451492746558162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZItiGxCWFAk/RpMnMFOjetI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O2Ip--8DeYA/s320/P1010114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she is dressed in a f****** sexy piping hot red outfit that has 2 gaping holes at the sides. sheesh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gueky's gonna treat me to a hair spa nx month! YAY! she's so sweet can?! note, muz bring her out to a good hearty meal once i get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was TB030 in poly, the fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v322/faithmato/qqqqq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old pic of us. hmm, no picture of the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the tap baos, tap dancing our way into joy and laughter. shit, where did we come up with that man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember all the camps we had together, the mary brown sessions, chill out at ITAS, mugging together, sleep over outside biz tech lab, our self co-ordinated dance version of jingle bell rock n perhaps perhaps perhaps, karaoke jamming, and so much so much more that can cover 2 whole pages if i were to list them down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there is simply too much to be said about the times we had that cannot be describe in a blog entry. if i were given a chance to do it all again, i wouldn't miss it in a heartbeat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;baos, u guys mean more than the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, there is the bestest friend anyone could have/caring sweet sister / my pillar of strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v322/faithmato/Untitled-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am grateful for her for so many reasons. but that shall be left for another day. given that my &lt;strong&gt;brain battery&lt;/strong&gt; is running out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 mins ago, there was 10% of power left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. (2%). ti-ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going ... ti-ti. ti-ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going... (1%). ti-ti. ti-ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;0%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-3645108026805164010?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/3645108026805164010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=3645108026805164010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/3645108026805164010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/3645108026805164010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2007/07/warning-this-is-one-sappy-post-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZItiGxCWFAk/RpMnT1OjeuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WNIg5ZxGSV4/s72-c/P1010119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10167970.post-4439841836610807336</id><published>2007-03-27T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:58:58.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sermon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one of my fave pastor preached today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything will be ok in the end.&lt;br /&gt;If it's not ok, it's not the end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he meant when Christ comes down, all our problems will dissipate.and i believe it could also mean that yes we will be going through difficult times in facing all the obtacles in life, but if we hold on to him, no matter how tough it may be, everything will be ok in the end. it may not seem to be ending, but once it does it will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah so chim. i oso blur. haha. ok nvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-4439841836610807336?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/4439841836610807336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=4439841836610807336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/4439841836610807336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/4439841836610807336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-of-my-fave-pastor-preached-today-he.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-8917725861913242180</id><published>2007-03-06T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T20:42:14.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNY'/><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Cny has finally come and gone and i have to say that i actually lived through it. a pat on my back.&lt;br /&gt;all the interrogation from the nosey adults trying to pry into my life.&lt;br /&gt;hey it's not called MY life for nothing ok.&lt;br /&gt;thank God for cousins. they come and they make everything ok again, even tho nosey adults spoilt your day with endless questions.&lt;br /&gt;love all my cousins. they're the fun stuff. after sending 1 of them off at the airport, headed over to another house to meet more of them. and had a really fun game of heart attack. laugh till siao. =p and my hainanese sucks. so i'm always lost in what the adults are talking during cny. gees, all i know how to say is "bud bud.. bud hiah, bo bud gong." and, "mana dai??" dialect is so lost in the younger generation. anyway on the whole, cny was not all that bad as i thought it would be. at least i survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently went out with the baos again. our outing always follow the same sequence. makan first at marina square. then walk all the way to our secret starbucks to talk over coffee and cake. ok, so at starbucks i saw this really weird label. they called their curry puff, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ugly curry puff&lt;/span&gt;. and beside ugly curry puff was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;very ugly curry puff&lt;/span&gt;.... hey! then where is &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fugly curry puff&lt;/span&gt;?? hahaha... shops these days, where on earth do they come up with such names for their products? actually the puffs don't look ugly at all :/ btw, nx outing at ITAS ya?? and cutlet 1.. and prata shop... so erm just come with an empty stomach. hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 9pm fann wong show debuts today on channel 8. but sad to say, i am a little disappointed by the show. the script and the set really is nothing compared to grey's anatomy. which i'm proud to say i've already watched up to season 3 ep 13 when starworld hasn't even finished airing season 2 yet. heh heh. and oh no, not again, my sister has just turned on yet another korean drama in the living room and it's tempting me so badly to go outside to watch with them now and my ability to focus on my post is slowly but surely diminishing. so chao for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-8917725861913242180?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/8917725861913242180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=8917725861913242180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/8917725861913242180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/8917725861913242180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2007/03/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-116893300705580787</id><published>2007-01-16T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:36:47.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's only TUESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube is so frekking slow! what's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;is it because now everyone in the world has discovered the wonders of youtube making the site lag so badly or because the frekking earthquake causing internet connection all over the world to SLOW down drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGTEL, MI, STARHUB PLS DO SMG ABOUT THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am soo bored and now i am forced to blog because youtube is so slow it's driving me nutz. urrgg.&lt;br /&gt;i am bored. so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let's blog about yesterday. Went all the way from pasir ris to people's park to relive the glory of the channel U approved meat porridge and yu sheng but the whole 2 story makan place closed down. arghh! so disappointing! i ended up eating fried cha kway tiao which was so normal and so oily, and which you can get at any other coffee shop... tsk, really regretted going down lor. such a wasted trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me.. tonight i am going to bring my mom down to eat the XO crab beenhoon at changi village. OOoo. i think it is like 20+ for one bowl but so worth it so worth it.  and tmr i'm in for some waffle crisp cornflakes and cold milk for breakfast and maybe for night time will psycho my sister to cook some carbonara for our dinner. her christmas carbonara was simply fabulous lor! i want again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i guess what's always on my mind, morning noon and night, is always food! its alright, good food is worth all my hard earned money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-116893300705580787?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/116893300705580787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=116893300705580787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/116893300705580787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/116893300705580787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-only-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-116882941355436042</id><published>2007-01-15T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T10:50:13.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Officially from today, i am out of &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;job.&lt;br /&gt;And i am so happy i am finally out of that horrible job.&lt;br /&gt;i hate everything about it, except that nad sits a few rows down from me of cos;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i was really miserable there.&lt;br /&gt;aiya sit so far, tats why have friend there also like no friend.&lt;br /&gt;hehhh. true what..&lt;br /&gt;but now i feel so free! just like when michael scofield finally broke out from prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i see why i never talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. cos when i do, it reminds me of the horrible fact that i am still working in it and what more i have to endure.&lt;br /&gt;see now i get to sleep in, i get to take long baths, and watch my fave tv shows until late in the night.&lt;br /&gt;gees, i'm getting used to the sound of it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what lies in the year 2007?&lt;br /&gt;i sure hope smg better than 2006, well it has to be!&lt;br /&gt;but my gut feeling tells me it will.&lt;br /&gt;and i believe it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the first thing i am gonna do on this brand new hopeful/ FREE day:&lt;br /&gt;would be to go down to people's park and eat the channel U approved fish porridge/ mee sua/ yu sheng(raw salmon w ginger)&lt;br /&gt;like i say, food is my ultimate love and forever it shall be. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-116882941355436042?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/116882941355436042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=116882941355436042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/116882941355436042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/116882941355436042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2007/01/officially-from-today-i-am-out-of-that.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-116661954413506668</id><published>2006-12-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:02:18.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Xmas is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be having a christmas party for our relatives this coming monday. Looking forward to the eating but not looking forward to the cooking! But being the good girl that i am, i am going to help prepare. And here is our xmas menu: the turkey, honey baked ham, sherperd's pie, cookies, cupcakes,door gifts and hopefully there is enough time to bake a cake. Main dish is gonna be carbonara in creamy white sauce... oooh! *drools. More potato side dishes include potato salad, baked patato with bacon bits and white cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our home is finally decorated and xmas tree is up. whew. Now all that is left is baking and cooking and baking. oh no the only sucky thing i dread now is the cleaning up we have to do on monday night. but hey at least my ingenious mother thought of paper plates and cups. so lesser cleaning up for her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just a simple dinner for the folks. and then comes chinese new year. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;christmas not here yet CNY menu popping into my head already. curry chicken, steamed fish, steam boat, kang kong..... arg stop stop faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is good food now my only ambition in life after i have left poly? gosh i am worth more than this! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having kaylie and charlie are like having children. it's so tiring to look after them, make sure they get their meals. but when i get to spent time with them, and play catching with them, i couldn't dream of anything more rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas is the time to love. cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-116661954413506668?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/116661954413506668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=116661954413506668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/116661954413506668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/116661954413506668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-is-coming-well-be-having.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-116600122464049931</id><published>2006-12-13T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:46:48.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i somehow just felt like talking, and with no one in mind that wouldn't be judging my words and just be listening, i just found myself right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be a useless update because i'm not particularly going to say what i have been up to these past months. Not exactly proud of what i've accomplished so far so nothing much to talk about there.  if u get the drift, basically i've accomplished nothing by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be more so a mundane post of how i am feeling about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time when i blog, it's usually because i'm facing a problem, when i'm exceptionally happy, or very emotional. so pls don't expect much from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well from now onwards i'm going to just let my fingers talk, cos my mind is neither here nor there, just feeling rather tired and bored of certain things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well recently gueky is facing another break up. i really don't know what to advise her anymore lah. just hope that the challenges we are going to face nx year will bring some hope for us. i hope that better things will happen for us. it seems that we lead very sad lives. i hope that by nx year, everything will work out for us. i can only turn to the lord for help again. i just hope and hope and hope and wish and wish it is going to work out for us. amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else to talk about? nothing much really. so i shall pulish this oddly meaningful post (well it is to me at least) now before blogger hangs on me like every other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toddles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-116600122464049931?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/116600122464049931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=116600122464049931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/116600122464049931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/116600122464049931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-somehow-just-felt-like-talking-and.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-115079819186923112</id><published>2006-06-20T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:09:51.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never ever want to go through the past 7 days of hell again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have my  brain fried up to 39.9. is really not something to be laughed about at when you look back at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos it's really like hell lose in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fried brain + depression = crazy and deranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. really not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i don't  even know why i think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for talking sense into me girl. it really helped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-115079819186923112?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/115079819186923112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=115079819186923112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/115079819186923112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/115079819186923112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-never-ever-want-to-go-through-past-7.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-114777329715271999</id><published>2006-05-16T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T18:03:29.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cool. Downtown east took away all the crap that they had and will be replacing it with new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, a Big Cinema. &lt;strong&gt;yes yes pasir ris is so lacking of a proper civilized place to watch shows&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new and huge gaming zone. &lt;strong&gt;I can almost predict bumming there for the rest of my life, no thanks to my new house being 5 mins away from downtown east.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new 32 lane bowling alley. &lt;strong&gt;the only thing i wish they wouldn't rebuilt and could put the space to better use.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a permanent new ferris wheel.&lt;strong&gt; wow wanna compete with the Singapore eye arrr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my. I don't really like adult hood. I am one who lives in the week, eh no. I live by the day. Don't really like planning my life out. If I plan to do something on some day, I usually plan it the day before. so please don't make me plan ahead. and hell, i'm not going to let the wireless mobile technology dictate my life. cmon, i'm not my mom. 3 am in the morning also need to attend to her phone. no way hosay. i won't let that happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to become a typical singaporean woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-114777329715271999?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114777329715271999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=114777329715271999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114777329715271999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114777329715271999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/05/cool.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-114711048297647189</id><published>2006-05-09T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:22:47.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can no longer contain my exxitement. =)&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago, I shifted to my temp house, and it was like 5 mins away from artika's house. And we could go home together everyday for the last sem in tp. And now can you believe how good God is to me?? My new house is like 5 mins aways from nad's house!? NO KIDDING. From near tp to near nad. can't wait to shift in. can't believe it tho. Stay near nad? the girl who says what i say in union and still goes &lt;strong&gt;Snap Twist&lt;/strong&gt;. the girl who likes to wiggle her cheeks. the girl with the bushy hair. okay, she's gonna kill me if i don't stop. but just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt stop there. anyway, i might shifting in in a months' time. hope all goes well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//cont'd So you see, the girl started chomping down her food the moment it came. -see picture below- Indian rojak she blanjah us. thanks ah. Someone got the PP already what. Cab fare also she blanjah us. The jobfull paying for the jobless. kekeke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/After%20TP%20outing%20(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/200/After%20TP%20outing%20%2810%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three babies, waiting for mummy to change their dappies? If you look carefully, you'll spot the third one. and guess what, we hanged at the baby's room for so long till one pissed momma came in and scolded us. sacarstically she said, &lt;strong&gt;you changing a baby in there&lt;/strong&gt;? em, iono what do you think? but we just ignored her and walked off. gosh i feel like i'm 16 again. the exhilaration. the fun. the delinquents with an attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-114711048297647189?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114711048297647189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=114711048297647189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114711048297647189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114711048297647189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-can-no-longer-contain-my-exxitement.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-114688562141001588</id><published>2006-05-06T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:14:46.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today's mission: To portray the cuter side of two very special people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/P1010088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/200/P1010088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we were waiting for the lastest comer, not that we weren't late ourselves, but we waited for the &lt;strong&gt;lastesstt&lt;/strong&gt; comer. Both of us, hungry like dunno wat. They say, " empty vessels make the most noise." so we starting feasting almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/P1010083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/200/P1010083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trrrrringgggggggggggggggggggggggg...&lt;br /&gt;Tha Tha TUHHH DAHHHHH. Tha Tha Tuhhh Dahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Tha Tha TUHHH DAHHHHH. Tha Tha Tuhhh Dahhhh&lt;br /&gt;nad acting sweet. wahaha oh god. just look at her. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/P1010095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/200/P1010095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay after reading noi's entry last stanza, i couldn't help sniggering away. That was FUnnny with a capital F! :] kekekeke.... sorray darling, but when an opportunity comes up, you've just gotta grab it. And gosh, the girl changed her blog again. -_- livejournal eh?&lt;br /&gt;you ninnypoot you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/320/P1010087.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep tats all folks. A short moment of bliss in the life of a recluse. I feel so unkempt after staying indoors for so long. but i'm loving it. Until then. [Click on photos to enjoy the full size image of it.] =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//gosh they &lt;strong&gt;Are&lt;/strong&gt; cute, aren't they.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-114688562141001588?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114688562141001588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=114688562141001588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114688562141001588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114688562141001588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-mission-to-portray-cuter-side.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-114681239413419720</id><published>2006-05-05T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:20:23.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/P1010011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/320/P1010011.jpg" 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/10167970-114681239413419720?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114681239413419720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=114681239413419720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114681239413419720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114681239413419720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-114673248122934226</id><published>2006-05-04T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:58:33.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/P1010064.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/200/P1010064.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/P1010078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/200/P1010078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my life revolves around her now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;hush little baby, don't say a word... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a full-time house-mom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-114673248122934226?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114673248122934226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=114673248122934226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114673248122934226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114673248122934226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-life-revolves-around-her-now.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-114587770788338328</id><published>2006-04-24T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T00:15:24.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come Holy Spirit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come Holy Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;fall on me now. . .&lt;br /&gt;I need your anointing,&lt;br /&gt;come in your power . . .&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;I love you Holy Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;You're captivating my soul&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I grow to love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching for your heart&lt;br /&gt;You hold my life in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Drawing me closer to you&lt;br /&gt;I feel your power renew&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to this place&lt;br /&gt;Where I can see you face to face&lt;br /&gt;I worship you in Spirit and in truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-114587770788338328?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114587770788338328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=114587770788338328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114587770788338328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114587770788338328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/04/come-holy-spirit-come-holy-spirit-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-114414757096202597</id><published>2006-04-04T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:47:23.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I mention that's a new addition to the family?&lt;br /&gt;And her name is Kayley Grace Liew.&lt;br /&gt;You should see her, she's the cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;At first, I wanted to name her cadence, then for a few days I called her that.&lt;br /&gt;But my sister wanted twinkles and my mom kept calling her grace.&lt;br /&gt;And then i changed it to muffin.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you... the poor gal. Mixed up personalities;&lt;br /&gt;The way we confused her with different names.&lt;br /&gt;So then, to get over it all, i suggested she take on the name of my bolster...&lt;br /&gt;Kayley.&lt;br /&gt;Simple. And now we have 2 kayleys in the house.&lt;br /&gt;My bolster and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, she's the cutest!&lt;br /&gt;She has very light brown hair, a cute nose and the most lovable face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ya kayley,&lt;br /&gt;Mz faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-114414757096202597?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114414757096202597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=114414757096202597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114414757096202597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114414757096202597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/04/did-i-mention-thats-new-addition-to.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-114362628466441158</id><published>2006-03-29T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:58:04.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, ain't no harm playing a little game of tag. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Final Five (remove the top and add your blog to the bottom)&lt;br /&gt;- www.emo-zions.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;- sarongskirts.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;- koume.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;- orangechristmas.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;- faithmato.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing ten years ago?&lt;br /&gt;Playing Hop skotch during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Songs Which You Know All The Lyrics Right Off Your Head Now&lt;br /&gt;- L.o.v.e&lt;br /&gt;- Jingle bell rock&lt;br /&gt;- Build me up buttercup&lt;br /&gt;- End of the road&lt;br /&gt;- Fixing a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things You Would Do If You Were A Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;- Build a fabulous house for my mom&lt;br /&gt;- Gouge myself with all the best of food in Singapore -the chocolate buffet, the meat  restaurant etc etc. -hungryy-&lt;br /&gt;- tour all the continents with my mom and sis&lt;br /&gt;- pour the rest of the money in a hot business venture and give the proceeds to the church.&lt;br /&gt;-Geez the way i'm spenting it, don't think i've got enough for no 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Bad Habits&lt;br /&gt;- Procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;- Lazy sickness&lt;br /&gt;- Blinking my eyes profusely for no reason&lt;br /&gt;- Repeating myself&lt;br /&gt;- Obstinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things You Like Doing&lt;br /&gt;- Just gazing at charlie&lt;br /&gt;- Going to arcade with friends&lt;br /&gt;- Stonning;fantasizing&lt;br /&gt;- Watching tv&lt;br /&gt;- Breathing;Loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things You Will Never Wear, Buy Or Get New Again?&lt;br /&gt;- a desktop&lt;br /&gt;- decorative ornaments&lt;br /&gt;- a clown suit&lt;br /&gt;- a clown nose&lt;br /&gt;- a corset haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Favourite Toys/Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my computer&lt;br /&gt;- my historic collections&lt;br /&gt;- my new ultra cute thumb drive&lt;br /&gt;- my bed&lt;br /&gt;- my korean serials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're IT! (mUAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;noi&lt;br /&gt;nad&lt;br /&gt;dajie&lt;br /&gt;brandon&lt;br /&gt;noobi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-114362628466441158?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114362628466441158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=114362628466441158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114362628466441158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114362628466441158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/03/alright-aint-no-harm-playing-little.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-114319835653960810</id><published>2006-03-24T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T19:05:56.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/too.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/200/too.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/hoo.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/200/hoo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/ho.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/200/ho.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does photos work on my blog? hmm, i wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-114319835653960810?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114319835653960810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=114319835653960810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114319835653960810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114319835653960810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/03/does-photos-work-on-my-blog-hmm-i.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-114308892924004212</id><published>2006-03-23T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T19:14:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh&lt;br /&gt;why is my blogger in chinese again? Does a large population of bloggers get it in chinese too?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the earning big bucks bloggers like xia xue and dawn yeo gets theirs in chinese? well that's a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole evening watching King Kong &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, the 3 hour sappy movie.And I just couldn't help but cry for the poor ape.&lt;br /&gt;The first time i remembered was at the cinema and i left the theatre with very sored eyes, a red nose and a heavy heart. And today was no different. I salute you Kong! My heart goes out to you. However this time, it was my mom sitting beside me, and after the show, i turned over to her with my wet face to ask her how she found the show.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? She was not affected at all! Her face was as dry as a dry prune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa lao eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could sit and finish watching king kong ----with a dry face?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind mom, maybe you just can't appreciate such romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too bad that they only won best visual effect in the academy awards. They deserve more! Well maybe they did win more, but i didn't last the full 3 hour long show. And i'm glad Peter jackson has such a wonderful mind to produce such a beautiful remake of kong. ahh.. i'm in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have i shaken off the sad depressing feeling that kong left in me? Almost there! almost!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who's going to Mz ng's bbq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Rotting rotting rotting,&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mz faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-114308892924004212?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114308892924004212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=114308892924004212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114308892924004212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114308892924004212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/03/sigh-why-is-my-blogger-in-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-114131718421138746</id><published>2006-03-03T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T00:33:04.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised.... the many years of dreaming out dreams... the childhood years of sculpting ambitions, those times spent making plans for the future, it is NOW the time to take action of these dreams, make these dreams a reality, live it out........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but suddenly i feel i lack the strength to do so....&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like living out my dreams... it's more so tiring with nobody at my side to give me support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the last day of TP tomorro. gosh it seemed like only yesterday when i stepped into the classroom, meeting my very first friend... mayvis. she was cool man. then someone called nad sat beside her and that was how i got to know the girl. First impression was like, eh y this gal so enthu 1.. teacher onli talking rubbish but she also taking down notes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but little did i know this enthu gal became one of my dearest darling in sch. First day also saw tian nee, mich and jessly, and brandon, zaid, razin, james? boss? ivan? haha sorry my ram only can store few megabytes... so prolly didn't register the rest into my brain. the next day saw noi, sharon. em, yasmeen? woops, forgetful me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after tomorro, people will be going for interviews, applying for more unis... and so on... for me, i just wanna slack and slack, hopefully i wouldn't rot away at some dusty corner of my house.  I just wanna take this opportunity to wish every all the best in their future endeavours. Do not give up your dreams; do not even give up what you set yourselves on doing, like going for a part time job interview or smg. Must believe in yourselves alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit rotting,&lt;br /&gt;faithfy out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-114131718421138746?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114131718421138746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=114131718421138746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114131718421138746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114131718421138746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-114083892874088879</id><published>2006-02-25T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:45:01.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title ain workin</title><content type='html'>it's a saturaday! yay.. i'm supposed to meet my sister now but i'm soo lazy to leave the comfort of my room.... haha sry jie jie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored... i'm starting to miss a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;for one thing... i really miss hanging in sch already.. i mean just hangin..&lt;br /&gt;and the thought of just starting work in this world gives me butterflies in the tummy...&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna do anything now all of a sudden...&lt;br /&gt;but no! i can't... just live off my parents forever...........&lt;br /&gt;why must our world be so bloody chaotic and competitive???&lt;br /&gt;the stupid gahmen want us to compete compete and compete until the day we die isit...&lt;br /&gt;this is called "our life"&lt;br /&gt;i refuse i refuse to accept that fate...&lt;br /&gt;but then it's hard to find something you like doing for the rest of your life.. hai&lt;br /&gt;what is this..&lt;br /&gt;why can't we go back to village days, everyday wake up take water from the well, cook, plant rice in the paddy field, sunset stop work.. 7pm family time... sleep..&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. those were the days of no migrains.&lt;br /&gt;now our life's like eat shit sleep eat shit sleep work work WORK.. until the day we die...&lt;br /&gt;so meaningless life would be then...&lt;br /&gt;i'm so not ready for this world.. i wanna live in my books and my fantasies foreva........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianness,&lt;br /&gt;faith out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-114083892874088879?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114083892874088879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=114083892874088879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114083892874088879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114083892874088879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/02/title-ain-workin_25.html' title='title ain workin'/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-114083791708798859</id><published>2006-02-25T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:27:01.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A couple of things i would like to address today: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. profess my undying love 2. Get a stupid job 3.Settlements 4. thanksgiving &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kwon Sang Woo!!! Sarange Sarange Sarange!! Sang Woo OPPA!!! ARHHH. -Someone pls pull me back into reality- KWON SANG WOO!!! OMG OMG........... KSW KSW!!! SARANGE!!! =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok now that POLY is over and done with. I think i'm gonna come out into the work force and contribute to Singapore's growth in economy. ha ha ha I hated studying anyways, cos i ain't that smart and i'm a pretty slow learner. so studying some more? gonna depress me alot. hai. plus to get into the job i want onlys got a few more limited and precious years to try. Once I hit a certain age........ bye bye. expired liao.. cannot join. hope i can make it. really hope i can. First time i tried last year. I failed the first round. I hope this time can at least make it to the second round of interviews. hai. at least fail can try again, and with more confidence. but first, i needa get comfortable in my own skin... which i'm struggling so hard with. how to get comfortable around others like that.... jiayou jiayou........ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;next. 4.8 Paper -yasmeen 1.5 lamination- artika 1.8 binding- artika 3.5 taxi- noi 3.5 taxi- nad 3 taxi- faith 18 printing-nad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;last but not least... i wanna thank all my fellow poly frenz for their love and care for the past 3 three years. now so tired, actually wanted to thank 1 by 1 de... but... yawnz... haha.... alright. nite nite dont let the bed bugs bite, faith out &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-114083791708798859?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114083791708798859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=114083791708798859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114083791708798859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114083791708798859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/02/couple-of-things-i-would-like-to_25.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-114007570659913159</id><published>2006-02-16T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T15:41:46.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My road in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh screw it lah. I wrote a bloody long post about my future and blogger didn't post it... and i didn't save a draft... screw it. i'm in no mood to recap the long post I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and drained &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; all my energy.&lt;br /&gt;Screw you blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes blogger company gets shuts down,&lt;br /&gt;Faith out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-114007570659913159?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/114007570659913159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=114007570659913159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114007570659913159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/114007570659913159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-road-in-life-ahhhhhh-screw-it-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-113973672661247544</id><published>2006-02-12T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:32:06.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid blogger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes right.. I tell you sometimes i really really hate blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it hangs after a long post, sometimes, it cuts off your post, or it refuses to log in.&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind, no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm in my room wasting away, waiting for relatives to come, to celebrate the zup gor meh. (the last day of new year)&lt;br /&gt;eh please lah, i'm not some specimen for viewing can..&lt;br /&gt;my sis: "you haven't seen my sis yet right.. come come. -drags me out- "&lt;br /&gt;then i've gotta stand there in front of everyone like an idiot, feeling the intense stares of their eyes shifting from head to toe and back to head.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;so irritating...&lt;br /&gt;alright nvm, go ahead and adore me.... i give you the permission. wahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so prefer the comfort of my room. oh gosh. but  i think i will have to go out and entertain -_-&lt;br /&gt;and oh shit here they come. crapsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to entertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go sch tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost of inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;Xue sheng xiu yun out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-113973672661247544?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113973672661247544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=113973672661247544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113973672661247544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113973672661247544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/02/stupid-blogger-sometimes-right.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-113953683644914618</id><published>2006-02-10T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:07:48.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bi really bites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood no motivation to do anything else already lahz after the Bi test. Somebody tell me how to study for ERM exam like that...&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday my morale was way up there but today it's all the way down in the deep abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so bloody unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Months of slogging hard for the stoopid BI weekly quiz, Bi forum, 2 Bi projects, Bi weekly exercises, not forgetting the Bi chats, (it practically takes up 25hours/day of your time), and months of slogging to get a good grade, it's now all gonna get pulled down just in a timeframe of an hour? How can this be...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We breath BI we sleep with Bi we eat Bi for past months compared with just 1 stoopid online test. but we're now gonna get a lousy grade because of the test? cos y… cos it's a bloody 30 % test.. seriously, a test is after all 'a test', how can make it 30% ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make no sense to me at all. On top of that, 1 hr for 20 mcqs and 2 essays is ridic. the 20 mcqs also seemed like 20 essay qns.. so macham like 22 essay qns in 1 hour?? wahaha. stoopid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 1 bad thing occurs every thing bad will come your way. so guess what? I sprained my ankle again. so damn bloody sway. -___- I tell you, the last time i went to the sin sei, oh god the trauma it brought to me I will never be able to express it to anyone. cos only when u are at the doctor’s room, sitted down on that sick bay, with his hands on your feet ready to work his "magic" on you only then, can u feel the absolute terror going through your mind heart and soul……&lt;br /&gt;like "when is he going to crack my bones? at which heart stopping point of time? what is he going to do to my feet? how long more will this suffering ever end?" the 15 minutes spent there i will remember it for the rest of my life. every stroke of his hand pressing up my my vein I will remember. every sec of the ordeal which left me in a shivering mess after that I remembered. It was cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting that i was screaming at my doc at the top of my voice. maybe even cursing him... wahahah. no lah. i was just yelling "STOP. STOP IT. OMG OMG. OMG. STOP !" in between tears of "joy". Like an ongoing casette tape,i repeated it over and over again. I swear I hated my doc after that. oh the pain the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-113953683644914618?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113953683644914618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=113953683644914618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113953683644914618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113953683644914618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/02/bi-really-bites-no-mood-no-motivation.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-113832559897524075</id><published>2006-01-27T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T09:34:03.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Freedom at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more submissions and i'm all cleared. yeh.&lt;br /&gt;The big thing is over man.&lt;br /&gt;but strangely, i just don't feel free at all.&lt;br /&gt;ahh heck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please let all of this end soon... i wanna go ice- skating.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmeen will be leaving for pakistan soon, &lt;s&gt;after&lt;/s&gt; before our graduation day.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, so sad lahz.&lt;br /&gt;It's the start of the realisation that soon, we might* be moving on with life.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we'll be busy people caught up in this hectic world.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we'll not see each other every other day anymore.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i made a pact with her, that after 10 yrs we must meet up again,&lt;br /&gt;and see how each look like.. maybe she'll bring a herd of kids back with all d extra time...&lt;br /&gt;heh heh heh ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, I wonder how we all will look like after 10 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;taller? slimer? younger?? (with surgery)&lt;br /&gt;famous? richer?? wahaha&lt;br /&gt;so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm not going to miss tp at all.. why would i..&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure gonna miss the times spent tog with the people there.&lt;br /&gt;that's y sometime i hate taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;cos in 2 yrs time when i dig it up and look at them again,&lt;br /&gt;the memories brought back will bring that super sad kind of feeling, undescribable sensation that i absolutely hate. 100% hate that sensation... the feeling of &lt;em&gt;loss&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i know that oh so well cos y.. cos of the perfect childhood i was blessed with and the many stupid photos we HAD to take together. ahh heck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter cakes, pineapples tarts, bakwa, kweh lapis! omg omg!! here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out,&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-113832559897524075?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113832559897524075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=113832559897524075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113832559897524075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113832559897524075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/01/freedom-at-last-just-few-more.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-113712614407109169</id><published>2006-01-13T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:34:40.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The mole on a paddyfield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh what's wrong with you mom?!&lt;br /&gt;can you be a bit more sensitive.. urgg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from school, relieved that the day is over.&lt;br /&gt;but the fact that everybody in school noticed that red dot on eh hem, on my face&lt;br /&gt;still dwelt heavily on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm, hopefully i will sleep the pimple away.&lt;br /&gt;but just after observing it again in the toilet mirror, i turned around to exit just as my mom was approaching the toilet to talk to me, and just as she saw me she squealed,&lt;br /&gt;'ee what's that on your face???'&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;"pimple lah pimple" i squeal back to her.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what. she started smirking and turn her back to walk away&lt;br /&gt;leaving me standing there, like, wa lao eh. this kind of mother also have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nvm, i dont have pimple cream, went over to my brother's room to borrow.&lt;br /&gt;"kor you have pimple cream?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "yeah, for what?"&lt;br /&gt;"i have a pimple lah!!"&lt;br /&gt;Him: *smirks and laughs* there there you use that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. i cannot have pimple isit?!&lt;br /&gt;and thanks ah, everyone in sch keep taunting me with it..&lt;br /&gt;i know it's obvious and all, but YALL dont hafta keep lolling your eyes over it can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah. you all sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out,&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-10167970.post-113682539381571787</id><published>2006-01-10T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:49:53.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lalala oh happy day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee... it's just a couple of months away. noooo.. my 2 dears...&lt;br /&gt;muz promise promise to forever spent our lives tog ok! wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;tats really too bad. now that u've met me, you guys can never ever run away from me.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how irritating i am.&lt;br /&gt;aww. i pity u guys sometimes. have to tahan all my shit. sometimes even muz get embarrassed by how i insist of carrying around *uh hem something all the time... or my haywire hyperactiveness that you never know when might suddenly be turned on. my strange moods. my long thinking habits. and having to wait while i check behind me ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;Opps i'm so sorry, have i been such a burden? lol.&lt;br /&gt;well. that's just too bad!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah... Cos........ ur stuck with me now!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i just realised something. i just realised that noi is the only pure malay in my mp group.&lt;br /&gt;artika half chinese, so is nad... hmm... yasmeen also a bit mixed. waaa..&lt;br /&gt;it's ok noi. u are AUTHENTIC.&lt;br /&gt;woah cool crap.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm BI SUCKS POT SUCKS FYP SUCKS ERM SUCKS... tats all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that covers my studies and personal life. amazing that i actually took time to update.&lt;br /&gt;wahahah.. Until another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out,&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-113682539381571787?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113682539381571787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=113682539381571787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113682539381571787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113682539381571787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2006/01/lalala-oh-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-113387988587825032</id><published>2005-12-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:48:21.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas is coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. I love christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But am i in the christmas mood?? Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for this year i'll be having BI-ish Christmas..... and ERMish and FYPish and&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting of cos, dear POTISH.&lt;br /&gt;Even if all these don't give me a headache, i think the stupid house is giving me enuf problems.&lt;br /&gt;damn it. i don't want to care about it anymore. STupid backstabbing agents.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is also good. Having so much BI that i won't brood over the housing issues.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;urgg... thank God for BI and FYP.&lt;br /&gt;It will wipe away your troubles, your worries, your thoughts, your fears.....&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;that is good, very good indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. still can't get rid of that sad feeling inside tho. =(&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll say a christmas song to myself.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely christmas song to get me in the christmasy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jingle bells batman smells,&lt;br /&gt;nadia lay an egg,&lt;br /&gt;its time for school, she's late again,&lt;br /&gt;when noi falls the bed HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells batman smell&lt;br /&gt;it's timeee for e-lab lesson...&lt;br /&gt;if brandon fails his BI proj, then all of the BIT is doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashing thru the BI,&lt;br /&gt;it sucks so bad it sucks,&lt;br /&gt;ppl all want to die,&lt;br /&gt;da jie she wan to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i finish already,&lt;br /&gt;still theres other thing to do,&lt;br /&gt;but i just want to give up now,&lt;br /&gt;then to go and hear ms chong's sweet voice.&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bat badman smells,&lt;br /&gt;i want to end school now&lt;br /&gt;but then i know if it really ends&lt;br /&gt;i am going to cry like siao&lt;br /&gt;HEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingle bells batman smells&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will think it thru,&lt;br /&gt;i will love all my frenz at sch&lt;br /&gt;and hope they will love me too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of a long and lame post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is my way of chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out,&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-113387988587825032?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113387988587825032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=113387988587825032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113387988587825032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113387988587825032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-coming-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-113327007209249330</id><published>2005-11-29T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:19:00.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life has no meaning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgg. I am starting to get panda eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Usually i make it a point to get 8 hours of sleep everyday, but now?&lt;br /&gt;Less than 8 hours. This is no good. I need my precious sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Without sleep i will look lifeless and have black and dark eyes. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, nvm nvm my sister's working with plastic surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can get some discount from her boss.&lt;br /&gt;well, congrats to my darling sister, for her new job in town.&lt;br /&gt;First time she managed to be ON TIME, and start work at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;WOW. her sleeping time is the opposite of a normal being,&lt;br /&gt;so have to give her probs for waking up on time for work this monday.&lt;br /&gt;She's working at doctor's office wor... lol so damn cool, but disgusting also.&lt;br /&gt;her 1 day of training last week, she told me she had to stand the&lt;br /&gt;whole time while the patient had liposuction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEE.. then half way through her lipo, can order delifrance some more.&lt;br /&gt;Like, while the doctor use that fats vacuum cleaner, she can&lt;br /&gt;"eh can u go and ta pao delifrance for me" to one of the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;what the... u just take out the fats then want to put in some more?!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, maybe i can get discount price for my dark eye circles. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/jieNlionel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/320/jieNlionel.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really can't imagine my dear old whiney irritating sister can be working with blood and wailing patients. lol. love ya loads. to the highest heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out, faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-113327007209249330?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113327007209249330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=113327007209249330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113327007209249330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113327007209249330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-has-no-meaning-urgg_29.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-113291992733054363</id><published>2005-11-25T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T19:58:47.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hairy Poker a big disappointment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Left for TM at around 9.plus to catch the harry potter show, and i have to say,&lt;br /&gt;it is such a disappointment. As a fan of all the 6 books, to watch a movie that is so chopped up, focused on all the wrong moments,  no leading up to the climax,  barely any touching scenes, no fear that voldemort is back, so few scenes of cho, sigh, major disappointment lahz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe i can be a much better director. and for goodness sake, it's already 1 week past the show and it's a thursday, but still it was so packed. hadda even crane my neck to see the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess where i am now? mmm... did you guess proj room 1? if yes, u got it right! give urselves a pat on the back. Left here with noi to do some work, 2 gals in the cold and empty proj room. Ooooo..... gotta go gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out,&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-113291992733054363?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113291992733054363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=113291992733054363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113291992733054363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113291992733054363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/11/hairy-poker-big-disappointment.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-113232661905292273</id><published>2005-11-18T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:15:30.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love school =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh... Stayed quite late in school today to do BI. It seems that everyone is focusing more energy on stupid BI than on FYP. Gawd does it take up so much of our time! haha. But it was time well spent. Especially if you are in project room, crapping away with fellow mates, all struggling together. But 80% crapping around lahz. cmon it's a friday! And then pacing around to other labs to visit and kacau other people, running to and fro from labs to labs. haha. so freaking fun. Damn high energy level inside the room. It really reminded me of camp lei. Then along corridor kenna disturbed by people, in the room also kenna disturbed, mostly just by derrick and bevan. urgg. don't give me chance at all. bleah. ah wells, really reminded me like the days i camped in school with nad and noi. lol. and also dajie and mich. a bit only scream, and run like got ghost chasing behind us. hahaha... fun filled days. ahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss school. i just know it lahz. i know at the end of it, i'm gonna miss it like shit. so now i'm gonna treasure it. Gonna stay until late late and crap alot with the baos and artika and yasmeen. and also do the fyp , sian ness that part. haha. but dunno whether they want a not. Ma girls are always so busy. anyway, i can't say how lucky i am to be doing project with good friends. nothing beats there eh. I think many will agree with that. This choose yourself thingy to form our own group, really is the best idea of tp yet. hahaz. Dunno why i feel abit high now, and writing down all these sentimental stuff. lol. this is just not me. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out,&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-113232661905292273?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113232661905292273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=113232661905292273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113232661905292273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113232661905292273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-school-ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-113215437965020070</id><published>2005-11-16T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:19:39.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the following people, nadia, noi, sharondajie, michell, brandon, xueli, artika and yasmeen and whoever else who chipped in but wasn't there, for planning this wonderful surprise bday celebration for me and noi. With a nice present from body shop too. And yummy chocolate cake. I was really touched.. but the night before already felt something conspiring between nad and noi. Both keep msging me like siao to be on time. &lt;em&gt;must ah must ah.. &lt;/em&gt;so i smelt something fishy, but think the one who was very surprised one was noi. heehee, so cute. Thank you all. -Hugz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas party at someone's house up next yea?! love ya guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out,&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-113215437965020070?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113215437965020070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=113215437965020070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113215437965020070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113215437965020070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/11/thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-113113516490987047</id><published>2005-11-05T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T04:12:44.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to the opening of school on monday. i'm looking forward to meet the familiar faces, the teachers, the classroom and everything. i missed school. but one thing i'm not looking forward to is FYP. i know, somehow, somewhat it's going to make me tear my hair out, tear my head out when times get tough. pimples might start popping on my forehead. eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that i really missed tp. so much even. i just want to give it, if poosible a big hug to the whole building. damn it feels gd to be back. I can't wait to eat my fave mee soto at business sch, for the &lt;em&gt;last time&lt;/em&gt;, the chicken cutlet at business sch,  the yummy fish and chips at design sch, the delicious nasi with dishes at design school topped with sambal belachan,&lt;em&gt; for the last time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timetable's out. simply loved the schedule. the best so far. i think they give old birds in school a leaving present, and made everything nicely scheduled, for the best last impression. You know how the best dishes in a 10 course meal always come in the last few and the icky ones come first. so far only know 2 person from my class. wonder who else is there? anyway, it's 4 am, just feeling a lot of emotions right now, but at least it has now been released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out,&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-113113516490987047?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/113113516490987047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=113113516490987047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113113516490987047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/113113516490987047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-to-school-im-looking-forward-to.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-112928229873361540</id><published>2005-10-14T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T17:31:38.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fear breaks all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay calm, breathe in. I must not fear tomorro.&lt;br /&gt;I must be thick skin. I must be confident. I must trust in the lord.&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly I must trust in myself. I owe that at least to myself to give it my all.&lt;br /&gt;gogogo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that procrastination plagues me all my life?&lt;br /&gt;And when I suffer from its consequences, do I learn from it?&lt;br /&gt;oh no no no.. i still don't. I continue to dwell in its &lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt; presence.&lt;br /&gt;I really must learn to shake off this disgusting bad habit, and not embrace it so damn naturally like how I wake up every morning to brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, once again, I have left things to the last minute of today to prepare myself for the big day. dammit dammit.&lt;br /&gt;It's the most important day of my life and here am i still happily blogging out my distress and not doing something about it. Get on with it! NOW!&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of blogging out my distress when I don't do anything about it?&lt;br /&gt;Down girl down.&lt;br /&gt;All right, i know i won't let myself down. I just know. Even if preparation is done last minute, it always works out in the end. There There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO FOR IT GIRLIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out,&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-112928229873361540?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112928229873361540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=112928229873361540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112928229873361540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112928229873361540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/10/fear-breaks-all.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-112918759637305416</id><published>2005-10-13T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:23:00.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG NEW LIFE</title><content type='html'>As the title goes, I've changed my blog skin again. Yet again. but this time it was by chance; i was surfing the internet for the stars of sth and I came across this skin. Come yi now, fans of the show, gather round, make yourself cosy, and let's mourn together for this heart wrenching of a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New skin, new life. Changing my blog is always like changing my human skin, a fresh, uplifting and motivating start to life. Breathe in the fresh air. ahhhh.... Now i'm all motivated again. to blog, to do stuff, to renew my energy of missing my darling. Life is tiring and draining. Once in a while, having a fresh start to life is always a necessity for me, like a rechargable battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with packing my room and i thank God for this miracle. I never thought it possible to clear my junk filled room that hardly had a 1cm space of walking distance before stuff was cleared. A Garage sale will be held on the last week before i shift out, which is 3 weeks from now, last week of month of october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are welcomed to come and browse. Please do come. It would probably be after work hours and would last for a week. The address, hmm, might be posted here in time to come. If really nobody comes to the sale that is, twould be like a desperate back up measure. kaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT,&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-112918759637305416?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112918759637305416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=112918759637305416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112918759637305416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112918759637305416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-blog-new-life.html' title='NEW BLOG NEW LIFE'/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-112737798652196111</id><published>2005-09-22T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T16:37:27.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(cont part II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/Untitled-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/320/Untitled-29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty flowery umbrella... hopefully not some umbrella left behind in a funeral, or maybe the deceased owned it and wanted it at her funeral or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any clues anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME back dear baos from camp!! did u guys have fun? must tell me all about it yea... and i've been thinking, can we not go k box anymore... i've thought of a nicer place to go... kakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big shout out to haizi and ah bu! miss yall so much lei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta start packing and throwing stuff.. hell lot man. freebies anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out,&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-112737798652196111?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112737798652196111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=112737798652196111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112737798652196111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112737798652196111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/09/cont-part-ii-pretty-flowery-umbrella.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-112729535068013785</id><published>2005-09-21T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:54:10.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my previous post has been unceremoniously cutted off by blogger. I don't know how so. Blogger is so screwed now. i have a good mind to just switch to livejournal, its rival. It makes me detest blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cont of previous part)&lt;br /&gt;So as we approached nearer and nearer the object, and finally went round to see its back, to my surprise it really was an umbrella. God did i become obsessed with it or what?! but then we were like, ' wa damn hungry now, eat first then later come back here take photo.' and the 2 of them were like, " eh take lah take lah!"&lt;br /&gt;harlow?? so damn big how to carry ah???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to mary browns to eat. stayed there for like an eternity. totally forgotten about it.&lt;br /&gt;so we came out, and then it hit me. the umbrella! but alas, it was gone when we got there. so saddd... so we just hadda walk back to the bus stop. BUT, on the way to the bus stop noi spotted&lt;br /&gt;it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was lying sinuously between some HDB flats, near a playgrnd and a sheltered area with seats. It laid there innocently calling out to noi.. kak noi.... i'm here.... comee....&lt;br /&gt;But alas again, a grp of quite hunky boys were lazing in that sheltered area, in perfect view of us if we were to go and retrieve the umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;(dammit) we stood behind the pillar like forever debating how we should go and retrieve it. and the nerves, the boys actually thought we were checking them out; hiding behind the pillars, every now and then peeping towards the umbrella, which was also in their direction. got all smug and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then noi suggested oya peya som. loser go get. then i was thinking so malu, if they see me walking off with that big umbrella, they sure won't forget me. (not in a nice way)&lt;br /&gt;but noi got all high on her ciggy, and she volunteered... wa salute salute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we take photo then go back home. haha...(end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. when i'm in the mood again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloggin off,&lt;br /&gt;faith sy liew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-112729535068013785?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112729535068013785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=112729535068013785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112729535068013785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112729535068013785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-previous-post-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-112633556056951236</id><published>2005-09-10T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:41:20.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission in weight gain!</title><content type='html'>I swear it's so hard for me to gain weight. I've tried absoluted everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;gorging on food. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping straight after gorging.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drinking baby's powder milk. not anlene of cos, that's 4 old folks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drinking 100% pure fresh milk and gorging on yoghurt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going on a high calorie vegetables and meat diet, like potatoes with mayo, shepherd's pie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;desperate measure even lead me to buying the weight gain milk from the pharmacy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But none worked! My methobolic rate is too high, and my digestive system is simply too good. eat and shit, eat and shit. doh. straight after too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, after watching yest's Extreme makeover episode, my drive is back again, now i'm so motivated and all geered up to eat my heart out these hols. gogogo me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so what they did was, that is, their strategy was to gorge on wedges, potato pies, fried sausages, cakes, fried chicken, lots of pizza, cream cakes, pancakes, and lots lots more. And after that it was strenous exercise, to transform all the fats and food to muscle. So eat. then exercise. ok sounds easy. must set my mind to it, i'm sure i can do it. then i'll be muscle lady. wahah... cool.&lt;br /&gt;My internet is back again. woohoo! no need to go to nadz house to use internet anymores. kana sai, it got cut off for so long last few weeks cos of my stupid brother. and i missed the internet so so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so anyway, yest chilled at mary brown's with da baos. it has become our official chillin ground. groovy... go check it out. before that, on our way there, we spotted a very flowery object, next to a fire hydrient. what the heck was it doing there in the middle of nowhere, i thought to myself. then we started discussing from far what on earth was it? then i told the gals, how nice it would be if it was an umbrella, it would be so pretty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so as we approached nearer and nearer---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-112633556056951236?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112633556056951236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=112633556056951236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112633556056951236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112633556056951236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/09/mission-in-weight-gain.html' title='Mission in weight gain!'/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-112601342973961636</id><published>2005-09-06T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:30:29.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid blogger</title><content type='html'>I'm really happy that's we've gottn a project, but everyone seems to prefer to be speaking in Malay there, it makes me feel a little outcasted. it would mean so much if they could pay more attention of my presence, but clearly i'm a little transparent. now i know how it feels like to be the only one handicapped in a language. it sure sux. anyway, i'm so proud of my group. they run things so smoothly and efficiently. argh! they simply rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuf with work. i went to the zoo with de baos and it was a damn fun day. we left at city hall at 11.30 and came back around 8 plus.. it was also the day i lost my orange bike. sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey. wait! let the pics tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we are, accumalating our energy before setting off, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/Untitled-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/320/Untitled-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noi with beef rice extra chilli, cuz of my day's before beef lasagne at cartel which made her crave for something beefy,&lt;br /&gt;nad with claypot chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/320/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and moi with mee goreng with extra chilli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/Untitled-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/320/Untitled-41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after food, took a cab there. OOH! sure feels good after a good meal.&lt;br /&gt;fell straight to sleep in the cab. boy this is the life ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/Untitled-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/320/Untitled-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok whole big skip from the previous pic. before this, we visited half the zoo map, but then we didn't take with any animals at all. weird huh...  btw we got in free!! wahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/Untitled-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/320/Untitled-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me the flamigo, nad the duck. posing shamelessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/Untitled-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/320/Untitled-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the play pool. entertaining ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/Untitled-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/320/Untitled-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps nad cut off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/Untitled-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/320/Untitled-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww... group photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/1600/Untitled-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7074/229/320/Untitled-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shots on the elephant.... damn hard to take cuz the indian guy was sitting like 2cm away from me, couldn't stretch&lt;br /&gt;my hand out in case i knock his head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that concludes our day at the zoo....... ktv here we come!! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-112601342973961636?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112601342973961636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=112601342973961636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112601342973961636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112601342973961636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/09/stupid-blogger.html' title='stupid blogger'/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-112561469063478493</id><published>2005-09-02T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T09:45:28.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey jackie! thanks for dropping by! and yes wilz i'm already in one tap dance club!&lt;br /&gt;muahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIP report handed up. wooohh! life has only just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent update from me is that i'll be shifting house soon. By end of this year.&lt;br /&gt;This is such a sad period of time for me. i don't wanna leave all my childhood memories behind.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up here and it's just so painful. Tho all my playmates have long shifted and moved on with life, i'm still the last one here, holding on to those painful memories of so much fun filled days we had. We grew up together, we run the corridors of 8th floor, we had pinics at the platform and whole block catching is like our life. I can't go on. It's really so sad to be leaving it behind.... =( and maybe it's just time to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worst of all..... to woodlands!!! *cries!*&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah... ur head lah... if i shift there, i''ll just dye.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously... probably shifting to somewhere in Pasir Ris again...&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only excited fella would be charlie boy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure he can't wait to mark all the new territories in our new house.&lt;br /&gt;urgg.&lt;br /&gt;my sister cried when she heard the news, but i didn't, just felt a deep sense of lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 kids on 8th floor.... that many huh.... cos aunty joanna contributed 4 already....&lt;br /&gt;they were my best friends during my childhood years....&lt;br /&gt;being the eldest of them.. i watched them all grew up...&lt;br /&gt;i looked out for them.. u guys were the best childhood gang i've ever had!&lt;br /&gt;i'll never forget this , if need be, i'll dig up all the painful memories of them photos and remember them all over again. i'll never.. never forget them.&lt;br /&gt;cuz they were the best years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pasir blk 5** is like an extinct breed.&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i have to start taking lots of videos and photos of my peaceful ground, of my sea side view in my room to last me a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not end on such a depressing note.&lt;br /&gt;well, i would be going to the ZOO on friday. yep zoo. not zouk.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.... will update more photos on my trip soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-112561469063478493?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112561469063478493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=112561469063478493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112561469063478493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112561469063478493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-jackie-thanks-for-dropping-by-and.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-112237270649258698</id><published>2005-07-26T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T18:11:46.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness gracious! This is the upteenth time i've embarrassed myself by falling slash slipping unglamourously in IBM. stupid high heel shoes!!! My mom bought them for me and she was&lt;br /&gt;so happy she got sucha great deal, 'so cheap the shoes i bought for u!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but apparently i now know why it's so cheap lah!&lt;br /&gt;first of all, it makes hell lot of noise when i'm walking, don't even talk about walking graciously down the staircase... CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK..&lt;br /&gt;everyday ppl in business suits will stare.. but who cares.. it's only 4 more wks. ain't gonna get a new pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even thought i could master the art of walking in high heels shoes.. it's been let's see.. how many months... nearly 3 months.. but no. i still can't. I couldn't achieve this goal that i had during&lt;br /&gt;first day of attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless. i'm doing fine with them now. remembered when i was departing the&lt;br /&gt;pasir ris train.. then kenna the side where you have to walk down the long flight of stairs because no escalator on that side.. i was too tired to control "them" lah.. so i just "let loose" and relax and walk. who cares..  off work already. then i was somewhere in the middle of the crowd who is all going down that flight of stairs. and it was so peaceful, everybody walking down so elegantly, feet clenching tight to their shoes. so the moment i took the first step down.. since decided to let loose.. broke the siilence of the staircase.. "CLACK CLACK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. i started to hear.. CLACK CLACK starting up in the front of the crowd.. behind me more CLACKS.. all joining me in my shoes clattering.... all decided to let loose also.. haiyah, they scared what..  i must start first then they also start to copy me...  hai.. copycats.. but i was so proud.. started the Loud shoes controversy. haha.. couldn't help grinning to myself when i reached the last step.  With one loud clack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie about the falling. arg. i really fell... i never knew it would happen to me. i slipped many times, like woa.. but never actually fell... oh my gosh..  can't wait to get my global citizenship results.. really can't wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP so exciting!! can't wait too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-112237270649258698?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112237270649258698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=112237270649258698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112237270649258698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112237270649258698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/07/goodness-gracious-this-is-upteenth.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-112057591578422586</id><published>2005-07-05T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:05:15.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 more days to my GC class outing and the pet outing, 4 more days to melvin, agnes and jessy leavin IBM, 4 more days to my OIC visiting my company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today celebrated geradine's birthday in co, with ac and the gang. Got a shock when i saw&lt;br /&gt;the 3 guys getting ready the surprise birthday cake. so sweet. then we went into the cafe to give geraldine the biggest surprise of her life. but the bigger surprise was that, after we clapped&lt;br /&gt;after singing birthday song, everybody in the cafe clapped with us too.&lt;br /&gt;The effect was.... cool man. it's like those gangster show in the coffee shop, one stand up, smacks his hand on the coffee shop table, everyone else in the coffee shop stands up with him.&lt;br /&gt;wow.. like morse code.. so spontaneous. Nice. And they were all like wearing business suits and stuff.. all the ang mohs and even the chinese. how swt of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gonna catch mr &amp; mrs smith, fantastic 4 and war of the worlds, a must watch in the cinema.. and then i'll watch batman in nadz' hse. whoosh lah.. got it all planned out.. and then i'll catch my 40 cd korean show.. yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging off&lt;br /&gt;Faith SY Liew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-112057591578422586?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112057591578422586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=112057591578422586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112057591578422586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112057591578422586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/07/5-more-days-to-my-gc-class-outing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-112011497218685335</id><published>2005-06-30T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T15:02:52.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yest was the best day i had in a million donkey years. and whow!&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun. I went to tm with my 2 gals and it was a time of bitching about work and office politics. and we went on and on and on until our tummies started rumbling and our saliva like went dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had kfc, and then we shared a tiramisu chocolate cake, thats when she blew out the flame on that one single candle.  *phooh*,all flushed and close to tears in the middle of 3 stalls looking at us. that was a precious moment not to be missed;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we took lots of crazy pics of ourselves on our phones acting like fools. and then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sad to see a friend going through depression, but just seeing her get back on her feet and knowing that we managed to cheer her up brings such accomplishment and satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;i mean which bastard employer would ask you to buy lottery for herself during attachment? or cooking oil? or critizing the poor gal until she's sobbing so hard and still continue criticizing. We may be cheap labour but we're definately not your maids. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would not believe it..... i have a new colleague and.. and.. he lives near my darling.&lt;br /&gt;okie so it went like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: so which state do you live at?&lt;br /&gt;matt: oh i live in rolly&lt;br /&gt;me:  huh *laughs hysterically cos have no idea where that is or what it is*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after a while*&lt;br /&gt;me: where's that?&lt;br /&gt;matt: thats in north carolina.&lt;br /&gt;me: omg.*eyes open wide* omg omg. i don't believe. that's where clay is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*few minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:omg i..i .... can't believe it. omg.&lt;br /&gt;matt: you like clay?&lt;br /&gt;me: yes!!&lt;br /&gt;matt: my wife's met him b4.&lt;br /&gt;matt: you can get his concert ticket at $25 there. (wth.. just 25?)&lt;br /&gt;(and it went on and on about clay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh!! he's gonna get me a signed picture of clay.&lt;br /&gt;sighs, from next next week onwards, melvin's going back to NYP, matt's leaving for NA. and i'll be so lonely in this cubicle without my cell mates. guys!! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite gotta go. till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very happy belated birthday gal! hope ya enjoyed urself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;faith sy liew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-112011497218685335?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/112011497218685335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=112011497218685335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112011497218685335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/112011497218685335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/06/yest-was-best-day-i-had-in-million.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-111979865166531314</id><published>2005-06-26T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:10:51.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHECK out my new awesome blog.&lt;br /&gt;check out what the gal's holding? is it&lt;br /&gt;a) hairy balls?&lt;br /&gt;b)a balloon?&lt;br /&gt;c)condom?&lt;br /&gt;d)protruding belly button?&lt;br /&gt;e)my ass- might be too small for that&lt;br /&gt;f)boobs&lt;br /&gt;arg it's killing me. wth is it? dun want to be harboring dirty items on my blog ya know.&lt;br /&gt;what with all da innocent kids reading it.  and me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work tmr! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from pasta fiesca with my family. we had a huge pizza, a lagsagne , and mash patato mixed with cheese butter and yummy stuff inside, topped with yummmy tomatoe and tata sauce cream. such delicacies. Mmm Mmm Mmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mood has brightened up. strangely. must be God having sympathy on poor ol me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gogogo!! to all those having attachment. we can make it!! and also those not having attachment.. gogogo ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Faith SY Liew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-111979865166531314?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111979865166531314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=111979865166531314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111979865166531314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111979865166531314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/06/check-out-my-new-awesome-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-111979309546847383</id><published>2005-06-26T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:38:15.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahahahahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-111979309546847383?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111979309546847383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=111979309546847383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111979309546847383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111979309546847383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/06/hahahahahahahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-111979306776917291</id><published>2005-06-26T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:37:47.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoopee!!!!!!!!! whheeeeeeee...  i'm gonna treasure the next few weeks a whole lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-111979306776917291?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111979306776917291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=111979306776917291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111979306776917291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111979306776917291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/06/whoopee-whheeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-111977424852285190</id><published>2005-06-26T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:24:08.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;thoughts of everything and anything bad that make me sad goes through my mind whenever i begin typing, but i always end up writing nothing about them. sometimes i do, but i end up erasing them and writing about something else. so what's the difference with today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;met up with my gal, noi on friday for lunch. it was a freaking short time but we managed to share all our woes and problems at work during that short maybe 15 mins? and i felt much more rejuvenated after that, more energy to embrace  the harshness of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have nothing much more to say, after having erased much of what i really came to say. maybe i'll call someone up to talk about it, or maybe i won't. . Hope my worries will be solved soon. Deo Gracias. Till then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blogging off, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Faith&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-111977424852285190?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111977424852285190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=111977424852285190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111977424852285190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111977424852285190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/06/thoughts-of-everything-and-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-111744105529950611</id><published>2005-05-30T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T16:17:35.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working life</title><content type='html'>first of all, welcome back brandon and james! hope you guys enjoyed your trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last week was a killer. almost broke down cos of project overload. stupid project deadline!! working half way, then hadda rush back to sch to hand in the proj... urgg.. luckily my fren covered for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life here is not as stressful as i thought it would be. sometimes doing my work halfway in my cubicle, a group of ang mohs would just come ,sit around ,and have an Asean meeting in the middle.. disturbing me can?! of all the cubicle why mine?? mayb i'm some small fry then they think it's ok for me to hear stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nvm, fri suppose to meet ac and the gang at bedok inter. so i sat down inside the bus, then this fat ah puh neh neh came to seat beside me in the bus.. sweating and all. then nvm. i'm not racist what. but then the stupid bus drove me all the way to tampines mall. and from what i heard, the buses only goes to bedok on mon, wed and fri, to simei on tues, thur. there is no Tampines mall.  but my stupid bus hadda bring me there. so i ended eating chicken rice all alone in the food court. hai... come back, still kenna laughed by them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird things happen to me all da time. i don't know why. damn suay. this week is my presentation. i'm so scareddddddddddd................... nad u must take pom poms to support me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-111744105529950611?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111744105529950611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=111744105529950611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111744105529950611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111744105529950611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/05/working-life.html' title='Working life'/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-111415991846575675</id><published>2005-04-22T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T16:51:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankyou God for your mercy, for my family and for my friends.</title><content type='html'>Next monday gg to vietnam already.. just hope i get to sit with Nad on the plane..&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna sit with my team members!! they're all guys and they're  intelligent ppl. and&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to talk about with then.  *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;can they like chill like the normal ppl??? for once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really had a lot a lot to say, but i'm kinda lost for words right now, sitting in front of my samsung screen.&lt;br /&gt;so weird.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, yest nad noi mich and i were talking about something "dirty" at east coast&lt;br /&gt;about some****** smelly ****.  all started by noi.. not me!&lt;br /&gt;very funny! go ask her for more info...... for anyone who'd enjoy a good dirty minded joke.&lt;br /&gt;hehz. got black one and fair ones, and even attitude ones...... lol.&lt;br /&gt;go figure!&lt;br /&gt;they were sinfully consuming volka while i drank my betasoy milk. is it betasoy? i forgot already.&lt;br /&gt;eh quick send me the advertisin pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really getting hotter each day. is the ozone layer depleting again?&lt;br /&gt;God help us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloggin off,&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-111415991846575675?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111415991846575675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=111415991846575675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111415991846575675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111415991846575675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/04/thankyou-god-for-your-mercy-for-my.html' title='thankyou God for your mercy, for my family and for my friends.'/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-111287911530387081</id><published>2005-04-07T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T21:35:16.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally she is back.</title><content type='html'>It's been a really long time since i last came, and i'm sure glad to be back here on the blogfloor!&lt;br /&gt;Reason for my past disappearances, truely speaking, i had nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;really. my life is pretty much eat sleep watch tv and stone. it's sounds so repeated but its the&lt;br /&gt;sad truth.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it was brightened up by the TB030 outing at sentosa. not my type of fun but i enjoyed myself there. photos are posted at my friends' blog. too lazy to post them up here. Apart from the fun, it was sun torturing , brutal bullying and saboing, and big waves out there on the sea. i was chased, pushed, grabbed, grobbed,pulled until i was so dang out of breath, but still they did not let me go. serious i was really really out of breath. Never. never in my life.. i promise( i cannot swear) on this day forth i will get you ppl back... and YOU include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;no 1 on the hitlist: BRANDON WONG HAN HENG (also the sneaky photographer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MICHELL SIM RUI CHEN (the grobber)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NUR RABIAH (the grobber's assistant, the puller)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NADIA BTE MOHAMMAD ( the pusher)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;reason brandon being no 1 on the hitlist is cos he hit me with my own weapon, my umbrella. i also don't know how in the heavens did he do that, causing me to trip, and nearly embarrass myself by falling. which luckily i did NOT. But the umbrella hit my head, then from some distance behind me i heard a "ouch." the umbrella must have hit him too (YES MAN!) in the process of hitting me. anyway, yea it was fun lahz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;since the past 2 weeks , i fell really really sick. so most of the time i'm at home. i'm so prone to sicknesses and fevers. got high fever twice last week, but thank God i'm recovering from it. block nose. feeling really crappy. this week receiving results. then next week start studying. the next next week supp paper exam. then SIP. wow, thing aren't starting to look up at all.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway i took this quiz.. if anybody tries it MUST leave me a tag in my comment box how old you are. OKIE!!like that then fun rite.. can see each other's inner age and laugh at each other... i'm 15!?! or so they say lah. i think my downfall was the first qns. and obviously i would choose SBSP. it's funny and sacarstic. it's an adult show too okie! it's shouldn't have been my downfall.. so other than that, i 'm actually a very matured person. heh heh heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 15 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-111287911530387081?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111287911530387081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=111287911530387081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111287911530387081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111287911530387081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/04/finally-she-is-back.html' title='finally she is back.'/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-111156498396297391</id><published>2005-03-23T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T16:03:03.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yah la yah la</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;replies first!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;noi: what?? you wanna whack me with your hair? bush attack?? u really think you can make it ?? *shakes head* i don't think so girl.. no one can beat my bush.. POWER to my BUSH! anyway thanks for helping me with the mc=) just hope everything will turn out fine 4 me... :/ sekali turn out to be a P, i will faint. you sure GPA won't kenna affected? did yours go up?? cos it should ya know.. arhhh i'm so scared... noiiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nad: eh hello?! my internet cut off already how to update.. want to go your house also cannot...  hahaha... i wanna go watch liminy snickets at your hs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okie i don't know what kinda day this is for me. am i happy or sad? i really can't feel. i can't tell. i'm in the middle.. somewhere in the middle btw happy and sad. where's that?? i don't know. and i hate it..  exams suck. they stress me out. if working life is gonna be the peak of stress, i think i wouldn't survive it. anyway i just watched a movie on HBO, meet joe black. can you believe it?! in the midst of exam, and i'm watchin tv.. but it's a really nice show. the angel of death.. interesting. i wana watch HITCH!!!! so bad.. king of queens guy is in there!! and will smith.. =) i shall go watch tmr. yes i shall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blogging off,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/10167970-111156498396297391?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/111156498396297391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=111156498396297391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111156498396297391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/111156498396297391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/03/yah-la-yah-la.html' title='yah la yah la'/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-110948832963768461</id><published>2005-02-27T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T15:12:09.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>dammit.. why was i so rash and idiotic? why did i think i could have succeeded? why didn't i listen to family who warned me time and time again? why must i be so egoistic and thought i could do it? why am i so freaking dumb??!! why didn't i just wait for just a little while longer, then everything would come to me... and he would have explained the bad truth of it in the nick of time. but no. i was stupid and i did it just cos i was partly feeling bad, and partly greed got the better of me.  great. now i'm in deep shiat..  now the global trip dunno how already.. damn sickening.. Made a freaking wrong choice cos i didn't stop to think. gawd.. seriously. what made me think i could do it.. damn.. what..........  my mistake.. my bad.. my wrong choice made.. but since i was the dumbass who made it.. i will have to live with it.. and source for other options for now..  F*** it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matoe Ousha! whoosh la.. jia you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloggin off,&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-110948832963768461?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110948832963768461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=110948832963768461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/110948832963768461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/110948832963768461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/02/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-110858734962904427</id><published>2005-02-17T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T04:56:36.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Topic today&gt;silly ppl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;How can anybody fall so deeply in love with someone whom you’ve met for only 10 mins?&lt;br /&gt;Some people are simply just weird.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings right now are like a mixture of everything in a salad bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, irritated, pissed, and just a tiny part, exitable.&lt;br /&gt;Why is almost all so eveel you ask.&lt;br /&gt;Well, cos I’m just sick of doing work for other people.&lt;br /&gt;It’s 4am right now and I’m still working on my stupid CDs proj which I really doubt I would complete it anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Damn free-riders.&lt;br /&gt;My only solace right now is my blasting music and my thoughts about somebody.&lt;br /&gt;I’m kinda missing lots of ppl right now, I guess it’s the time of the day again,&lt;br /&gt;Whereby I’m really grateful for everyone in my life, and I’m missing them all so much, although I may have seen some just the day before or days before.&lt;br /&gt;My only motivation right now is my double date with ms slow and sleepy, currently still non existent.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the encouragemt babe, it helps J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know there’s a hate club in my class?&lt;br /&gt;All are welcomed to join. If right now in sch, you are feeling a lot of hatred and anger towards somebody, then you would know who I’m talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe, even Yasmeen’s in it too. And some other class members.&lt;br /&gt;Enuf about that, don’t wanna ruin my already sickened mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY REPLIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bao2: yes she’s damn lazy.. can’t stand her. Anyway, GO SEAN! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JS][07 : hello xiao didi, thanks for visitin.. and yes… that is a taggie, like duh.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blogging off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;faith&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/10167970-110858734962904427?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110858734962904427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=110858734962904427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/110858734962904427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/110858734962904427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/02/topic-todaysilly-ppl.html' title='Topic today&gt;silly ppl'/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-110779010850684368</id><published>2005-02-07T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T23:29:09.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate youi hate youi hate youi hate youi hate youi hate youi hate youi hate youi hate you!!!!! why must you do this to me? why must you? have you no compassion?? totally ruined my mood, thank God for the other ppl in my life who made me feel better.. why must you be such a bitch? can't you just use your own brain and try to understand other people's situations, "oh i'm just doing what i'm supposed to do" pfff.. so she says...... bitchhhhhhhhhhhhh. i really liked you from the beginning but now it's all different.. i hate you so muchhhh. have you no brain??? ARGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-110779010850684368?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110779010850684368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=110779010850684368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/110779010850684368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/110779010850684368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-hate-youi-hate-youi-hate-youi-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-110768024503059278</id><published>2005-02-06T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:01:13.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i spent the whole of yesterday at my bao's house, and we seriously veged out the whole day. met her 2nd brother ,the cook, the 1st married brother and his baby boy, afiz, and the youngest brother, the hunk.. still remember what he said to noi in malay, cos he just happened to walk into the hall as usual and he didn't notice me, then he told noi," i was walking past the sofa,then saw you the corner of my eye, was wondering when the heck did you become so thin." lol. Met her dad, and the guy who came to massage her dad.. woah. basically i stayed long enuf to meet her folks... noi wanted to cook my fav asam fish curry but then she got lazy and ended up cooking some mee pok sambal noodles. and it was nice OK... will upload the cooking photos another day. well, just hope i was of some use to her recovering heart. dedicate our fav song to u (&lt;fixin&gt;fixin a broken heart) :p&lt;br /&gt;bloggin off,&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-110768024503059278?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110768024503059278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=110768024503059278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/110768024503059278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/110768024503059278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-spent-whole-of-yesterday-at-my-baos.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-110723120616619834</id><published>2005-02-01T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T12:18:36.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the fairy time mother?</title><content type='html'>Stressed man.. so many things to do but no time at all to do them. i need more time! Stupid fast system. i think it's just a gemic, just cos they want to push forward the start of school for the sec 4 students.yest michell just pulled out a white hair for me, okie partially white, that's a sign of stress! it's funny, my stress usually doesn't show on my face (pimples), it shows itself in my hair. but nvm. Visited bao2's home yest, nicee~~ when i settle into work there, better prepare a small sleeping area for me and the SLOW bao to sleep, not forgetting my lunching meals.... =D off to sch now.&lt;br /&gt;blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-110723120616619834?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110723120616619834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=110723120616619834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/110723120616619834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/110723120616619834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/01/wheres-fairy-time-mother.html' title='Where&apos;s the fairy time mother?'/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-110663755254291584</id><published>2005-01-25T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:48:19.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn u blogg3r</title><content type='html'>dammit dammit!! you would never guess what happened. blogger wiped out my whole template! and i mean everything.. everyword every picture.. now i'll have to redo everything from scratch which i took hours to do the other time. aiyoo.. have to research for my skin.. arggg re link everyone.... alrite, i'm off on my mission.. just had to vent my anger somewhere.. now better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,The tag is below lahz ppl... put your mouse ova it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloggin off,&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-110663755254291584?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110663755254291584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=110663755254291584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/110663755254291584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/110663755254291584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/01/damn-u-blogg3r.html' title='damn u blogg3r'/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10167970.post-110577096088342408</id><published>2005-01-15T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T17:47:41.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my sand paper tmr.. and i can't study. i really don't feel like studying..&lt;br /&gt;stupid sand.. piece of shiat.. stuck up my ass..  well maybe i'll study later.&lt;br /&gt;for now, i've decided to come work on my blog..  nice?&lt;br /&gt;i spent a pretty long time on it, cos when it's study time, absolutely anything can be fun!&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the point, i really like creating blogs!&lt;br /&gt;and now i have 2 blogs! and this one is partly dedicated to my classmates..&lt;br /&gt;cos 1 more year then it's bye bye already and onto our separate ways..&lt;br /&gt;hope that won't happen *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;More pics of us will be up.. for now that will be all.&lt;br /&gt;so we must take lots lots more alright?!&lt;br /&gt;see you peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging off,&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10167970-110577096088342408?l=faithmato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/feeds/110577096088342408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10167970&amp;postID=110577096088342408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/110577096088342408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10167970/posts/default/110577096088342408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithmato.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-my-sand-paper-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>no longer in use</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01042872568364914160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
