<?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-6715129</id><updated>2011-10-11T08:47:41.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D3sMond</title><subtitle type='html'>Its Me! Desmond Of VJC 04S26! FirSt Time Keeping A Blog.... Hope It doeSn't Suck!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>408</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715129.post-8058416716266599141</id><published>2011-02-01T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:42:51.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path Ahead</title><content type='html'>Well, the semester has started and the assignments are starting to pour in. Feeling slightly stressed about FYP. Gonna meet prof chan in 3 hrs time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this time i really will commit it into Your hands. Bless this relationship and let it blossom. Through obstacles i will let you lift me up and carry me over. I cant do it but You can Abba. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8058416716266599141?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/8058416716266599141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=8058416716266599141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8058416716266599141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8058416716266599141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2011/02/path-ahead.html' title='The Path Ahead'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-4963471133411951746</id><published>2011-01-21T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:47:59.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts</title><content type='html'>It hurts so freakin bad. Can't you tell how much I want you? So i guess it wasnt J afterall, though you don't love him anymore you still aren't mine. Do you know how heavy my heart feels? How I've lost interest in activities and food? I guess you really might have moved on, and not just from J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll read this in future, but for now, this is my silent recluse where I guess nobody is reading and I can just pour out my emotions here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-4963471133411951746?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/4963471133411951746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=4963471133411951746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/4963471133411951746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/4963471133411951746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-hurts.html' title='It hurts'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-8004840583689828268</id><published>2011-01-21T04:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T04:44:53.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night out</title><content type='html'>Had a very interesting night out. Finally went back to a KTV pub and managed to sing one song at least. Miss the feeling of singing in front of a live audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking me to not think about you. Dont you know it hurts me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8004840583689828268?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/8004840583689828268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=8004840583689828268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8004840583689828268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8004840583689828268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2011/01/night-out.html' title='Night out'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-353006365063222030</id><published>2011-01-17T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T02:26:14.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI</title><content type='html'>well, guess sometimes i really give too much info.... well at least i'm honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I guess I cant really talk spontaneously without response too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that you know this about me, its up to you to judge whether i'm still worth it. If not I'll understand. Hope you take care of your throat and drink more warm water so you dont cough so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-353006365063222030?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/353006365063222030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=353006365063222030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/353006365063222030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/353006365063222030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2011/01/tmi.html' title='TMI'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-7328906697341096687</id><published>2011-01-14T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T01:52:56.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am proud of you</title><content type='html'>Well, if its any worth, I am proud of you for cleaning up your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep sweet dear, for I can only call you that here now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-7328906697341096687?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/7328906697341096687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=7328906697341096687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7328906697341096687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7328906697341096687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-proud-of-you.html' title='I am proud of you'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-6990630380780639025</id><published>2011-01-11T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:28:12.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Symptoms</title><content type='html'>Lethagicity, inertia, tiredness, the lack of will to do anything. Desmond, brace yourself! comeon. If not for yourself, for her! She has enough to deal on her own, should she worry for you too? Should she have you on her mind as well? NO! Leave, for her sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the night grows long and I really need you now....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-6990630380780639025?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/6990630380780639025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=6990630380780639025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6990630380780639025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6990630380780639025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2011/01/symptoms.html' title='Symptoms'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-1926824525523975305</id><published>2011-01-11T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:08:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Dial</title><content type='html'>Drank like a water buffalo yesterday and resultingly changed into Singapore's mascot. Why does it always turn out this damn way? Drunk dialed and that probably further diminished any hope left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, i poured out my heart and soul, only to be returned a void. I'm empty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bro for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need You Now's lyrics are so haunting and true........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you J, for ruining someone so perfect....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-1926824525523975305?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/1926824525523975305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=1926824525523975305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1926824525523975305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1926824525523975305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2011/01/drunk-dial.html' title='Drunk Dial'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-4066227232136921935</id><published>2011-01-09T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:09:05.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>wow, almost a year since my last post. Don't know if i'm gonna start blogging regularly again but just have this sudden urge to blog, though my stomach is rather queasy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has changed since the last time I was here. Mmmm, well, I'm a year older, going on into my final semester of Uni life, a proud business owner, my family's finally opening up to the relations and I've been on TV, a haunting fact that awards me the honorary position of the Jester at every class gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 30 days were the happiest days of my 23 years of my life. They are also however, one of the saddest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D met/noticed C on the 9th of Dec 2010. She appeared weird to him at first, answering a question that was not directed to her in the first place. Shortly after, she did a re-enactment of Mario which further increased her oddity. However, D soon found himself gravitating towards this oddity, this Browian motion of thinking. Texts from her would light up his face and eventually be noticed by his peers. A rejected invitation to Zouk would cause her distress as D found out in time, leading her to think that they would not see each other on that frequent of a basis, if ever at all, in the future. She even expressed this sentiment on the sly in words while D was fast asleep,tired out from the exams. Additionally, a note to C  would eventually serve as her beacon of light during the exam period, in her room on her desk. Little did D know that C was also nursing a hurt that he would eventually swear to wait for and stand by her through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would eventually go out for the first time after on the day she was back from her holiday on the 19th of dec 2010. D was rather nervous to meet her friends for the first time and wanted to leave a good impression. However, though D did not feel like he had made an impactful one, C reassured him that he did. On that fateful night a surprised gesture would leave her flustered, thereafter walking the White Knight back to the bus stop. Slow as he was, D only realised that she was accompanying him and wanted to shoo her off to no avail. Secretly tho, he was glad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time they would meet was through an impromptu invitation to a gathering amongst C's close friends and foreign friends. D blended in as well, integrating into her social circle. And before the meeting, he had gone on to shop for a suitable christmas present. Having little prior knowledge, he based on his gut feel in selecting the present. After her foreign friends left, they both stayed on at their friends abode to gamble. Being both sucky at gambling, they lost to the hosts. This time round, it was a surprised gesture from her with the usage of a Wang Wang that left him flustered. He would soon send her home and they would share their first kiss. At this juncture however, D already knowing the fact that C was recovering from being heartbroken, sensed that she was distraught. He asked her about it and she denied, only to confirm his suspicions the next day via sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came and it was an absolute joy for D as C loved what he had planned for her. It was the only other time besides that cat, that D had a Merry Christmas. Though C had forgotten to bring his present at the last moment and felt guity, it really did not matter, for C was the present enough. The sea breeze, the stars, the ship lights and horns were their company for the night. Not to mention the little roaches stealing the toothpicks. This was something that D will remember for the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A potluck at C's friend's place would serve to further strengthen the bond between them, or so D thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, D had to go for a camp that was part of his business dealings. It was during this camp that C got emotional and D was swamped with work and couldnt be there for her, to be understanding, so basically he was a giant prick. Their first disagreement occured. D and C managed to get past the disagreement that night however to D, silence over the phone felt uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 came and in that first week D met C a couple of times. C showed D around her estate and D really felt on cloud nine that day. They went to malaysia the next day with a gourp of C's friends. The day started out great but however, midway through, it seemed as if C's attitude had taken a complete turn-around. Whether this was true, is still to be found out, but D highly suspected so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After malaysia, C's smses felt cold and terms of endearment were rarely/not even used. D currently stands puzzled and freaked out, not knowing what to do and not wanting to be in the same situations as he was so many times before. He still wants very badly for things to work out between C and him but I guess the ball is in her court now. D will continue showing care for C but there will be a plaguing image that C find's him irritating and is growing tired. Or maybe its just the korean dramas and the mood swings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-4066227232136921935?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/4066227232136921935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=4066227232136921935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/4066227232136921935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/4066227232136921935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-4547307500355696600</id><published>2010-01-23T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:13:33.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Battle Is The Lord’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Chronicles 20:15&lt;br /&gt;15… Do not be afraid nor dismayed because of this great multitude, for the battle is not yours, but God’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When faced with a problem or challenge, we tend to ask ourselves, “What am I going to do?” And well-meaning family members and friends will come along and ask, “What are you going to do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jehoshaphat faced a multitude of enemies. But instead of focusing on what he would do, he prayed, “O our God, will You not judge them? For we have no power against this great multitude that is coming against us; nor do we know what to do, but our eyes are upon You.” (2 Chronicles 20:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we turn our eyes to God, we will hear Him say, “Do not be afraid nor dismayed because of this great multitude, for the battle is not yours, but God’s... You will not need to fight in this battle. Position yourselves, stand still and see the salvation of the Lord…” (2 Chronicles 20:15, 17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But standing still is the last thing we want to do when the enemy is coming against us. It is also the most difficult thing to do because we feel that we cannot just stand around and do nothing — we must try to save the situation. But God wants us to stand still and see Jesus our salvation fight for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do the next time you are faced with a battle and don’t know what to do? Jehoshaphat sent his singers to the front of the army to proclaim, “Praise the Lord, for His mercy endures forever.” (2 Chronicles 20:21) Some people will wonder, “Does that mean that I just sing and don’t do anything else when I have a problem?” No, that is not what I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what the situation requires, but don’t worry and don’t trust in what you do. Like Jehoshaphat, rest and trust in His mercy that endures forever. When you do that, God will turn your battlefield into the Valley of Berachah. Berachah means “blessings”. The children of Israel gave the battlefield this name because it took them three days to gather all the spoils of war! God turned their situation into a great blessing! (2 Chronicles 20:25–26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a battle to fight? Stand still and see the salvation of the Lord&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just something that I need reminder of constantly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-4547307500355696600?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/4547307500355696600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=4547307500355696600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/4547307500355696600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/4547307500355696600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2010/01/battle-is-lords-2-chronicles-2015-15-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-7035046243383558454</id><published>2010-01-06T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:25:50.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought wrong</title><content type='html'>I thought i heal fast, I thought this time round would be different, I thought that mayb, just mayb, something was different, I thought you'd had stop being mad, I thought I'd never enter depression agn, I thought that you found me special, I thought that everything was possible, I thought i could escape from this hell by sleeping........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought wrong.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-7035046243383558454?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/7035046243383558454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=7035046243383558454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7035046243383558454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7035046243383558454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-thought-i-heal-fast-i-thought-this.html' title='I thought wrong'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-3242117160250780216</id><published>2010-01-04T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T01:26:20.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hungry...alone...with the room leaking... FUCK!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-3242117160250780216?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/3242117160250780216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=3242117160250780216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3242117160250780216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3242117160250780216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2010/01/hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-1463940985725235012</id><published>2010-01-01T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T03:21:09.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year?</title><content type='html'>The clock just struck 12 2 hrs and 47 minutes ago, and I'm here updating my blog finally, in the new year. So many things that I wish to say, but firstly, Happy New Year to all. 2010 is finally here and I'm sure it'll be a blast. Bon voyage to chubbo who just flew off for her exchange! Have a great time over there and 6 Shot will definately expect more than postcards! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has transpired since my last posting. Exams have been over for more than a month now. Got my results a few days back. Honestly, I feel like giving up. Its times like this when I feel that even though I've given my best, my best is still not sufficient. I've always been a fighter, but I'm tired, seriously tired. I'm tired of not meeting expectations, I'm tired of putting in the hours but not achieving the results and I'm tired of being such a disappointment to the people around me. Compensation and Benefits was a major shocker. It was a module that I had absolute confidence in but it turns out I only had a meagre B. My entire group got screwed too. Hope the meet up with Quazi will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to SPRING earlier today as well. I hope I left an impression which will bode well for my relationship with the management there. Actually, I wasnt consciously trying to be outstanding. Having fun while doing stuff really puts less of a strain on the actual activity itself. I had a fun time there mambo-ing and just letting loose. Its been awhile. Thanks Vanessa, Justin and the rest for being such sports! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filming has stopped temporarily and shall resume in about 6 days time. Final challenge before the first elimination. I have mixed feelings about this. To stay on or not to? Decisions decisions. Has my exposure been enough to help me embark on my modelling career? Or an early exit might be bad publicity? anyhoo, do catch me doing extremely funny and fun stuff on Channel U, U Are The Man, airing on 12th jan 2010, at 8pm and 12am! I've surfed, endured extreme temperatures, danced alone in the public, caught geckos, dug though mealworms, dressed a random stranger, etc, pics on my fb, too lazy to dl and then upload! =p. It will be a good show! =)got to know alot of new friends through the show as well! you guys are awesome, every single one of you! =)... its not a voting show so I'm not gg to pull votes here! hahah... and my photoshoot will be coming out on 8days and I weekly on the 4th of jan! woohoo! cant wait to see the pics! The sample pic sent was awesome! Thanks for being such a great art director ryan! =)... another photoshoot done was for Nu You(i think) valentine's day issue. That will be coming out in Feb. My co-model, Kit was extremely professional! She's so young somemore but looked awesome in the shots. Great work gal! Hopefully things are getting sorted out in your life right now! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a wonder how sometimes you can be brought to the highest of high and then at the next moment, on your knees, in self doubt. I honestly don't know what to do. Am I going to repeat my mistakes, if they were even mistakes at all in the first place. That's just who I am. Why must I become a bastard? I cant bring myself to. I've tired and I think someone got hurt in the process and that felt like shit. I cant live with myself like that. Am i destined to always make the wrong choices? Its perplexing. It feels like crap. Maybe living in a dillusion would be better. Maybe lying to myself will be better. maybe, just maybe. They say that the power of a relationship lies in the person who cares less, but I say that power isn't happiness, and I think that maybe happiness comes from caring more about people rather than less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a happy new year huh? Oh well, till the next time i update. Studying on new year's day can you believe it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-1463940985725235012?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/1463940985725235012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=1463940985725235012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1463940985725235012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1463940985725235012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year?'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-1431750224437396510</id><published>2009-11-17T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:46:00.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stuck in seminar room now with someone hideous beside moi... tonnes of work to do but absolutely no motivation...damn...ok..short random post again..tonnes of stuff to write tho... but shall not develop verbal diarrhoea now...ok... back to books =(=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-1431750224437396510?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/1431750224437396510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=1431750224437396510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1431750224437396510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1431750224437396510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/11/stuck-in-seminar-room-now-with-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-8710672979185814205</id><published>2009-10-12T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:43:34.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlists</title><content type='html'>Its once again Oct, 6 months to the exams and the heaps upon heaps of projects and assignments coming due. Its amazing how some seniors shared when I was still a naive freshmen that uni was going to be easy. That's really a load of bull. Unless its just me, however judging from the dark circles around my group mates eyes, I highly doubt that possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting stuff that happened since the last time I updated. Officially a part of the Upfront team. Anybody needs models pls keep me in mind and go through my manager! My agency's website is www.upfrontmodels.com. Yep. Really need assignments now that i'd be surviving the rest of the month with less than 100 bucks as my net worth. Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a networking party a couple of weeks back and it was awesome besides the fact that I had to mingle and stand for 6 hours straight. I really need to grow a thicker skin if i want to survive in this industry. I guess I'd get adapted to it eventually. And through that networking session, I got to know Glen from Mediacorp who gave me a chance to appear on an upcoming reality show. I went down for the audition/interview last week and I think I might have screwed it up since it was in chi. =(. Oh well..the Lord will decide that for me and I shall not worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocal lessons with Daniel Singh have been great! Though it is seriously draining on my finances, nonetheless my range has increase and with time, I believe going to Taiwan for development won't be such a far reality anymore. The techniques are becoming clearer now. I just need to improve faster dammit. The hole in my pocket is getting bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my upcoming day, my wishlist are as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony erricson W995, my current hp lasted longer than most, but is in quite a sad condition right now. Like master like hp&lt;br /&gt;LOTS &amp; LOTS of sleep&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate with a few close friends and family&lt;br /&gt;Not to get too wasted/sabo-ed in hall (karma is finally catching up to me)&lt;br /&gt;Some new earphones&lt;br /&gt;Some assignments that I actually make it through the casting&lt;br /&gt;Good grades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well random posting. Bye all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8710672979185814205?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/8710672979185814205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=8710672979185814205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8710672979185814205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8710672979185814205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/10/wishlists.html' title='Wishlists'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-6524359100326987490</id><published>2009-09-10T04:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T04:43:34.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer in my dream</title><content type='html'>when the door shut and there was only fighting and hissing sounds behind, I was left standing there to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I said: "If i really love your daughter, I'm willing to accept however crazy you are. and I do...." I awoke with a start. to hear my roomie sniggering in the bed beside me. Did i vocalise my answer out? Or was he having dreams of his own? No matter, now I know the choice I would make consciously or not. Thank You for showing me the way. I shall not want. Thank You...I leave it into Your hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-6524359100326987490?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/6524359100326987490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=6524359100326987490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6524359100326987490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6524359100326987490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/09/answer-in-my-dream.html' title='Answer in my dream'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-5574119622837863432</id><published>2009-09-08T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T02:58:10.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Away</title><content type='html'>This time all I want is you&lt;br /&gt;There is no one else&lt;br /&gt;Who can take your place&lt;br /&gt;This time you burned me with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You see past all the lies&lt;br /&gt;You take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all&lt;br /&gt;And it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;It keeps leaving me needing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;Just take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to make my way to you&lt;br /&gt;But still I feel so lost&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all&lt;br /&gt;And it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;It keeps leaving me needing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;Just take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me yet&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget who I am&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not there yet&lt;br /&gt;But don't let me stay here alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time all I want is you&lt;br /&gt;There is no one else&lt;br /&gt;Who can take your place&lt;br /&gt;I've seen enough&lt;br /&gt;And it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me leaving me needing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;Just take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;Just take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How apt... the silence...the distance...the feeling... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-5574119622837863432?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/5574119622837863432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=5574119622837863432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5574119622837863432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5574119622837863432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-me-away.html' title='Take Me Away'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-6642864124870576290</id><published>2009-08-26T06:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:55:56.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant Sleep</title><content type='html'>Well, as self explainatory as the title puts, I cant get to bed. Not that I tried sleeping early anyway. My roomie's snugly in dreamland right now and as envious I am of his sleeping habits,the music playing softly from my laptop's not nearly soothing enough to lure me into the recesses of dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow, the last post that I posted was on May 16. That brings it to a total of 3 mths and 10 days since the last update! Of course many things have passed since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. First of all, NBS FOC!! Lycan's were an awesome bunch of ppl! Had a great time being your SA! And sticking to the tradition of this much unread(presumably) blog of mine, I shall give in to my whims of laziness and not upload any photos. FOC was shag as usual with little sleep giving rise to frayed tempers. I'm glad issues were trashed out and resolved, resulting in unbroken friendships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I somehow feel a little detached from 6 Shots. I think I've shared this fact with a few people that I know. Different timetable, different lifestyle, different group of friends. Oh well, as much as it makes my heart sink in addition to the fact that I would not be convocating with most of them, I guess that's just part and parcel of life. Afterall, 天下没有不散之筵席. I'm not saying that we are no longer close friends, but just not as close as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after FOC, was my photoshoot. I must say that it was a real interesting experience, where my belly and my inability to smile in front of a camera was made apparent. However, with some coaxing and 'motivation', there were some fantastic shots taken as far as I can remember. Now comes the wait for the com cards to be made and then I can finally accept assignments and earn some much needed extra $. On that note, I think my expenditure has sky rocketed over the course of the holidays. Clubbing la... the necessary evils of uni life =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days after photoshoot was then Hall Camp. Being the SA for Hall Camp wasnt as slack as that of NBS FOC. Being station master for most of the games meant that I couldnt interact with freshies from the group that I was attached to. Up till now, I can only recognize their faces but not place a name to them. Cui... however, the bunch of ppl were quite fun to be with la admittedly. On a side note, I did tekan gaowei quite badly during camp and I dont feel a shred of remorse for it!!! HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the semester started and work and stuff started to pile in. Oh boy... even greater expectations now rest upon my shoulders. Deadlines, new team members both foreign and local, new tutors and 4 FREAKING DAYS of 830 lessons, doesnt make the semester seem appealing. However, somehow, there's just this sense of calm. Just like the sun rising outside right now, amidst the grey clouds and drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i ever say that I simply love grey sky mornings? Somehow, my very soul gets refreshed just looking at the weather. Maybe its because the grey skies pretty much represent my emotional state over the past years. Or maybe at every turning point of my life, grey sky mornings would be there to greet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunger pangs are greeting me which reminds me that I have a diet to keep. No pain no gain eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other randomness&lt;br /&gt;HP is almost broken, like some other vital organs of my body.&lt;br /&gt;Room in hall is leaky&lt;br /&gt;My room has this cool new arrangement which i think is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;Got an ipod touch for 200 bucks from kel! =) thanks bro.&lt;br /&gt;My 'motivation' is...&lt;br /&gt;I think I carry myself better when I'm experience a lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;玩火自焚 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata all..don't bother to visit regularly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-6642864124870576290?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/6642864124870576290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=6642864124870576290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6642864124870576290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6642864124870576290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-sleep.html' title='Cant Sleep'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-3063432854552149594</id><published>2009-05-16T02:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T03:30:39.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish you well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parfois au revoir quoique ça me fait vraiment mal sur ton coeur est la seulle façon à pour destinée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parfois au revoir quoique ça me fait vraiment mal est la seulle façon à pour toi et moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoique sa a plus difficile chose te souhaiter une&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je serai manques votre amour à tous les égards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors dire au revoir l'amour, le vrai ne va jamais mourir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleurer à cause&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-3063432854552149594?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/3063432854552149594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=3063432854552149594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3063432854552149594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3063432854552149594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish-you-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-8107073319257435216</id><published>2009-05-15T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:09:31.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched helpless as you turned around to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my emo moods agn..and I shall indulge it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8107073319257435216?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/8107073319257435216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=8107073319257435216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8107073319257435216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8107073319257435216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-watched-helpless-as-you-turned-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-8207218001525249593</id><published>2009-05-14T06:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:04:27.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally know what it means to be disgusted with myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess after all this time... i'm just not ready/capable/mature/responsible enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8207218001525249593?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715129.post-9072834715301500183</id><published>2009-05-06T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:17:02.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep</title><content type='html'>Well.. self explainatory title... i've resigned myself to watching the rain fall under the orange glow of the street lamps. Strangely calming effect that has on me... I guess i'd be sleeping on the flight then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait..! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-9072834715301500183?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/9072834715301500183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=9072834715301500183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/9072834715301500183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/9072834715301500183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-1234138646255984459</id><published>2009-05-05T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:43:10.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A VERY BIG CONGRATULATIONS TO THE UNION OF MISS TAN QIAN TING AND MY ROOMIE MR YOU CHENGKUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah... hey love birds... cherish each other ok? I'm super happy and excited for the two of you.. its always nice to know when your good pals get hitched...=)... soo... ya as i said cherish each other as it takes a whole lot for mutual attraction to take place so this is precious...i dun want to end up comforting anyone at the end of the day r...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah... BKK TML!!!! WHEEEE!!!! I can't wait... but i haven started packing yet... tsk tsk...nap time! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-1234138646255984459?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/1234138646255984459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=1234138646255984459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1234138646255984459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1234138646255984459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/05/very-big-congratulations-to-union-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-5904256149201640045</id><published>2009-05-03T01:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T02:16:47.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The heavens opened its floodgates once again and the nights peaceful silence is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; by the distant rumbling of thunder. Should be pouring at your side too. Hope you well snuggled in your bed right now and deep in dreamland. I hope the headache has left you and that your leaky nose does not act up. I hope that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;would be a great time out with you and the gang. I hope that I can be there for you whenever you should need me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like for farmers of past... the rain brings hope for me... and my hope is that i can be your happiness, and for you to be well always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain suddenly stops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the silence looking out&lt;br /&gt;Looking back across the sky&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a meaning&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I just left it all behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I smell a lingering softness&lt;br /&gt;Where did she go&lt;br /&gt;How did she go&lt;br /&gt;I wanna&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know that she'll be coming here to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll never feel the love inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;You know that we belong&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back before her&lt;br /&gt;I never knew the meaning of alone&lt;br /&gt;Still the flag is feeling foreign&lt;br /&gt;I live the day to escape into a phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of a world not real then&lt;br /&gt;Where did she go&lt;br /&gt;How did she go&lt;br /&gt;I wanna&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know that she'll be coming here to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll never feel the love inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Come On&lt;br /&gt;You know that we belong&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause each of her kisses that my heart misses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's coming&lt;br /&gt;She's coming here to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm needing&lt;br /&gt;Desiring&lt;br /&gt;To kiss her now&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for her&lt;br /&gt;Breathing for her&lt;br /&gt;Singing for her fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll never feel the love inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Come On&lt;br /&gt;You know that we belong&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'll never feel the love inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and sleep sweet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-5904256149201640045?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/5904256149201640045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=5904256149201640045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5904256149201640045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5904256149201640045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/05/heavens-opened-its-floodgates-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-1848799441131778339</id><published>2009-05-03T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:32:17.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I pray that your headache stops and that you can get some peaceful sleep! hugs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-1848799441131778339?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/1848799441131778339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=1848799441131778339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1848799441131778339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1848799441131778339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-pray-that-your-headache-stops-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-3490189969855399208</id><published>2009-04-29T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:16:45.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall start my swimming, jogging and reading routine tml... hope i have the energy to. Hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. why does the heart hurt when you are sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart is used to identify emotions as opposed to the brain which is used to identify logic. (thinking too hard makes your brain hurt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart does however control the flow of blood through your body. And the blood is what causes your body to be pale, or make it feel like you don't have very much energy when you are stressed or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are talking about the actual chest pain you may have, your heart isn't getting enough oxygen from your blood. the oxygen is being quickly distributed through your body to find the "where it hurts" spot that your brain is saying exists. Try crying, or taking deep steady breaths to re-regulate oxygen flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something i got off from the net.. interesting.. but anyway..i'm glad its just a show that you're sad about..not other stuff..ok... i better get some shut eye if i hope to wake up tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya all! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-3490189969855399208?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/3490189969855399208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=3490189969855399208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3490189969855399208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3490189969855399208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/shall-start-my-swimming-jogging-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-6558009691864549114</id><published>2009-04-28T07:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:53:32.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;是你在那个雨季 走进我生命&lt;br /&gt;带着一点任性 和温柔的表情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;是你在那个雨季 赶走了孤寂&lt;br /&gt;温暖的笑容 换我仅有的甜蜜&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;天上一万颗星星我却只看见你&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说这是幸运 还是不可思议&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;身边有太多风景 我却停在这里&lt;br /&gt;说我傻的可以 还不是因为你&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;是你的声音&lt;br /&gt;带给我勇气&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恋爱的频率&lt;br /&gt;直到我心底&lt;br /&gt;如果你愿意&lt;br /&gt;是的我愿意&lt;br /&gt;带着我幸福的主旋律&lt;br /&gt;从前的实际&lt;br /&gt;现在我相信&lt;br /&gt;天空会放晴&lt;br /&gt;爱会更甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;如果你愿意&lt;br /&gt;是的我愿意&lt;br /&gt;爱的主旋律 永远唱下去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;是你在那个雨季 赶走了孤寂&lt;br /&gt;温暖的笑容 换我仅有的甜蜜&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;天上一万颗星星我却只看见你&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说这是幸运 还是不可思议&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;身边有太多风景 我却停在这里&lt;br /&gt;说我傻的可以 还不是因为你&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;是你的声音&lt;br /&gt;带给我勇气&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恋爱的频率&lt;br /&gt;直到我心底&lt;br /&gt;如果你愿意&lt;br /&gt;是的我愿意&lt;br /&gt;带着我幸福的主旋律&lt;br /&gt;从前的实际&lt;br /&gt;现在我相信&lt;br /&gt;天空会放晴&lt;br /&gt;爱会更甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;如果你愿意&lt;br /&gt;是的我愿意&lt;br /&gt;爱的主旋律 永远唱下去&lt;br /&gt;La La La La La La La La&lt;br /&gt;La La La La La La La La&lt;br /&gt;如果你愿意&lt;br /&gt;是的我愿意&lt;br /&gt;带着我幸福的主旋律&lt;br /&gt;从前的实际&lt;br /&gt;现在我相信&lt;br /&gt;天空会放晴&lt;br /&gt;爱会更甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;如果你愿意&lt;br /&gt;是的我愿意&lt;br /&gt;爱的主旋律 永远唱下去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;天上一万颗星星我却只看见你&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说这是幸运 还是不可思议&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;身边有太多风景 我却停在这里&lt;br /&gt;说我傻的可以&lt;br /&gt;还不是因为你&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-6558009691864549114?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/6558009691864549114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=6558009691864549114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6558009691864549114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6558009691864549114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-5592528237602470142</id><published>2009-04-28T06:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:32:25.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>the heavens just open its flood gates... looking forward to a grey sky morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-5592528237602470142?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/5592528237602470142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=5592528237602470142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5592528237602470142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5592528237602470142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-3755081344239595028</id><published>2009-04-20T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:57:21.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我不会向别的快乐出发。。。 因为你就是我的快乐。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-3755081344239595028?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/3755081344239595028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=3755081344239595028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3755081344239595028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3755081344239595028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-7581169121310570221</id><published>2009-04-20T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:45:45.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我不配... in so many things... Lord help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-7581169121310570221?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/7581169121310570221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=7581169121310570221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7581169121310570221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7581169121310570221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-2568657292100731359</id><published>2009-04-11T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:55:46.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><content type='html'>Its really the little things that bring the most joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola was the key word of the day and telepathy, the instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you in your revisions alrite? It'll be over soon. Lets do this together! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-2568657292100731359?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/2568657292100731359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=2568657292100731359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2568657292100731359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2568657292100731359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-8160067857101547829</id><published>2009-04-10T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:22:37.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>It always pours on Good Friday around 3pm. Thank You for everything Lord. Thank You for You are now my righteousness, my salvation, my reward. Though sometimes when the going gets tough and I rely on my own strengh and wisdom to take me through, I know that sometimes You carry me through the storm. I know You always hear my prayers and I'm blessed. Thank You, thank You for my results, for my friends, for my health, for my family. Thank You for letting me be empathetic to others, to be feeling, to love as You have loved me. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8160067857101547829?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/8160067857101547829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=8160067857101547829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8160067857101547829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8160067857101547829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715129.post-1816672814105504554</id><published>2009-04-10T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:40:03.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so damn proud... :D... congrats! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh... you dont owe me anything seriously... go and spend the prize money on shopping! =).. whatever was spent was done willingly and without expectation of repayment... so don't need la... a nice meal will suffice! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... back to mugging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-1816672814105504554?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/1816672814105504554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=1816672814105504554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1816672814105504554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1816672814105504554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-damn-proud.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-7711465648625457136</id><published>2009-04-07T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:51:20.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You reap what you sow. The saying has never rang more true for me till now. Ah well, no point crying over spilt milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm genuinely happy for your grades =)... but remember to thank your shi fu ok? Yao ying sui si yuan! =).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still trust wad u told me awhile back... yep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to buck up... DAMMITTTT!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-7711465648625457136?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/7711465648625457136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=7711465648625457136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7711465648625457136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7711465648625457136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-reap-what-you-sow.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-5260087201218237762</id><published>2009-04-07T04:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:31:22.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Spent the past few days at the airport completing the Marketing Report. It finally reached its completeness when i got home yesterday morning. Day break was really beautiful so i took a photo of it. This was about 8am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SKLI6bgYks/SdprvUtrl_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/aCxNPiqfm6o/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321684370449995762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SKLI6bgYks/SdprvUtrl_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/aCxNPiqfm6o/s320/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken along the corridor from my flat. Its real calming somehow.. the families in the opposite blocks still asleep, the birds chirping in the background, the stillness brought peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a light breakfast and intended to head off to sleep before touching up the marketing report. The 4 hour sleep was cut short when I was awoken by peals of thunder rumbling from the outside. I really love overcast skies especially when I'm snuggled up in bed. Its the perfect makings of a fitful sleep. However, this time round, I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get back to dreamland. I think it was partially due to the heavy doses of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; I've been having over the past few days. So i got out of bed and resumed my report, but not before i snapped a shot of the overcast sky from my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SKLI6bgYks/SdptFvWkJKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iB1rfdvg0mc/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321685855069545634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SKLI6bgYks/SdptFvWkJKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iB1rfdvg0mc/s320/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The abrupt change in weather made me think of the parallels in life. Life is really so fragile. One minute you're up and the next thing you're breaking. Life is so unpredictable, maybe a terminal illness can strike or even depression. You could be damn good at what you're doing and suddenly, you lose your flair for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promptly concussed after submitting the report. A shoddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bibliography&lt;/span&gt; was created as i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; care less anymore about the report anyway. I think that report sapped the energy from my mugging store. Its just so hard to concentrate now. After sleeping for 4 solid hours i got dragged(very unwillingly) out of bed by my folks at 9pm. I then headed down to the airport again, where i am now, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little did i expect, Han Ming was mugging at the airport as well. He provided me with a set of notes for OB. Thanks man. Even more unexpectedly, a Chinese friend whom I've not met in ages suddenly showed up. Apparently he's catching the flight back to Guangzhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SKLI6bgYks/SdpvOixE1jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WiHZhumviec/s1600-h/n701580242_6438457_2833660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321688205333157426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SKLI6bgYks/SdpvOixE1jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WiHZhumviec/s320/n701580242_6438457_2833660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the center's the one. Du Yang. He's really a damn great guy. Excels in studies and sports. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reminisced about the times back in RI and caught up on each other's lives. Change yet again. He's in Browns in the US now. Even has a slight american accent in his speech. So much has changed since I've last saw him. He's no longer running X-country but is golfing, skiling and having the time of his life over there.The guy on the left is another ex-classmate i ran into also at the airport. All 3 of us were in the same class for Sec 3 &amp;amp; 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The main purpose of his visit back to Singapore was to see his Guardian who's a teacher at RI. Apparently the teacher's down with stage 4 colon cancer. Yet another unstoppable force of change highlighting the fragility of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Change is really pervasive. However, there are somethings that just won't change. Procrastination's one for me. Smoking has to go but i don't foresee that happening during this exam period. Lastly, there's another thing for me that won't change in the near future and I will keep holding on. Though that is something that might seem foolish, but I'd gladly be the fool. If it seems crazy then I'd rather be a lunatic. If it seems that I'm blinded, I'd gladly be led by the hand, by you.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ok.. so much for pensiveness. The dawn is once again breaking and I cant change the fact that a new day is beginning, and that there will be challenges that I'd have to face in the days, months and years ahead. But I shall embrace them, embrace change and change for the better, for a better future that hopefully, has you in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Good morning...&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/6715129-5260087201218237762?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/5260087201218237762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=5260087201218237762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5260087201218237762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5260087201218237762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SKLI6bgYks/SdprvUtrl_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/aCxNPiqfm6o/s72-c/DSC00570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715129.post-6946096970193306919</id><published>2009-04-05T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T04:10:52.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marketing... I'm sure the report is driving many people insane... I'm one of them.. rawr... the information provided is just so general. There's structural issues and content issues... heck.. are we even on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think once u've focused on one way of doing, stick to it.. be sure of yourself, be confident. A focused mind and train of thought definately beats one that is confused and multi-directional... ok shit.. i got to stop rambling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope the pain eases off tml.. it hurts when u hurt, physically or emotionally. I wished that there was something I could do to soothe those teeth of yours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-6946096970193306919?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/6946096970193306919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=6946096970193306919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6946096970193306919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6946096970193306919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/marketing.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-2268880629240570226</id><published>2009-04-05T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:03:59.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One Thing that we should learn from kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they don't know that its wrong, they'll have a go at it. It not saying that being wrong is the same as being creative. However, if you're not prepared to be wrong, you'll never come out with anything original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those that's struggling with the marketing report, mayb taking that point of view would help. Thanks for the site NF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want some take on creativity, watch this vid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/ken_robinson_says_schools_kill_creativity.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-2268880629240570226?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/2268880629240570226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=2268880629240570226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2268880629240570226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2268880629240570226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-thing-that-we-should-learn-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-7437600721121963501</id><published>2009-04-03T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:00:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Time Of The Week</title><content type='html'>Many would think that a smoker's favorite times of the week would be when he takes his first puff of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not so for me. My favourite time of the week would be that 1 hour train ride back to the east. Not because I can head back home. Not because I am heading out of school. But its because for that one hour in a week, i can talk uninterupted, uninhibited,with no one else around us, on the train home. That gives me the most refreshment to last me through the coming week then I look forward to that time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good swim, and then rest well k? No point trudging through on a tired physique and brain. Have a great home cooked lunch too! Ur favourite time of the week right? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better eat my noodles before they turn soggy... den its off to sleep.. something which I desperately need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when is your favourite time of the week? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-7437600721121963501?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/7437600721121963501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=7437600721121963501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7437600721121963501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7437600721121963501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/favorite-time-of-week.html' title='Favorite Time Of The Week'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-4062987261930316652</id><published>2009-04-03T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:03:42.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>Well, anyway on a cheerier note... just watched Confessions of a Shopaholic... it was not bad.. got a lot of funny parts especially the dancing scene. There were a few scenes that left me quite misty-eyed.. overall a 7/10. The male lead looked a lot like hugh jackman (woooorine in lyn's terms =p). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long day, I better turn in... a long weekend of mugging awaits. I really must stop being paranoid and think so much. Choppy incoherent sentences. How nice. Even my forte's down the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you ppl! 3.5 weeks to liberation! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-4062987261930316652?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/4062987261930316652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=4062987261930316652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/4062987261930316652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/4062987261930316652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-7743445190570157903</id><published>2009-04-03T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:46:30.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you'll ever find my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you do, I'm sorry... I can't like you in that way.. its not tt you're not likeable.. but its because my heart is alrd with someone else and she will keep it(willingly/not) for a long time to come.. I'm really sorry and I don't want to leave any ambiguity at all cause I know that sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save your love for someone else more deserving. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-7743445190570157903?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/7743445190570157903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=7743445190570157903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7743445190570157903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7743445190570157903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/troubled.html' title='Troubled'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-1402358140127506682</id><published>2009-04-01T07:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:16:10.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of Time</title><content type='html'>i Want to be free to love&lt;br /&gt;i wAnt to be free to try&lt;br /&gt;free to make my owN mistakes&lt;br /&gt;on a journey That i can call my own&lt;br /&gt;there must be more to lIfe&lt;br /&gt;theN just&lt;br /&gt;beinG someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I wished you only know&lt;br /&gt;How I truly feel inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lighthouse in the dark&lt;br /&gt;A stillness in the raging storm&lt;br /&gt;Even if we're miles apart&lt;br /&gt;I will always find my way back to your heart (I'll be there)&lt;br /&gt;To hold and guide you through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is nothing else I want more than to be lost in your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If this were the end of time (if this were the end of time)&lt;br /&gt;I want to be here by your side&lt;br /&gt;To feel your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;And to be wrapped up in your light&lt;br /&gt;Through the joy and the pain (through it all)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shelter all the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh this world may fade away&lt;br /&gt;But this love we have,&lt;br /&gt;Will remain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song by timo...my hopeful reality for 2 3 15 19 4 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I MUST NOT BE EMO ANYMORE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-1402358140127506682?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/1402358140127506682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=1402358140127506682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1402358140127506682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1402358140127506682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-time.html' title='End Of Time'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-7510103054725680797</id><published>2009-03-30T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:23:55.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say talking about things makes people feel better.. In fact i often encourage my friends to talk about their problems when they are feeling down. Chances are they would feel better after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised a pattern. The more stressed i get, its easier to fall into the emotional spiral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw stats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-7510103054725680797?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/7510103054725680797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=7510103054725680797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7510103054725680797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7510103054725680797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-say-talking-about-things-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-2789437638202746465</id><published>2009-03-25T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:08:35.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Song =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_cXhBy78T4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_cXhBy78T4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called you for the first time yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Finally found the missing part of me&lt;br /&gt;Felt so close but you were far away&lt;br /&gt;Left me without anything to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m speechless&lt;br /&gt;Over the edge&lt;br /&gt;I’m just breathless&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I’d catch this&lt;br /&gt;Lovebug again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless&lt;br /&gt;Head over heels in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I’d get hit&lt;br /&gt;By this lovebug again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get your smile out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;(I can’t get you out of my mind)&lt;br /&gt;I think about your eyes all the time&lt;br /&gt;You’re beautiful but you don’t even try&lt;br /&gt;(You don’t even, don’t even try)&lt;br /&gt;Modesty is just so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m speechless&lt;br /&gt;Over the edge&lt;br /&gt;I’m just breathless&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I’d catch this&lt;br /&gt;Lovebug again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless&lt;br /&gt;Head over heels in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I’d get hit&lt;br /&gt;By this lovebug again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed her for the first time yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Everything I wished that it would be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I forgot how to speak&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless, breathless, baby, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m…&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m speechless&lt;br /&gt;Over the edge&lt;br /&gt;I’m just breathless&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I’d catch this&lt;br /&gt;Lovebug again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;Head over heels in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I’d get hit&lt;br /&gt;By this lovebug again&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... lovebug again&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/6715129-2789437638202746465?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/2789437638202746465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=2789437638202746465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2789437638202746465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2789437638202746465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-song.html' title='Happy Song =)'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-5212469863618506927</id><published>2009-03-22T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:14:16.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I say its simple because I've been doing it for 25, 30 years.. but for you, that are new, it is quite hard... But that's life right? Compared to the construction industry outside which is hard, this is simpler. ROFL... I just found myself a new sitcom to follow and its benificial to my studies. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-5212469863618506927?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/5212469863618506927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=5212469863618506927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5212469863618506927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5212469863618506927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-say-its-simple-because-ive-been-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-1318536632652363127</id><published>2009-03-21T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:08:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I hate ambiguity... It drives me insane... &lt;em&gt;but thank you.. thank you for making yourself clear and forgiving me for being an ass...&lt;/em&gt; I feel much better now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-1318536632652363127?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/1318536632652363127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=1318536632652363127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1318536632652363127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1318536632652363127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-guess-i-hate-ambiguity.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-8001968542905285044</id><published>2009-03-21T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:22:42.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Away</title><content type='html'>Don't lie and say that it's OK.&lt;br /&gt;It's alright if, there's nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm running away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving this place.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm running away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me, I'm the one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;It's too late for you to make me stay.&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't stay.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm running away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving this place.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm running away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And faster than you can follow me from this lonely place.&lt;br /&gt;And farther than you can find me, I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm leaving today.&lt;br /&gt;And I, I'll never let you find me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you behind with the past&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't look back.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to hear your reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to hear you tell me why I should stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And try, and try to understand me&lt;br /&gt;And try to understand what I say when I say I can't stay&lt;br /&gt;I, I'm moving on from this place&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving and I won't wait&lt;br /&gt;I'm running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving this place.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm running away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another damn emo song.... nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-6715129.post-3052545642911736220</id><published>2009-03-21T04:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T05:01:13.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you cheryl... thank you sarah... and thank you tze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused now... really am... mayb over analysis of the situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm loads better now.. thanks gals.. really appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-3052545642911736220?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/3052545642911736220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=3052545642911736220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3052545642911736220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3052545642911736220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-cheryl.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-7855793370530896065</id><published>2009-03-19T08:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:39:33.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Was preping my marketing presentation when this song poped into my mind. Think i got the lyrics right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no one told you life was gonna be this way&lt;br /&gt;Your job's a joke, you're broke, you love life's D.O.A,&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear,&lt;br /&gt;when it hasn't been your day your week your month, or even your year,&lt;br /&gt;But, ill be there for you, (when the rain starts to fall)&lt;br /&gt;ill be there for you, (like ive been there before)&lt;br /&gt;ill be there for you, &lt;br /&gt;Cos you're there for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just want to say, with exams looming and all, or rather, without exams coming and on any ordinary day, I'm thankful for the friends I have around me. And I cant say that I know everybody's problems and solutions, all i can say is that should you really need a listening ear or just somebody to rant to, I'll be there for you, cuz you're there for me too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to marketing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-7855793370530896065?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/7855793370530896065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=7855793370530896065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7855793370530896065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7855793370530896065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715129.post-8648741296360340666</id><published>2009-03-18T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T05:22:25.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear I'd become better than ... ... .... ...... I will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8648741296360340666?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/8648741296360340666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=8648741296360340666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8648741296360340666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8648741296360340666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-swear-id-become-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-2637606450622040484</id><published>2009-03-14T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:45:32.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My left eye cant stop twitching and its damn irritating... as irritating as ACC ll RAWR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-2637606450622040484?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/2637606450622040484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=2637606450622040484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2637606450622040484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2637606450622040484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-left-eye-cant-stop-twitching-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-96222020602215830</id><published>2009-03-13T05:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:12:52.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another fri the 13th... hahah... oh well... had good HTHT sessions last night... well.. mayb I'm a good reader of personalities... and maybe i am attention seeking... well... just maybe... hmm... interview tml... with a sucky hairstyle and lack of sleep... damn... hope things go well then there'll be an addtional source of income! whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... this weekend is mugging time! seriously... have to... 20% quiz on mon=(... Lord help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-96222020602215830?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/96222020602215830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=96222020602215830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/96222020602215830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/96222020602215830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-fri-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-2150659949318891113</id><published>2009-03-12T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:11:59.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah... jsut got the vid of stella from Naifen... piang.. I'm damn pitchy and weak at alot of parts of the song la... I'm cringing when i listen to it... argh... shit... tink i really need vocal training... anyone want to go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-2150659949318891113?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/2150659949318891113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=2150659949318891113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2150659949318891113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2150659949318891113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-1981581580962085057</id><published>2009-03-12T03:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:45:58.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its nice to know tt there are ppl out there that care... even if they don't know you personally.. Thank God for you ppl... thank God for Cheryl, Pots, Nai Fen, Sarah, Shi Song, Chris, etc, for filling my days with laughter too... seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least my mood's stabalized alrd. I shall persevere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-1981581580962085057?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/1981581580962085057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=1981581580962085057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1981581580962085057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1981581580962085057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-nice-to-know-tt-there-are-ppl-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-6988616363553181094</id><published>2009-03-08T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:26:37.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Immortal</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;By your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts&lt;br /&gt;My once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away&lt;br /&gt;All the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only convert if you really want to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I just want to stop hurting..................................I guess you dont really know/care that its killing me...or mayb you do..its your usual reaction to stuff i guess...then again...doubt there's anything you could/would do about it.. then again, who am i to deserve your attention rite? who am i to feel this way.. just an emo kid.... too emo for my own fucking good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... stressed plus workload and other stuff can really get ppl going... I'm really contemplating whether to post this... the repercussions... but i guess there'll be none really...status quo's ok i guess...at least ur happy... i'm appearing happy and everybody can live in harmony..just had to let it out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh... much better.............................i tink.... until my next episode...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-6988616363553181094?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/6988616363553181094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=6988616363553181094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6988616363553181094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6988616363553181094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-immortal.html' title='My Immortal'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-534706576808033969</id><published>2009-03-08T04:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:04:37.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'm just not as strong as I thought i was... somethings that I just cant quit.... I feel like crap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-534706576808033969?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/534706576808033969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=534706576808033969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/534706576808033969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/534706576808033969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-guess-im-just-not-as-strong-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-3358578559571619943</id><published>2009-03-08T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:22:31.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Complexities and complications of human interactions.. i tink i should be a hermit... probably be happier tt way.. or if i could relive my life on mstd... staring out into the sea..at the beautiful sunset... the relaxing life with absolutely no worries... no complications... no deadlines..no second guessing which i cant confirm with would lead to even more second guessing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a valley and its real deep.... fuck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-3358578559571619943?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/3358578559571619943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=3358578559571619943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3358578559571619943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3358578559571619943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/complexities-and-complications-of-human.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-8649545197908242521</id><published>2009-03-06T03:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:00:02.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Broke my 118 hours... now its back to 0 agn... oh wells.. had to stay up.. no choice=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acc and OB awaits as I await the dawn to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so nice when you see your friends getting together.. I'm happy for my roomie! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8649545197908242521?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/8649545197908242521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=8649545197908242521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8649545197908242521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8649545197908242521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/broke-my-118-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-8165582989731361589</id><published>2009-03-03T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:39:37.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking withdrawal symptoms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8165582989731361589?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/8165582989731361589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=8165582989731361589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8165582989731361589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8165582989731361589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/fucking-withdrawal-symptoms.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-1218710196601327068</id><published>2009-03-02T02:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:13:30.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Start</title><content type='html'>QP finally ended yesterday. Its a bittersweet feeling really. I'm going to miss the cast trainings(though they were vocally and mentally tiring), the laughter and just being myself. The production was really a huge success and I basically met my 3 goals that I set out to achieve when i joined as a cast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few ppl that I'd like to thank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasster, Chubbo, YAJAM and Zhao for coming down to support me for my first day. For the beautiful sunflower. Thank you all so much. And also for your understanding during this period where i pang seh so many proj meetings. I'll get up to scratch soon(i hope=p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODAC!!!!! Thanks for coming down. Really encouraged by the huge turnout =). Hope yall had a great time catching up after the show. Sry couldnt join yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, Mummy, Keke and gf, for coming down to watch my first performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and Potato, for taking time off your busy schedules. For the bouquet of blue roses. I really really appreciate you guys coming down. It meant a lot to me.Catch up real soon ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JCRC, for their support during this period and allowing me time off from duties. For the damn sweet card and the balloon! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QPeeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for being the lead with me. It was really great working with you and bitching abt *ahem*.. Haha.. Sry for making you prac End Of Time so much with me. Its really great to have seen u become more open and natural in your acting. Eh! form study grp leh! Lets ace this sem! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy&lt;br /&gt;Hey rat! you'll probably not see this but ya.. thanks for indulging me in my warped sense of humour everytime. For being such a laugh during trainings and for the great songs. KA DAI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for lending a ear when I needed it. Thanks for the HTHT also.Really appreciate it. Remain a diva and a skank ok? Haha, jkjk we afterall know who's the "professional" rite? ;). But anyway, if u need anybody to talk to in future you can find me la. The songs you wrote and your performance was stunning too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Song&lt;br /&gt;Also thanks for indulging in my warped sense of humour and for eventually adapting to it! hahah. It was great to have an OG mate in cast and also for teaching vocal stuff and all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Eh mother-in-law! You really were great! The growth from the first cast training to now was enormous. Don't worry about ur folks alrite? They just meant well I'm sure=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tian Cai&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I always thought you were a pompous SOB. But after much reflection, I really must thank you for all the advise given during trainings and all. Thanks for styling my hair during showdays too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the multiple multiple eggs. Thanks for being the butt of the jokes, hope i din get too carried away and if I did, I sincerely apologise. Hope things between your gf clear up soon! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;First time i saw you was during Hall Anni dinner I think. Its really great to have another clubber/drinker in cast! At least tts common. Also your gay-ness is really pwr! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Lin&lt;br /&gt;Although I din really talk to you much during this journey, its really commedable that you were able to juggle so many things at one time. Havoc, CAC, QP.. really pwr.. Study hard for ur quizzes and ace them alrite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chye Nit Fen&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for having taught me a tremendous load in singing. I really respect your vocal talent. Fuck you for eavesdropping tho=p Hahahahah..... no la... i'm fine with it anyway! Wasnt any sensitive info anyway. Thanks for the great songs too! And your sick and twisted (similar to mine) sense of humour. There's always someone you'll bitch abt and tts good! hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mavis&lt;br /&gt;For being such a wonderful director. I know this period was stressful and taxing on you. Now you can have a SHORT(whoops) well deserved break before plunging headlong into studies. Now that the issue has been resolved, should have more motivation to work alrd rite? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the QP people in C&amp;M, S&amp;P, P&amp;P, Producers, SMs and Biz Mags for being such a wonderful support team. All this wouldnt have been possible without your hard work behind the scenes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, at 3 am as i end this post, its really a brand new start for me. I step into tml a non smoker. I step into tml a workaholic, I step into tml someone who will not wallow in self pity. I step into tml a friend. This is a brand new path and its gonna be tough, but i decide how I want to live my life this time, I know I can make a mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if i seem pms-y these few days, its the lack of nicotine. I'm real sry abt it. But it will pass. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really will miss smoking tho. Its something as natural as breathing to me. Now studying and keeping late nights will no longer be as fun without the sticks. Feel like I've lost someone dear to me. Hahah.. but I guess its for the best. For my health and for the sake of my future too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, before this gets too lengthy, I'm gonna bathe and then sleep. Tml a whole day of catching up awaits. shit....hahah... nite world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-1218710196601327068?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/1218710196601327068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=1218710196601327068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1218710196601327068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1218710196601327068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/03/brand-new-start.html' title='Brand New Start'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-6199703210222281879</id><published>2009-02-27T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:42:46.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn tired.... really damn tired... my throat hurts, my eyes are droopy, and basically i feel like shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-6199703210222281879?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/6199703210222281879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=6199703210222281879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6199703210222281879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6199703210222281879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-308162443068359354</id><published>2009-02-26T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:02:36.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are a few things I'm quitting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking in 3 days.. cant wait to have more $$ to save/spend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a few others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold turkey here I come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sweet day.. there will be....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-308162443068359354?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/308162443068359354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish you well.    .     .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-5827451955754217216?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/5827451955754217216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=5827451955754217216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5827451955754217216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5827451955754217216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-you-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-8121511377914983630</id><published>2009-02-22T02:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:54:05.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep</title><content type='html'>When you were here before,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;You're just like an angel,&lt;br /&gt;Your skin makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You float like a feather&lt;br /&gt;In a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;You're so fucking special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have control&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect body&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice&lt;br /&gt;when I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;You're so fucking special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's running out the door&lt;br /&gt;She's running out&lt;br /&gt;She run run run run...&lt;br /&gt;run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;You're so fucking special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-6715129.post-6691953112115475937</id><published>2009-02-20T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:38:04.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Finally home after two weeks. Lugged a huge bag up the cab and came home. Home, a place of refuge, solitude and refreshment. I kinda miss my room, my bed, my smelly bolster. Hahaha... bro's gf's over so I'm locking myself up in my room now. Dont want to walk in on anything hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it suits me fine, to be in my room alone, to be with my thoughts and just think about stuff, tho i often profess that I think far too much for my own good. Well, a real trait of an introvert i guess. Then again, it could be a self fulfilling prophesy at play here cause all along I thought I'm an extrovert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing project awaits and I'm supposed to come out with new names for giordano.. how fun. On a brighter note, meeting pots and cheryl tonight at timbre! Haha.. hope the live band's good. But it wouldnt matter, cause the company rocks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully would still have the energy to head to the airport to catch up on my backlog which has been piling up for the past few weeks due to crazy schedules. Must get a 5.0 this sem to pull a CGPA of 4.0. &lt;strong&gt;I can do anything through HIM who gives me strength!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, one of my maj events just ended. Now still got 2 to go before I'm free. The next up and coming one is hall prod. =)... I think I enjoy myself most when I'm in there. Maybe its a form of escapism where I can just stop being myself and start being someone else for a change. Ahh well, shall not sink into one of my emo moods agn. Its a happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to start cold turkey for a lot of things. I need strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it logically and rationally makes it less painful.. I'll try to stay rational...too bad that's not my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, emo mood out again. Cannot cannot.. argh... ok.. I'm off. Have a great recess week ppl whether you're in SG or BKK! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-6691953112115475937?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/6691953112115475937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=6691953112115475937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6691953112115475937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6691953112115475937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/02/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-6647037785181222272</id><published>2009-02-19T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:39:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Save a Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/boIAxpC33CM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/boIAxpC33CM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely nice song and an even nicer dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-6647037785181222272?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/6647037785181222272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=6647037785181222272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6647037785181222272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6647037785181222272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-save-life.html' title='How to Save a Life'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-6315215759024493543</id><published>2009-02-19T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:48:28.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties. &lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. &lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. &lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. &lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job. &lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. &lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous. &lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear. &lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... i'm slightly impressed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-6315215759024493543?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/6315215759024493543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=6315215759024493543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6315215759024493543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6315215759024493543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-view-on-yourself-you-are-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-3441531247804664800</id><published>2009-02-18T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:48:40.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Hello goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it will be this way.... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that require my attention now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to be there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant do this agn... not agn... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking too much? I think not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so confused now... its spinning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...seriously....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-3441531247804664800?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/3441531247804664800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=3441531247804664800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3441531247804664800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3441531247804664800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-143229983747503560</id><published>2009-02-13T03:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:52:51.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://archnecro3.mypersonality.info" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/13/131141.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-143229983747503560?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/143229983747503560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=143229983747503560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/143229983747503560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/143229983747503560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/02/fitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-2508466571393377421</id><published>2009-02-12T03:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T03:58:52.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chummy Chummy.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-2508466571393377421?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/2508466571393377421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=2508466571393377421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2508466571393377421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2508466571393377421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/02/chummy-chummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-5377150640578709264</id><published>2009-02-11T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:29:41.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after tml</title><content type='html'>1 day, then 2 days, after that 4 days, and then 11 days... things are coming, aniticipation, hesitation, apprehension, hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts are ceaseless... useless mostly, self serving useless thoughts that wander through my mind which should be filled with work... I shouldnt, but I cant help it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celestialism is a hope once agn. But yes, we can do it. Incompetencies shall be my undermining my confidence. A msg just came in which alleviated one of my fears. For that I'm thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall have hope for true-ity in whatever was expressed and take comfort in that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking in riddles, probably, but only the wise shall understand. I shall remain on this path that I've decided. Scoprio's are extremely hard-headed creatures. It won't be easy...but what sweetness is there in something so easily obtained? Brick walls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bazzar beckons... another useless thing that I've to be down for.. till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-5377150640578709264?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/5377150640578709264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=5377150640578709264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5377150640578709264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5377150640578709264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-after-tml.html' title='The day after tml'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-187022081906018434</id><published>2009-02-07T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:15:13.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>High on oxytocin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-187022081906018434?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/187022081906018434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=187022081906018434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/187022081906018434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/187022081906018434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/02/high-on-oxytocin.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-7851413568100111445</id><published>2009-01-27T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:03:45.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watched Bruce Almighty... cant believe i teared in a comedy... tsk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-7851413568100111445?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/7851413568100111445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=7851413568100111445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7851413568100111445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7851413568100111445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-watched-bruce-almighty.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-8232944114462327350</id><published>2009-01-26T04:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:05:27.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Coffee</title><content type='html'>Twas scrolling through my old entries for the past yr. I must conclude that my writing flair has dipped considerably. But this particular entry caught my eye. Hope it applies =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Coffee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some &lt;br /&gt;expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God brews the coffee, not the cups.......... Enjoy your coffee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God. &lt;br /&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why some people can go through life feeling so happy and others in a perpetual state of stress and anxiety. Oh well.. its now CNY, Happy Niu Year to all! =)... and I've decided... what's the worse that could happen? I'll just be the same as I am now... anyway.. thanks for all the concern everyone! esp mu mao!!!! hahah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8232944114462327350?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/8232944114462327350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=8232944114462327350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8232944114462327350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8232944114462327350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/01/gods-coffee.html' title='God&apos;s Coffee'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-8218091069242894995</id><published>2009-01-23T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:27:07.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Battle Is The Lord’s &lt;br /&gt;  2 Chronicles 20:15&lt;br /&gt;15… Do not be afraid nor dismayed because of this great multitude, for the battle is not yours, but God’s.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  When faced with a problem or challenge, we tend to ask ourselves, “What am I going to do?” And well-meaning family members and friends will come along and ask, “What are you going to do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jehoshaphat faced a multitude of enemies. But instead of focusing on what he would do, he prayed, “O our God, will You not judge them? For we have no power against this great multitude that is coming against us; nor do we know what to do, but our eyes are upon You.” (2 Chronicles 20:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we turn our eyes to God, we will hear Him say, “Do not be afraid nor dismayed because of this great multitude, for the battle is not yours, but God’s... You will not need to fight in this battle. Position yourselves, stand still and see the salvation of the Lord…” (2 Chronicles 20:15, 17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But standing still is the last thing we want to do when the enemy is coming against us. It is also the most difficult thing to do because we feel that we cannot just stand around and do nothing — we must try to save the situation. But God wants us to stand still and see Jesus our salvation fight for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do the next time you are faced with a battle and don’t know what to do? Jehoshaphat sent his singers to the front of the army to proclaim, “Praise the Lord, for His mercy endures forever.” (2 Chronicles 20:21) Some people will wonder, “Does that mean that I just sing and don’t do anything else when I have a problem?” No, that is not what I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what the situation requires, but don’t worry and don’t trust in what you do. Like Jehoshaphat, rest and trust in His mercy that endures forever. When you do that, God will turn your battlefield into the Valley of Berachah. Berachah means “blessings”. The children of Israel gave the battlefield this name because it took them three days to gather all the spoils of war! God turned their situation into a great blessing! (2 Chronicles 20:25–26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a battle to fight? Stand still and see the salvation of the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8218091069242894995?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/8218091069242894995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=8218091069242894995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8218091069242894995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8218091069242894995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/01/battle-is-lords-2-chronicles-2015-15-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-8788135370623177561</id><published>2009-01-22T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:30:57.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated Heart</title><content type='html'>I Don’t know what to say now&lt;br /&gt;I Don’t know where to start&lt;br /&gt;I Don’t know how to handle&lt;br /&gt;A complicated heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you are leaving&lt;br /&gt;But I just have to say&lt;br /&gt;Before you throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want to go alone&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting when you’re coming home&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;You can lean on me, my love will still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what you’re thinking&lt;br /&gt;To me it seems quite tough&lt;br /&gt;To hold a conversation&lt;br /&gt;When words are not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is your decision&lt;br /&gt;And there’s, nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;I can only say to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want to go alone&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting when you’re coming home&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;You can lean on me, my love will still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is your decision&lt;br /&gt;And there’s, nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;I can only say to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want to go alone&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting when you’re coming home&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;You can lean on me, my love will still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want to go alone&lt;br /&gt;I will still love you when tomorrow comes&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;You can lean on me, my love will still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCK IT UP DESMOND!!!!! Here we go agn.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8788135370623177561?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/8788135370623177561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=8788135370623177561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8788135370623177561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8788135370623177561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/01/complicated-heart.html' title='Complicated Heart'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-5974849433593598974</id><published>2009-01-10T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:35:51.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 hrs to complete one stats tutorial...nice... i'm zonked out... mkting... ob and accs to go.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-5974849433593598974?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/5974849433593598974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=5974849433593598974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5974849433593598974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5974849433593598974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2009/01/4-hrs-to-complete-one-stats-tutorial.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-779955061509854315</id><published>2009-01-02T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:13:42.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE NO LIFE</title><content type='html'>If you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 films on this list. Copy this list, go to your own facebook/livejournal/whatever account, paste this as a note. Then, put x's next to the films you've seen, add them up, change the header adding your number, and click post at the bottom. Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;( ) Grease&lt;br /&gt;(X) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;(X) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boondock Saints&lt;br /&gt;( ) Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;( ) Starsky and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Blazing Saddles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Airplane&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;(x) Anchorman&lt;br /&gt;( ) Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;( ) Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;(x) Saw&lt;br /&gt;(X) Saw II&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Noise&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Oleander&lt;br /&gt;(X) Anger Management&lt;br /&gt;(x) 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Wedding&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie Band Camp&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) Resident Evil 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Resident Evil 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Wedding Singer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Village&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;( ) Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;( ) Signs&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Grinch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;(x) White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;( ) Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;( ) 13 Going on 30&lt;br /&gt;(x) I, Robot&lt;br /&gt;(x) Robots&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Universal Soldier&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;( ) Along Came Polly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Deep Impact&lt;br /&gt;( ) KingPin&lt;br /&gt;( ) Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet The Parents&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eight Crazy Nights&lt;br /&gt;( ) Joe Dirt&lt;br /&gt;(x) KING KONG (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminal&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Passport to Paris&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dumb &amp; Dumber&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Dumber &amp; Dumberer&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Halloween&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Ring&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Ring 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Surviving X-MAS&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flubber&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harold &amp; Kumar Go To White Castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Practical Magic&lt;br /&gt;( ) Chicago&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;(x) I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Whole Nine Yards&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Whole Ten Yards&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;(x) Child's Play&lt;br /&gt;(x) Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Just Married&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;(x) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sixteen Candles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;( ) Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Grudge 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Mask&lt;br /&gt;( ) Son Of The Mask&lt;br /&gt;Total so far:60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bad Boys&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bad Boys 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Joy Ride&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lucky Number Slevin&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;(X) Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bourne Identity&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bourne Supremacy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bedazzled&lt;br /&gt;(x) Predator I&lt;br /&gt;(x) Predator II&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Fog&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice Age&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;( ) Curious George&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cujo&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Bronx Tale&lt;br /&gt;(x) Darkness Falls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Christine&lt;br /&gt;( ) ET&lt;br /&gt;(x) Children of the Corn&lt;br /&gt;( ) My Bosses Daughter&lt;br /&gt;(x) Maid in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;(x) War of the Worlds&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour 2&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Best Bet&lt;br /&gt;( ) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;( ) She's All That&lt;br /&gt;( ) Calendar Girls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sideways&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mars Attacks&lt;br /&gt;(x) Event Horizon&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ever After&lt;br /&gt;( ) Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;(X) Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;( ) Big Trouble in Little China&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator 3&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 82&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-Men&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-2&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sky High&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jeepers Creepers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Catch Me If You Can&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;(x) Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;( ) Reign of Fire&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Skulls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swimfan&lt;br /&gt;( ) Miracle on 34th street&lt;br /&gt;( ) Old School&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;( ) K-Pax&lt;br /&gt;( ) Krippendorf's Tribe&lt;br /&gt;(x) A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice Castles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boogeyman&lt;br /&gt;( ) The 40-year-old Virgin&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings Return Of the King&lt;br /&gt;(x) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;br /&gt;(x) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom&lt;br /&gt;(x) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 102&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) BASEketball&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hostel&lt;br /&gt;( ) Waiting for Guffman&lt;br /&gt;( ) House of 1000 Corpses&lt;br /&gt;( ) Devils Rejects&lt;br /&gt;( ) Elf&lt;br /&gt;(x) Highlander&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mothman Prophecies&lt;br /&gt;( ) American History X&lt;br /&gt;( ) Three&lt;br /&gt;Total so Far: 103&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Jacket&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kung Fu Hustle&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shaolin Soccer&lt;br /&gt;(x) Night Watch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Monsters Inc.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Titanic&lt;br /&gt;( ) Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shaun Of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Willard&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) High Tension&lt;br /&gt;( ) Club Dread&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hulk&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dawn Of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hook&lt;br /&gt;(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;(x) 28 days later&lt;br /&gt;( ) Orgazmo&lt;br /&gt;( ) Phantasm&lt;br /&gt;(x) Waterworld&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 114&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kill Bill vol 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kill Bill vol 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mortal Kombat&lt;br /&gt;( ) Wolf Creek&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kingdom of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Hills Have Eyes&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Last House on the Left&lt;br /&gt;( ) Re-Animator&lt;br /&gt;( ) Army of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 119&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ewoks Caravan Of Courage&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ewoks The Battle For Endor&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 125&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix Reloaded&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix Revolutions&lt;br /&gt;(x) Animatrix&lt;br /&gt;( ) Evil Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Evil Dead 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Team America: World Police&lt;br /&gt;(x) Red Dragon&lt;br /&gt;(x) Silence of the Lambs&lt;br /&gt;(X) Hannibal&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 132&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... i cant believe it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-779955061509854315?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/779955061509854315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooh oooh, ooooh yeah, mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can be a many splendored thing&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny the joy it brings&lt;br /&gt;A dozen roses, diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Dreams for sale and fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;It'll make you hear a symphony&lt;br /&gt;And you just want the world to see&lt;br /&gt;But like a drug that makes you blind,&lt;br /&gt;It'll fool ya every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with love is&lt;br /&gt;It can tear you up inside&lt;br /&gt;Make your heart believe a lie&lt;br /&gt;It's stronger than your pride&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with love is&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't care how fast you fall&lt;br /&gt;And you can't refuse the call&lt;br /&gt;See, you got no say at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was once a fool, it's true&lt;br /&gt;I played the game by all the rules&lt;br /&gt;But now my world's a deeper blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sadder, but I'm wiser too&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd never love again&lt;br /&gt;I swore my heart would never mend&lt;br /&gt;Said love wasn't worth the pain&lt;br /&gt;But then I hear it call my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The trouble with) The trouble with love is&lt;br /&gt;It can tear you up inside&lt;br /&gt;Make your heart believe a lie&lt;br /&gt;It's stronger than your pride&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with love is&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't care how fast you fall&lt;br /&gt;And you can't refuse the call&lt;br /&gt;See, you got no say at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I turn around&lt;br /&gt;I think I've got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;My heart keeps callin' and I keep on fallin'&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;This sad story always ends the same&lt;br /&gt;Me standin' in the pourin' rain&lt;br /&gt;It seems no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;It tears my heart in two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The trouble with love is) The trouble with love, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(It can tear you up inside) It can tear you up inside&lt;br /&gt;(Make your heart believe a lie) Make your heart believe a lie&lt;br /&gt;It's stronger than your pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The trouble with love is)&lt;br /&gt;It's in your heart&lt;br /&gt;It's in your soul (doesn't care how fast you fall)&lt;br /&gt;You won't get no control&lt;br /&gt;(and you can't refuse the call)&lt;br /&gt;See, you got no say at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The trouble with love is) Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(It can tear you up inside)&lt;br /&gt;(Make your heart believe a lie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-4409671555063713137?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/4409671555063713137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=4409671555063713137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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I'd be going out with one of these girls...but for now let me say...without hope or agenda...just because its christmas...(and at christmas you tell the truth)...TO ME YOU ARE PERFECT...and my wasted heart will love you...until you look like this..............................&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-7249674461736431721?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/7249674461736431721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=7249674461736431721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7249674461736431721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7249674461736431721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/12/say-its-carol-singers.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-4180589022121656909</id><published>2008-12-30T03:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:23:39.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love Actually rocks my socks! =)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-4180589022121656909?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/4180589022121656909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=4180589022121656909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/4180589022121656909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/4180589022121656909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-actually-rocks-my-socks.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-671925322603974380</id><published>2008-12-24T04:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T04:41:35.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon It Will Be Christmas Day! =)</title><content type='html'>Ahh, the festive mood is in the air! Just finished doing up some of the things i needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a suprise... i was in my own little world at TCC when my suddenly someone holla-ed my name. Turns out my friend used to work at T3 TCC and came back for a X'mas celebration with the staff. Haha coolness... and apparently i'm considered a regular here alrd. LOL. Well this place will bring back memories.. memories of painful mugging and of encouraging and waking ppl up. Fond memories. I guess it will happen again next march-apr when exams are looming agn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its raining outside now. A shower from the heavens above to cleanse and renew. A new year approaches and so does a new sem. Many hopes and aspirations lie strewn in its wake too. Somehow i'm a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The only constant is change and now i'm the constant. I think I'm still trying to find out who i really am despite professing to know myself really well. Unexpected things I've done in the past year are staggering. I've experienced working life, experienced deep loss, experienced strong friendships, experienced backstabbing, experienced disappointment, experienced triumph.. so much has happened in the past year. For good or bad, it has been one of the most colourful years if not THE most colourful year of my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings don't change tho. Procratination and disorganisation are still my 2 biggest pitfalls. Just look at my room and my prep for last sem's exam..hahah.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts are flooding in right now. Some new year resolutions and goals just crossed my mind so i shall record them down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Stop my dependance on lung killing sticks after production&lt;br /&gt;2.  Be the best actor for my hall play&lt;br /&gt;3.  Break out of my plateau for guitar.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Get a GPA of at least 4.5&lt;br /&gt;5.  Start an investment portfolio with monthly savings.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Read more esp newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Manage my time properly between ________________, school work and JCRC.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Be nicer to my folks&lt;br /&gt;9.  Go church more regularly and be more involved.&lt;br /&gt;10. Learn harmonisation.&lt;br /&gt;11. Procrastinate less and be more organised(realistic goal setting cuz i know i cant eliminate them by next yr =p)&lt;br /&gt;12. Start Driving to NTU on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;13. Start exercising.. the damn beer belly's unsightly.&lt;br /&gt;14. Improve my languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. ok random list. Haha. Oh well.. ok... time to end off this post which want planned to be so long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-671925322603974380?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/671925322603974380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=671925322603974380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/671925322603974380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/671925322603974380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/12/soon-it-will-be-christmas-day.html' title='Soon It Will Be Christmas Day! =)'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-7499758095788528027</id><published>2008-12-21T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:43:39.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance With My Father</title><content type='html'>Another freaking emo song... treasure those that you love arond you before you might never be able to love them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was a child&lt;br /&gt;Before life removed all the innocence&lt;br /&gt;My father would lift me high&lt;br /&gt;And dance with my mother and me and then&lt;br /&gt;Spin me around till I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;Then up the stairs he would carry me&lt;br /&gt;And I knew for sure I was loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;If I could get another chance &lt;br /&gt;Another walk, another dance with him,&lt;br /&gt;I'd play a song that would never ever end&lt;br /&gt;How I'd love love love, to dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;When I and my mother would disagree&lt;br /&gt;To get my way I would run from her to him&lt;br /&gt;He'd make me laugh just to comfort me(yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Then finally make me do just what my momma said&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, when I was asleep&lt;br /&gt;He left a dollar under my sheet&lt;br /&gt;Never dreamed that he would be gone from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;If I could steal &lt;br /&gt;One final glance&lt;br /&gt;One final step &lt;br /&gt;One final dance with him&lt;br /&gt;I'd play a song that would never ever end&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd love love love to dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'd listen outside her door&lt;br /&gt;I'd hear how my mother cried for him&lt;br /&gt;(x2) I'd pray for her even more than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm praying for much too much&lt;br /&gt;But could you send back the only man she loved&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't do it usually &lt;br /&gt;But dear Lord she' s dying to dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;And this is all I ever dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-7499758095788528027?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/7499758095788528027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=7499758095788528027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7499758095788528027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7499758095788528027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/12/dance-with-my-father.html' title='Dance With My Father'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-4515160648812822469</id><published>2008-12-15T03:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:50:10.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweetest thing</title><content type='html'>Was quite low today... but... EH WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WON'T GET MY 5.0 and its prelude cheered me up tremendously... thank you! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-4515160648812822469?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/4515160648812822469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=4515160648812822469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/4515160648812822469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/4515160648812822469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweetest-thing.html' title='The sweetest thing'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-1739208903137304902</id><published>2008-12-04T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:11:32.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a chill pill... seriously... it happens every single f**king time... RAWR!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching OC... reminds me of my A lvl days where it always air-ed at 1 am and i'd be watching instead of mugging.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i change my blogskin? Or mayb shift address? Any kind soul wants to volunteer to help me create a blogskin?? =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-1739208903137304902?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/1739208903137304902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=1739208903137304902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1739208903137304902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/1739208903137304902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-chill-pill.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-7772892659025711481</id><published>2008-12-02T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:13:24.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished carolling practise.. its quite fun actually.. but warm-ups are sucky...hahah...carolling made me think of this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2IngzhbuhNM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2IngzhbuhNM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S Club 7 really one of my favourite bands of all times... and this song is just soo aww... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is really my favourite time of the year.. its the hols and all.. the pretty lights along orchard and the shopping centres. Mayb can go one late night and just walk down orchard road... its'll be nice.. anyone wants to accompany me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. random thoughts.. ok... nap den a swim again.. hope the sun does not disappear behind the clouds when i go ltr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-7772892659025711481?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/7772892659025711481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=7772892659025711481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7772892659025711481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/7772892659025711481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-finished-carolling-practise.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-341748361478104099</id><published>2008-12-01T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:11:31.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A nice project after exams.. how wonderful.. i'm absoultely thrilled.. esp when my future might depend on it.. Yayness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days were good tho.. now the stuff's in the open... all that's left is to wait i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work... feels like exams are looming all over again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-341748361478104099?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/341748361478104099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=341748361478104099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/341748361478104099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/341748361478104099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/12/nice-project-after-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-2713716157525523998</id><published>2008-11-28T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:10:10.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's done... hope you liked it! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-2713716157525523998?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/2713716157525523998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=2713716157525523998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2713716157525523998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2713716157525523998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-3091196298211591754</id><published>2008-11-24T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:00:32.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The curtain's finally drawn on this sem... I've done my best in my current situation and thus, I leave it all up to Him to do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points to take home will be to start earlier and be consistant next sem. Not to be too complacent that time will be sufficient at the end especially for another calculation heavy topic like stats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold turkey coincided perfectly with the end of papers. Now theres lots of prep work to be done if you know what i mean. Shall have a good sleep tonight after dinner and drinks and tml the sun will shine again and i can start another brilliant day. Ok.. i'm rambling... spillover from Biz Law=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the after exams! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-3091196298211591754?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/3091196298211591754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=3091196298211591754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3091196298211591754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/3091196298211591754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/11/curtains-finally-drawn-on-this-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-194610881954735594</id><published>2008-11-22T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:46:43.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... I'm honestly impressed by how polite some service staff can sound over the phone. Hope the service on the actual day's as good too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Breach of Contracts now though ='(... 2 more days!!!!! Both looking forward and dreading it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-194610881954735594?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/194610881954735594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=194610881954735594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/194610881954735594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/194610881954735594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-2328535130889614557</id><published>2008-11-20T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:54:36.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 days... painfully near yet painfully far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-2328535130889614557?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/2328535130889614557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=2328535130889614557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2328535130889614557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2328535130889614557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/11/4-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-373535756334155228</id><published>2008-11-19T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:13:50.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phase 1 complete.... few more to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired beyond measure... shall treat myself to sleep after the exams... I seriously cant wait... 5 more days... hang on... hang on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-373535756334155228?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/373535756334155228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=373535756334155228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/373535756334155228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/373535756334155228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/11/phase-1-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-5824188619682790347</id><published>2008-11-19T03:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:54:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travellin' Soldier</title><content type='html'>Two days past eighteen&lt;br /&gt;He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens&lt;br /&gt;Sat down in a booth, at a café there&lt;br /&gt;Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair&lt;br /&gt;He's a little shy, so she gave him a smile&lt;br /&gt;And he said, would you mind sittin' down for awhile&lt;br /&gt;And talkin' to me, I'm feelin' a little low&lt;br /&gt;She said, I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they went down and they sat on the pier&lt;br /&gt;He said, I bet you got a boyfriend, but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I've got no one to send a letter to&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind if I sent one back here to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna hold the hand of another guy&lt;br /&gt;Too young for him they told her&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier&lt;br /&gt;Our love will never end&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for the soldier to come back again&lt;br /&gt;Never more to be alone&lt;br /&gt;When the letter says, a soldier's coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the letters came&lt;br /&gt;From an army camp&lt;br /&gt;In California, then Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;And he told her of his heart&lt;br /&gt;It might be love&lt;br /&gt;And all of the things he was so scared of &lt;br /&gt;He said ,when it's gettin' kinda rough over here&lt;br /&gt;I think of that day, sittin' down at the pier&lt;br /&gt;And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, but I won't be able to write for awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna hold the hand of another guy&lt;br /&gt;Too young for him they told her&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier&lt;br /&gt;Our love will never end&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for the soldier to come back again&lt;br /&gt;Never more to be alone&lt;br /&gt;When the letter says a soldier's coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Friday night at a football game&lt;br /&gt;The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang&lt;br /&gt;A man said, folks would you bow your heads&lt;br /&gt;For a list of local, Vietnam dead&lt;br /&gt;Cryin' all alone under the stands&lt;br /&gt;Was a piccolo player in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;And one name read, but nobody really cared&lt;br /&gt;But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna hold the hand of another guy&lt;br /&gt;Too young for him they told her&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier&lt;br /&gt;Our love will never end&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for the soldier to come back again&lt;br /&gt;Never more to be alone&lt;br /&gt;When the letter says a soldier's coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna hold the hand of another guy&lt;br /&gt;Too young for him they told her&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier&lt;br /&gt;Our love will never end&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for the soldier to come back again&lt;br /&gt;Never more to be alone&lt;br /&gt;When the letter says a soldier's coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare song in a long while that actually caused me to tear slightly. I wonder when can i write such lyrics.. Now its just number crunching agn.. cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-5824188619682790347?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/5824188619682790347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=5824188619682790347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5824188619682790347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/5824188619682790347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/11/travellin-soldier.html' title='Travellin&apos; Soldier'/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-77981765980389709</id><published>2008-11-14T23:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:39:53.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some Quotes From Loves Songs on Class 95.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is too strong a word to be said too early but has too beautiful a meaning to be said too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in love, my heart aches for her.. but in a good way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance is doing little things all the time and doing something big once in awhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can sometimes be magic, but magic can sometimes be an illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you don't have to say anything but he knows exactly how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song from Depeche Mode that didnt sound very nice to me at first but eventually grew on me -Somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to share &lt;br /&gt;Share the rest of my life &lt;br /&gt;Share my innermost thoughts &lt;br /&gt;Know my intimate details &lt;br /&gt;Someone who'll stand by my side &lt;br /&gt;And give me support &lt;br /&gt;And in return &lt;br /&gt;She'll get my support &lt;br /&gt;She will listen to me &lt;br /&gt;When I want to speak &lt;br /&gt;About the world we live in &lt;br /&gt;And life in general &lt;br /&gt;Though my views may be wrong &lt;br /&gt;They may even be perverted &lt;br /&gt;She'll hear me out &lt;br /&gt;And won't easily be converted &lt;br /&gt;To my way of thinking &lt;br /&gt;In fact she'll often disagree &lt;br /&gt;But at the end of it all &lt;br /&gt;She will understand me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who cares &lt;br /&gt;For me passionately &lt;br /&gt;With every thought &lt;br /&gt;And with every breath &lt;br /&gt;Someone who'll help me see things &lt;br /&gt;In a different light &lt;br /&gt;All the things I detest &lt;br /&gt;I will almost like &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be tied &lt;br /&gt;To anyone's strings &lt;br /&gt;I'm carefully trying to stay clear &lt;br /&gt;Out of those things &lt;br /&gt;But when I'm asleep &lt;br /&gt;I want somebody &lt;br /&gt;Who will put their arms around me &lt;br /&gt;And kiss me tenderly &lt;br /&gt;Though things like this make me sick &lt;br /&gt;In a case like this &lt;br /&gt;I'll get away with it &lt;br /&gt;And in a place like this &lt;br /&gt;I'll get away with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-77981765980389709?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715129.post-8566945521181289140</id><published>2008-11-14T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:23:49.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is panic? Panic is looking at past year's questions 3 days away from the exam and not knowing how to do a single freaking one.... WTF!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8566945521181289140?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/8566945521181289140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=8566945521181289140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8566945521181289140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8566945521181289140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-panick-panick-is-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-2258956089705809871</id><published>2008-11-14T05:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:26:50.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG... I so love Class 95.. belting out hits after hits of my fav songs!! back to the mean Accs =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-2258956089705809871?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/2258956089705809871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=2258956089705809871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2258956089705809871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2258956089705809871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-8796969349543210314</id><published>2008-11-13T08:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:46.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the kind of morning that i so adore... the kind that you wake from the patter of rain on your window. The kind where you just want to stay under the sheets and stare out into the gray sky and watch the raindrops fall upon the earth. The kind where you'll just want to stay in bed with a good read which unfortunately for me now, the title of that good read would be Singapore Biz Law.. then again i'd be losing consciousness real soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, making a radio shoutout's soo cool! Shall try it agn sometime in the future when ppl are awake=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway someone extremely dear to me shared this thought it might encourage others too so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that an eagle knows when a storm is approaching long before it breaks? The eagle will fly to some high spot and wait for the winds to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the storm hits, it sets its wings so that the wind will pick it up and lift it above the storm. While the storm rages below, the eagle is soaring above it. The eagle does not escape the storm. It simply uses the storm to lift it higher.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the storms of life come upon us - and all of us will experience them - we can rise above them by setting our minds and our belief toward God. The storms do not have to overcome us. We can allow God's power to lift us above them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God enables us to ride the winds of the storm that bring sickness, tragedy, failure and disappointment in our lives. We can soar above the storm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it is not the burdens of life that weigh us down, it is how we handle them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves the enlightener=) XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. shall stop being so lian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8796969349543210314?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/8796969349543210314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=8796969349543210314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8796969349543210314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8796969349543210314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-kind-of-morning-that-i-so-adore.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-9054512447850636177</id><published>2008-11-12T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:51:33.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 2am soon... All the best to everyone for their exams tml. God bless! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-9054512447850636177?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/9054512447850636177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=9054512447850636177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/9054512447850636177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/9054512447850636177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-2am-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-2247978919135127380</id><published>2008-11-11T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:45:59.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At ADM studying with Kass and Sann now... not a bad place to study i must say.. too bad no coffee and stuff.. hee.. &lt;br /&gt;My lappie's back and functioning! Yayness... too bad my earphones are semi spoilt now =(.. left side not functioning. Damn.. one thing spoilt after another.. boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... back to ERDs and whatnots.. grr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-2247978919135127380?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/2247978919135127380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=2247978919135127380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2247978919135127380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/2247978919135127380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-adm-studying-with-kass-and-sann-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-9051815373419129521</id><published>2008-11-09T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:23:07.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the airport studying once more.. definately more productive than last night..its pouring out now.. such lovely weather.. Well, guess which place of the airport I'm at? I'll give you a few hints! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantalising Caffine Concoctions&lt;br /&gt;Trusty Choice Companion&lt;br /&gt;Tie Coat Casual&lt;br /&gt;Total Complete Contentment&lt;br /&gt;Trademark Classic Coffee&lt;br /&gt;The Cuppas Cuppa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessed it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. went to see MSG Tan today. Turns out he's stricken with stage 4 lymphocima. But the good thing is that he appeared to be in good spirits, save the markings on his skin. Lord, tho he has not accepted Christ yet, I'd like to pray for this precious brother of mine. He has a 2 kids who are still schooling, and many more years to spend with them. Lord, I commit his afflictions into your hands and may Your will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original thought when i was going there today was that if it was lung cancer, I'd stop myself, but its not. However, just finished my last stick and as i returned to my sit, I overheard the convo of 2 ladies behind me. They were talking abt someone quitting for some reason. I tink mayb I shud too for certain reasons. Cold turkey is soooo gonna suck... esp during the exam period. But if not now.. then when? Zhao, if i'm successful, paiseh.. next time you'd be alone. Time to quit too.. stop killing joyce! lol.. dun let her become a widow aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.. listening to a playlist from Imeem now. Not bad for concentration if u like classical music. Those that need music to study, probably you can try this : http://www.imeem.com/people/lmMzEI/playlist/GXFjM8Wz/studying_jams_music_playlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. ok.. shall word challenge for a few rounds and then its back to the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya all! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-9051815373419129521?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/9051815373419129521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=9051815373419129521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/9051815373419129521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/9051815373419129521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-airport-studying-once-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-6009097419998310183</id><published>2008-11-08T05:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T05:24:27.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came to the airport to study... nothing achieved=(... dammit... i tink i'm burning out... dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, my lappie died too... =(... rawr... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope tml can be more productive. Will be heading to MSG Tan's house to pay him a visit tho... poor guy... got cancer.. hai... should I go cold turkey? Not for anyone else, but myself. Probably I'll know by tml. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many worries on my mind now. Just waiting to catch the first bus home for some shut eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for the biz law. Now carry me through my exams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-6009097419998310183?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/6009097419998310183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=6009097419998310183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6009097419998310183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/6009097419998310183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/11/came-to-airport-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6715129.post-8668728532576167084</id><published>2008-11-04T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:41:30.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Carry me pls... I'm tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715129-8668728532576167084?l=d3smond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/feeds/8668728532576167084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715129&amp;postID=8668728532576167084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8668728532576167084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715129/posts/default/8668728532576167084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3smond.blogspot.com/2008/11/carry-me-pls.html' title=''/><author><name>Desmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15494381255674733230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
