<?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-20703039</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:42:22.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the essence of my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-5784012587287931665</id><published>2008-08-08T09:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:08:59.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just some random note. But hey, i think it is quite true yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&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;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&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;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&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;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&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;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-5784012587287931665?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5784012587287931665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=5784012587287931665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/5784012587287931665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/5784012587287931665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-some-random-note.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-2879268119408877819</id><published>2008-07-01T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:40:22.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so pek chek now, even though idk if i should. All these planning and choices they made are rather stupid in my opinion, and could have been better, but once again, i dont have a choice in it. I'll just do my part, nothing beyond that. Good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-2879268119408877819?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2879268119408877819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=2879268119408877819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/2879268119408877819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/2879268119408877819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-feeling-so-pek-chek-now-even-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-6717421514684536133</id><published>2008-06-29T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:05:59.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how do you measure creditability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i bought a mini fridge for my room! now i can put my choco bars, drinks, snacks, anything and everything! you name it, i'll put it. =) with this mini cooler around, i can now watch tv in my room, drink in my room, play in my room and sleep in my room! it sound illogical, but it works for me! i'm so happy. hahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) projects deadline are nearing and i have done none. =( i hate projects. why must Accountancy have projects?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)i'm a trainer for Stagewerkz this year. Quite happy and exciting to be one as this is going to be my first and perhaps my last time as well. So i'll make sure i'll be a good trainer =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) my vocal exam from 海蝶 is two weeks from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Taolian is a nice girl. She is fun to be with but she often gives me that pissed off look. Perhaps that's why she is single now. Overall words can't describe her because it just cant. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-6717421514684536133?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6717421514684536133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=6717421514684536133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/6717421514684536133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/6717421514684536133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-do-you-measure-creditability.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-809319059930259621</id><published>2008-05-12T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:49:49.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>next time if your friend is sick, DON'T laugh at him/her, cause you will suffer bad karma for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sersiously, and i am suffering it now, flu and cough for 4 bloody days, and i have to be in school today for WISP presentation. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stay at home to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-809319059930259621?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/809319059930259621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=809319059930259621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/809319059930259621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/809319059930259621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/next-time-if-your-friend-is-sick-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-7630590749043188055</id><published>2008-04-26T21:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:57:48.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally get to go out with miss teo for the first time since school started. yea, and this time we decided to end our sushi craving at our all time favourite, sushi-tei! words can't explain this. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMyx7YLY9I/AAAAAAAAABI/HMvBaGbO6xU/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193550628622394322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMyx7YLY9I/AAAAAAAAABI/HMvBaGbO6xU/s320/DSC00022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMyybYLY-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/T-kaWg7X56A/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193550637212328930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMyybYLY-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/T-kaWg7X56A/s320/DSC00025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMyy7YLY_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ayXv6McgUZg/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193550645802263538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMyy7YLY_I/AAAAAAAAABY/ayXv6McgUZg/s320/DSC00026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMyzLYLZAI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZDhX-YXa6bs/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193550650097230850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMyzLYLZAI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZDhX-YXa6bs/s320/DSC00028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMyzrYLZBI/AAAAAAAAABo/bcs7xycjPJM/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193550658687165458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMyzrYLZBI/AAAAAAAAABo/bcs7xycjPJM/s320/DSC00029.JPG" width="320" height="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMzfbYLZDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q1KrGGvEVvg/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193551410306442290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMzfbYLZDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q1KrGGvEVvg/s320/DSC00031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMze7YLZCI/AAAAAAAAABw/DMaUO3BLkR0/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193551401716507682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMze7YLZCI/AAAAAAAAABw/DMaUO3BLkR0/s320/DSC00030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is called golden roll sushi. which consist of king prawn meat and with a layer of mango on top on it. IT IS BLOODY GOD-HELL NICE! you people should try it! nono MUST try! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually i have no mood to blog now cause manutd just lost to shitbits chelsea. =( pray that manutd will be able to retain the title. once again, it is not a handball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-7630590749043188055?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7630590749043188055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=7630590749043188055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/7630590749043188055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/7630590749043188055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-get-to-go-out-with-miss-teo-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/SBMyx7YLY9I/AAAAAAAAABI/HMvBaGbO6xU/s72-c/DSC00022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-6976951135447108824</id><published>2008-03-19T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T02:01:47.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the time now is 2am, and i'll be leaving for hongkong in another 6hrs and 30 mins time. Good luck to me and i'll miss you guys! here i go then! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-6976951135447108824?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6976951135447108824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=6976951135447108824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/6976951135447108824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/6976951135447108824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-now-is-2am-and-ill-be-leaving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-3679126088150535309</id><published>2008-03-16T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T12:04:12.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hongkong trip in 3 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-3679126088150535309?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3679126088150535309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=3679126088150535309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/3679126088150535309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/3679126088150535309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/hongkong-trip-in-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-6195153033550156661</id><published>2008-03-05T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:52:04.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R86-lGs2ebI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XhOWHqckODA/s1600-h/DSC01291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174282566558448050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R86-lGs2ebI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XhOWHqckODA/s320/DSC01291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! THIS IS THE FAT AND CUTE ME WHEN I WAS 8!&lt;br /&gt;DONT LAUGH AT ME OKAY! I HAD A HAPPY CHILDHOOD!&lt;br /&gt;TT TIME I CAN EAT 20 NUGGETS MYSELF! HOHO! YES ! TWENTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R86_r2s2ecI/AAAAAAAAABA/sGoDenGmcGM/s1600-h/20070109(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174283782034192834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R86_r2s2ecI/AAAAAAAAABA/sGoDenGmcGM/s320/20070109(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE THE DIFFERENCE! HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i dont look anywhere similar to myself when i was young, and my mum still say i was cuter last time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how i will look when i reach 50 or even 60, i dont want to imagine, i will cut or dye my hair to brown or black or even shave my head bald if i suffer from any white hair or hair loss, or visit beijing 101/ yunan/ whatever it takes to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will go for facial everyday so that people out there will think that i am my son's or daughter's elder brother and excercise daily till i am as agile as monkey. i want to look as if i am 20 every year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE YOU ALL SHOULD LEARN FROM ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i will need money, which is what i need badly now, the hk trip is sucking me dryyyyy&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-6195153033550156661?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6195153033550156661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=6195153033550156661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/6195153033550156661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/6195153033550156661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/haha-this-is-fat-and-cute-me-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R86-lGs2ebI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XhOWHqckODA/s72-c/DSC01291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-2525007309262074664</id><published>2008-03-04T13:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:26:31.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this holiday is getting too short! and results in around a week's time? boo!&lt;br /&gt;and i have not been hanging out with my friends since the holidays started, so i better have lots of it before my trip to hk and after that i will be a year 3 student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really ought to hang out with these people more, life's a better place with them around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) sxd&lt;br /&gt;2) zhonghua bball&lt;br /&gt;3) poly mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder what and how of a person will i become in the future. i'm easily affected or changed by my surrounding, but i am really glad that i have a bunch of friends out there giving me constant reminders to stay true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i'm also worried about my future, and being a guy, it is always tougher, if not i will be wishing for a rich tai tai lifestyle. now i just have to see what awaits me, everything is there set up properly, just have to perfect it, but it's always hard. i want to achieve something big when i get older, and yes i will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i shall post a picture which i found when cleaning my disk space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R8zszgHhFgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/df6jLvTCi5c/s1600-h/cny+2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173770441480803842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R8zszgHhFgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/df6jLvTCi5c/s320/cny+2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my class photo, the guy in brown in the first row looking a bit gayish is my form teacher, mr thomas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-2525007309262074664?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2525007309262074664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=2525007309262074664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/2525007309262074664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/2525007309262074664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-holiday-is-getting-too-short-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R8zszgHhFgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/df6jLvTCi5c/s72-c/cny+2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-251051595690055614</id><published>2008-02-27T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:43:20.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) work was okay, at least it helps me kill time.&lt;br /&gt;2) girlfriend going to have her driving test soon.&lt;br /&gt;3) i am jogging&lt;br /&gt;4) i am happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hk trip is drawing near!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19march!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-251051595690055614?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/251051595690055614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=251051595690055614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/251051595690055614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/251051595690055614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/1-work-was-okay-at-least-it-helps-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-1068531267572801781</id><published>2008-02-25T02:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T04:04:30.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been thinking quite a lot recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back my 2 years in np, nothing much has been achieved, but i do get to know quite a few peeps in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, knowing a lot of people = a lot of friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure about that, differnet people have different definition of the word 'friends'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, there is a common fact for all, that is no matter how big or small your social circle is, a few within are your true friends. i've been quite close to some of my friends before, but they changed, way too much, up to an extent when they are able to make use of you, make you feel honoured in a way or another, so much so just to achieve his personal goals, and after that the bond isnt there anyway. that's why you wonder, is personal gain that impt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, within the pool you will still find true friends. to me these are people who will go through thick and thin together. together means suffer hardship, enjoy the fun and no matter what, we will still keep in contact 32542345324 years down the road. unlike those who will only say, ' no matter what happen, we know in our heart that we are the best of friends.. ada ada ada' and 'you are my brother' but in fact they dont treat you as one. deep in our heart we know that these are JUST friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you share the same sentiments, it's not i am great of what, it's just simply part and parcel of life. you are given a choice to choose, so choose wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, caught ah long pte ltd with miss teo just now. not bad, but not really worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;and this holiday am going to set a target for myself, i WILL go jogging every alternate days and burn my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tummy away. hahahaha well i am still not that fat alright!&lt;br /&gt;work people! earn more and spend less&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-1068531267572801781?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1068531267572801781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=1068531267572801781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/1068531267572801781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/1068531267572801781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/been-thinking-quite-lot-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-1224968608561673688</id><published>2008-02-24T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:58:51.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog is hereby revived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over,&lt;br /&gt;2nd year of poly is ending,&lt;br /&gt;hk trip is approaching,&lt;br /&gt;my wallet is burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to hk from 19th to 26th march. peeps dont miss me. =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-1224968608561673688?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1224968608561673688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=1224968608561673688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/1224968608561673688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/1224968608561673688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-blog-is-hereby-revived.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-6636562001134656711</id><published>2007-10-16T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:19:35.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey you mr.chuhao wannabe.  stop being a nice guy infront of others, it's so disgusting. stop all your kind acts and trying to act as id you're like me. disgusting. i still treat you as a good friend though, tt's already very kind of me. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-6636562001134656711?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6636562001134656711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=6636562001134656711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/6636562001134656711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/6636562001134656711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-you-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-7280987751596646185</id><published>2007-08-16T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:49:25.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/RsRyBFwkqsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vKVAI6uWz84/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/RsRyBFwkqsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vKVAI6uWz84/s400/DSC01085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAHA! CUTE RIGHT!?&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-7280987751596646185?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7280987751596646185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=7280987751596646185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/7280987751596646185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/7280987751596646185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/haha-cute-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/RsRyBFwkqsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vKVAI6uWz84/s72-c/DSC01085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-4359126982962780352</id><published>2007-08-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:35:36.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my girlfriend. i tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) she laughs out loud out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;2) she laughs out loud out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;3) she laughs out loud out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;4) she laughs out loud out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;5) she laughs out loud out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;6) she laughs out loud out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar, she is quite cute too. i'll show you why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-4359126982962780352?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4359126982962780352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=4359126982962780352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/4359126982962780352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/4359126982962780352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-my-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-525404896965412886</id><published>2007-08-09T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T10:42:21.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school has officially ended on tuesday, after knowing both my FIT ans BlAW project results. B+ and A ! quite happy for my group! well done!&lt;br /&gt;now it is time for studying, and i have made the first little step by aksing for notes to photocopy, well done chuhao!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday Singapore! PEOPLE PLEASE WATCH THE LIVE PERFORMANCE OF NDP! YOU MAY BE ABLE TO SEE ME LIVE TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wlifred : you owe me chilli too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-525404896965412886?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/525404896965412886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=525404896965412886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/525404896965412886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/525404896965412886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-has-officially-ended-on-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-8575653022157308555</id><published>2007-08-05T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:17:15.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boring day at home because of some irresponsible ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking hate those ppl who think that having a boyfriend/girlfriend means no time for friends to hang out. yea, Fucking hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are, what is so difficult about opening your damn big fat mouth to ask instead of passing such a brainless comment? you can put it to a better use than telling others how emo you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asking in msn conversation or putting in msn nick is such a lousy excuse to use. nice try, do send me a email or write me a letter next time. i will reply as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted my whole day. first entry which i swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-8575653022157308555?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8575653022157308555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=8575653022157308555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/8575653022157308555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/8575653022157308555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/boring-day-at-home-because-of-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-8301709314716157412</id><published>2007-08-04T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:38:18.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from my sisterS birthday bbq cum party. 4th sis' 21st and my twin sis' 27th birthday, so everything was so grand. ohhh..for those who are confused, i have 4 sisters =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired. gf took photos with my family and trashed us at daidee. haha&lt;br /&gt;i'm physically tired, after carrying 100 packets of sausages, 100 sticks of satays, 50 cans of drinks and the bbq stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pool-ed with fred as well, we made a wager of whoever loses will eat chilli. but in the end he paid for my share as well. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnzzzzzzz, sleeeeepppsss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-8301709314716157412?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8301709314716157412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=8301709314716157412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/8301709314716157412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/8301709314716157412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-came-back-from-my-sisters-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-878596234816048464</id><published>2007-08-03T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T01:18:37.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY YOU! Yes, i'm back! Oh gosh, i almost forget my username and password to blogger.com! luckily i am still able to log back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder if blogging is really necessary, it is so hard for me to pen down my thoughts with a computer. I prefer a diary, but again i am lazy to write. SO we are back to square one, ha, but who knows? i do own a diary once. =) I do have lots to say everyday, just that i have to overcome the lazy self, and sometimes just dont know where to start from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so many things have happened, with the most stressful yet enjoyable and impactful Stagewerkz 2007 by BA_Comm. This year it aint just any ordinary 4 days singing event, it was really more than that. WE held a concert during the last day to our friends, families and even schools of performing arts! amazing eh? Totally COOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i realise how hard it is to organise and manage an event. It isnt easy at all. Just the simple lights and sounds, though it doesnt seem significant during the exact thing, really needs alot alot alot of attention, exact timing to each segment and music to play, phew. IF the whole show runs successfully and no one were to pay attention to these, it means a great success to us =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt alot this time, first time being the events 'coordinator', of course with the help of the seniors, i was able t0 survive through it, if not i will be shred into pieces and resting in peace now. Good job to ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt end here, here comes the exams. enough said. i WILL study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been observing people around me nowadays. Some of them have changed, in terms of their attitude and interests, i guess they have different goals now. Whereas myself and some of them are not really as close as before, but we will still have fun together, that is if we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, people do change everyday, for the better or worse. All i know i hope i wont be affecting people around me, if not i will feel guilty and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s i do have tons of photos to upload, but the computer idiot me dont know how and doesnt want to know how too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-878596234816048464?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/878596234816048464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=878596234816048464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/878596234816048464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/878596234816048464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-you-yes-im-back-oh-gosh-i-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-899979703786881735</id><published>2007-05-31T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:46:44.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ten Reasons Why I Love My Girl :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) She is always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;2) She suffers instead of me.&lt;br /&gt;3) She understands me from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;4) She always thinks for me first then herself.&lt;br /&gt;5) She doesnt care how others think of me.&lt;br /&gt;6) She is my personal nurse when i am sick.&lt;br /&gt;7) She accepts for who i am.&lt;br /&gt;8) She misses me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;9) She loves me more everyday.&lt;br /&gt;10) She is afraid to lose me. ( me too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what more can i still ask of her? I'm really glad that i met her. I love love love love love love love love her so much and till now i cant even think of 3 reasons why she should loves me too. what a bad bf i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just know that we will be together forever. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-899979703786881735?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/899979703786881735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=899979703786881735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/899979703786881735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/899979703786881735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/ten-reasons-why-i-love-my-girl-1-she-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-4126478610055221206</id><published>2007-05-28T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:34:06.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I BOUGHT UNIQUELY SINGAPORE VERSION OF MONOPOLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FUN !! DAMN FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i know this is kinda random, but this deprived-childhood boy thinks it's time to own one himself! many many thanks to Carol for purchasing it for me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the box is so so so nice and i like it because it is so SINGAPORE! hahaah it's totally different from the usual one, especially the currency, gosh. played it with gf and carol. hohoho, i won gf, she had to mortgage. hahahahha. carol left halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooots, common tests are coming. i have to study. today was supposed to study tax, ended up playing. =( motivation pleaseeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl, good luck for your c.ts. lazy me will try to study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-4126478610055221206?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4126478610055221206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=4126478610055221206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/4126478610055221206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/4126478610055221206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-bought-uniquely-singapore-version-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-881619770296117096</id><published>2007-04-12T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T12:25:13.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i do know that i have to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot has happened since my last entry but i dont have the time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;so let me just slowly remember and place them in chorological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams results are good. i've done better than my own expectations. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy with RD of both primers and ba_comm, though have been more invovled with the latter, i terribly sorry to those in primers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending precious time with my silly girlfriend. she's on attachment, that's why every moment spent with her is precious =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meetings, meetings and more meetings. i'm invovled in this year's NDP. going to be taken place at the new water platform beside Esplanade. can't wait to land my first step on it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bAoc'07. mascot for Fiery Pompeii. enjoyable and fun. our name speaks it all. =))&lt;br /&gt;we're scorching hot. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my knee is still loose/weak/useless etc etc. cant really enjoy how i used to play basketball; let alone sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really looking forward to school's reopening. i want to meet my new class and classmates. it has always been a hard task to know new people. oh well, here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more months for me to be legal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-881619770296117096?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/881619770296117096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=881619770296117096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/881619770296117096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/881619770296117096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-i-do-know-that-i-have-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-117004355394750208</id><published>2007-01-29T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T12:05:53.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are just around the corner~ ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how stressful it is when you try to study? when you sit at your table with a whole stack of notes infront of you and you look at the edge of your table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will come to think of this,"exams are around the corner~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, besides that. valentine is being use to study for another paper on that very following day. greatttttt. oh well, i'm still single. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise for being so random in this post. exams fever is up~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ghost of final year 1 papers. gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-117004355394750208?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/117004355394750208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=117004355394750208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/117004355394750208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/117004355394750208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/exams-are-just-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-116961053972220705</id><published>2007-01-24T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T11:56:21.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As i walked pass my kindergarden yesterday afternoon, there was this surge of feeling tt i cant explain.i slowly walked across the puddle of rainwater, i could recall over a decade ago, my mum use to walk me to that kindergarden near my primary and secondary school. (you can actually imagine that i walked to school for 10 years.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was rainning, all the kids from my class will wear their little blue or red boots to school, which looked so cute to me back then. i always wanted one, but i had to be stuck in slippers everytime it rains. but today, on the same stretch of flooded road i was wearing my nike dunk. at that moment i really want to wear my slippers and walk in the rain, just to experience how was it back then when i was still 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i saw this man using the public phone. that scene infront of my eyes brought me back to the past again, when i was crazy about collecting phonecards that had all the dinosaurs and what have you not on it.the thoughts of it make me miss childhood so much, the times when i get to spend with the whole family at the beach, always falling down while learning to ride the bicycle with my sister -.-, having mum with me to the mama shop at the block just behind our old house, just to get junk food. but mummy always say this to me. "no money, no talk" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these memories, they are going to live with me till i grow old. and they really make me miss my youth. i regretted not making full use of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-116961053972220705?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116961053972220705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=116961053972220705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/116961053972220705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/116961053972220705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-i-walked-pass-my-kindergarden.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-116944759805036801</id><published>2007-01-22T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:33:18.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last week was a bad week to pass. even the supposedly exciting and fun open house turned out to be the most depressing moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just at the blink of an eye and we are into the third week of January. time really flies, doesnt it? especially when we are having fun. however, i still find it too slow, perhaps i wasnt enjoying school life since the new term started? or simply i wasnt having fun? time just past and i just keep counting everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread for the lessons to end earlier, yearn for the moments that i can play. it really brings me back to my secondary school days when we will skip the extra lessons after school and spend the whole afternoon sweating in the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, we all have to grow up one day. so let me just fantasize for awhile more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm young, i hoped that i will grow older . now i wish for the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-116944759805036801?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116944759805036801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=116944759805036801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/116944759805036801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/116944759805036801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-week-was-bad-week-to-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-116931183831668156</id><published>2007-01-21T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:50:38.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something fresh, something new. finally i am back~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always say that, it feels good when you can finally get stuff off your chest. i guess it is not entirely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, perhaps i got things off my chest, but in the process, it felt like a dagger stabbing right through my heart again and again. it was painful and it made me tear. i just felt like i'm totally lost in you. sometimes people may appear to be non-chalant, trying hard to run away from problems they dont want to face, but their efforts are somehow in vain. deep in their heart. or rather mine, it's always that matter that they matter the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 is here and still it's as if i'm in 2006. simply because the problems are still left unsolved. it's so hard to maintain a positive outlook. that's my only resolution for this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-116931183831668156?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116931183831668156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=116931183831668156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/116931183831668156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/116931183831668156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-fresh-something-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-116887542496455275</id><published>2007-01-15T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:40:17.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and the memories from the past filled my mind when i look at all my jerseys.&lt;br /&gt;i had played every match as if it's my last.&lt;br /&gt;but who knows it already had became my last match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind wants to play, but my body is my barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just a blow too big for me to take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-116887542496455275?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116887542496455275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=116887542496455275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/116887542496455275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/116887542496455275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-memories-from-past-filled-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-116416876276748192</id><published>2006-11-22T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:12:42.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;bUsy~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess that explains about my absence here. still, i have to apologise to my readers, if there is any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this semester really sucks, everything is all about projects. however i was lucky not to start my poly life with what i am taking now, it would have been hard to cope. guess i have to accept it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while doing all these hard work, i still enjoyed it as anyone would. BA_Comm, Red Camp, Stagewerkz. i enjoyed all the rehearsals, the laughters, the dinners and of course, with the people. BA_Comm is really a big family to me, it have been a great fun with them. i really regret missing the comm camp and others if there is. well, i am happy with what i have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, despite not having classes with TA04 that much, i hope there would be any gap with them. i got to make new friends with my new classes, =) i also get to hitch rides from karen quah. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to work harder this semester, a promise to myself. i will work harder to my goals. so people, encourage me! =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-116416876276748192?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116416876276748192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=116416876276748192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/116416876276748192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/116416876276748192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/busy-guess-that-explains-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-116251771401575476</id><published>2006-11-03T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:35:14.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;boredom allows one to indulge in deep thoughts, agree?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Nov marks a new entry. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-116251771401575476?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116251771401575476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=116251771401575476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/116251771401575476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/116251771401575476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/boredom-allows-one-to-indulge-in-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115956477386954671</id><published>2006-09-30T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T05:20:35.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as promised, i'm here to update. it hasn't been quite a while, right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes quite fast, job's well and lately i've been invovled in Primers and BA_Comm stuffs. SGB, Concert and Comm Camp, lots of planning to do =.=&lt;br /&gt;hope i enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunched with the BA_Comm members today or rather yesterday. Wasn't that bad afterall, at least i do get to know some fresh mates despite the fact that i missed their camp. They were nice people, so i enjoyed my time with them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking to myself, should i or should i not? i guess i should set my priorities right. you know. something like buying a psp for only $288!!!! lol hey! this is like damn cheap la!&lt;br /&gt;above all, it can be played on ANY PIRATED games =) but on the other hand, there goes part of my pay. Oh well, who cares, pay is meant to be spent and pamper oneself. i will save the rest i swear =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing is, i can't slp! seriously i can't. =( this old problem is hindering me again. can someone pls teach me how to slp well huh? i need my sleeepppp badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115956477386954671?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115956477386954671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115956477386954671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115956477386954671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115956477386954671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-promised-im-here-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115919229059744132</id><published>2006-09-25T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:51:30.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Me, the first Chinese Singapore Idol wannabe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! Hady won! the second singapore idol , and also the second malay to be it. No doubt malays can sing better, but still there are some fantastic chinese singers around too. like ME! muahhahhahahahhahahahaha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if race is the key factor to the results. i must emphasize that this ain't a racist comment, just mere curious about it. likewise, i support Hady more =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age is just the barrier to my target now. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, HAIL ME! i gonna start the new trend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115919229059744132?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115919229059744132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115919229059744132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115919229059744132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115919229059744132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-first-chinese-singapore-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115911807622284099</id><published>2006-09-25T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T01:16:24.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, finally i have found some time to post a new entry. actually i have plenty of it, just plain lazy to do so. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the past few days wasn't that hard to survive, i took leave for the whole week and went to the chalet by the legendary zys gang, also of the fact that my CATS group has had to prepare for the 'great' interview by some committee regarding our project, the Car Park Car Locator; CPCL 1.1. it was not that great too, just a mere 10-15 mins or so. just have to hope that our project will get chosen into the top 10 finalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent saturday out to sentosa with honchan and the rest. it has been so long since i ever get to suntan a little. i know i am tanned enough, but recently i just missed the sun soooo muchhh, and given that i cannot excerise much, i am putting on much weight too. Damn =( but on a lighter note, i can actually run! yes i did! not as fast as i wanted to, but at least i ran without twisting my knee tt much, of course with some 'click-clang' noise. i hope this is a good sign to my route to full recovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so today is a rest day for me. i spent every second at home without stepping out of my house. but still, i made it meaningful by bathing my puppies and packing cum cleaning my room. ai seh eh? i always knew i am this wonderful and fillial son of my mother. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, it is sad to know that RP already started school and SP students actually have a month of holidays and so today ( Monday ) marks the first schooling day for them! given the fact that i ( Ngee Ann Poly ) have 3 more weeks of holidays, i have start to plan it purposefully! muahahaahah Hail Us! on the other hand, i rather start school then still having holidays now. this break really is too long for me and also i miss my classmates and friends from poly. i hardly go out with them due to work and also some of them hardly can have the time out togehter.&lt;br /&gt;and also with our school system of changing class during the second year, i should start to cherish them more during the next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new time table is rather sucky too, i have two days ending at 5pm, and i so wanted to skip the lessons for that but i have promised to work hard during this semester and so i ain't going to skip any tutorial/lectures/make-up or whatsoever when school reopens. time to put my thinking hat ! PEOPLE PLS 'WOW' =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, i have somehow forgotten to slp early already. 3-4am is now the official time that i will sleep. Acne problems is adding up, someone pls help me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i yearn for the new semester, a brand new stepping stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, later at 8pm is the Results show for the sg idol grand finals. i felt Hady did not perform that well though, but i still hope he wins! Jon din appeal to me that much. lol so people pls vote for Hady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care People!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115911807622284099?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115911807622284099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115911807622284099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115911807622284099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115911807622284099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-finally-i-have-found-some-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115789364426736447</id><published>2006-09-10T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:07:24.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so lazyyyy to update, only till someone keep urging me to do so, if not i guess the next entry will come during the next leap year. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la, at least by updating it, you guys will stop ' aye, still the same ' right? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is tiring, really tiring. i did not realise that retailers can be THAT tiring. I must really pity those retailers next time if i ever go shopping. hahas, i know i am understanding. =))&lt;br /&gt;i feel like quitting, not because it is tiring, but my working schedule is always not stable. It seems like i must stay at home and be called and then prepare to work, so spastic. -.-&lt;br /&gt;if this is how they treat a part-timer, i guess i will quit sooner or later. I'm not short of money anyway. i am just sick of staying at home doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work aside. usually i will read blog of my friends and somehow some of their entries are linked. i already said, somehow, and usually it is always because of love and that someone. all i have to say is, ' if you think things can be that simple, you will not end up in this state already ' this is not supposed to pinpoint anyone, i mean things usually do turn out this way right? it do not always happen in the way you wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my whole point is. what is over, let it be over. =) live on with your life. you dun live your life for others. it's for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel great =)  crush lamb another rock!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115789364426736447?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115789364426736447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115789364426736447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115789364426736447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115789364426736447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-lazyyyy-to-update-only-till.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115734848259975258</id><published>2006-09-04T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:41:22.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought emo-ing and posting entries with sadness should now all be placed aside. I ain't that pathetic afterall, i do have some happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got a job in Esprit, the outlet near Cine. It was fun workin there, they give me free malay lessons to make me look more like a malay, but i hate it when i have to stand whole day, no where to sit, wished that i could just be that one and only stocks boy, since i am already the only male there, except for ming, he is in lvl 1. my level has more pretties. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only time shd allow, we could have reverse the effects of some things we regretted not doing.&lt;br /&gt;argh, enough of it. i said no more emo-ing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115734848259975258?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115734848259975258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115734848259975258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115734848259975258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115734848259975258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-thought-emo-ing-and-posting-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115721282286761241</id><published>2006-09-02T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:00:22.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>only after 3 years then i realised all the pain you have gone through. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115721282286761241?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115721282286761241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115721282286761241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115721282286761241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115721282286761241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/only-after-3-years-then-i-realised-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115702832915337714</id><published>2006-08-31T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:45:29.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i somehow chanced upon your blog and read stuffs that perhaps i should not have known.&lt;br /&gt;i just cannot express how i feel now; too unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just dun bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115702832915337714?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115702832915337714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115702832915337714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115702832915337714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115702832915337714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-somehow-chanced-upon-your-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115656730006374985</id><published>2006-08-26T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:43:52.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know this is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/111/11167/640/DSC00642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/111/11167/320/DSC00642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a random pic of me in the toilet. LOL  &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115656730006374985?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115656730006374985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115656730006374985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115656730006374985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115656730006374985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-know-this-is-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115656669910693280</id><published>2006-08-26T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:32:00.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wootS! exams are over. still, screw bstats, i gave 25 marks for free when i missed on the formulae, and the formula sheet was provided. damn =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,it's over. now i shall concentrate on getting my knee well and for Esprit to call me. 7 weeks of freedom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115656669910693280?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115656669910693280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115656669910693280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115656669910693280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115656669910693280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/woots-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115564574040759772</id><published>2006-08-15T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:30:34.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg, and i thought he was joking, doctor wee said that i damaged my knee ligaments and meniscus. now i have to undergo 1 month of physiotherapy. zZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must this be happening to me. fcuk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115564574040759772?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115564574040759772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115564574040759772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115564574040759772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115564574040759772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg-and-i-thought-he-was-joking-doctor.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115539480079991153</id><published>2006-08-12T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:00:00.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meaningless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is there to post about when my life is all about staying at home and rest?&lt;br /&gt;it's getting better but still not yet fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to get worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Jason please do not go and catch the fireworks alone today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115539480079991153?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115539480079991153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115539480079991153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115539480079991153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115539480079991153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/meaningless-what-is-there-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115515015325946278</id><published>2006-08-10T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T03:04:57.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caught the fireworks with the usual gang. well, could say we somehow missed it too, we could only see part of the fireworks, but i saw the heart shaped one, how i wished i can give tt to you. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder what's the use of catching fireworks without your loved ones, besides enjoying it, it's supposed to be a moment of romance yet it turned out to be a lonely night for some. ironic eh? perhaps some may take it as a chance to meet up, some may just want to see the awesome display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe next time i should bring jason with me to catch the fireworks, he might feel better, what's the point of catching it alone? i mean i can have someone to accompany me after the display. hahas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115515015325946278?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115515015325946278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115515015325946278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115515015325946278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115515015325946278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/caught-fireworks-with-usual-gang.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115496882168209529</id><published>2006-08-08T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T02:51:20.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One day I wrote your name upon the sand, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but came the waves and washed it away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again I wrote it,&lt;/em&gt; yet &lt;em&gt;the waves made my pain his prey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were just there, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet you seem so far away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have so many words to tell you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet without the courage to do so,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or was it useless,&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;either way it's all the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help how I feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope this is true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to fall into the same pit again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the night's just too lonely for me to spend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will you ever be there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115496882168209529?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115496882168209529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115496882168209529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115496882168209529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115496882168209529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-day-i-wrote-your-name-upon-sand.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115462395987210136</id><published>2006-08-04T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:53:54.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;just for the sake of posting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least it won't seems so dead. The second round of Impromtu was not that difficult afterall, though i still feel extremely nervous before it, but my test got 23.5/40. great. that should help me to pull my overall grades down. it is ORAL Communciation, so there is no need to study, but i still get the lowest. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, perhaps, could be the last week for most of the modules. Then it will be the exams already. Time passes really fast, just a blink and i am already spending 4 months in NP. The enjoyable moments during the FOC seems to be just yesterday, also not forgetting the friends i have made from other classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, speaking about friends, i must say that i love my class A04 to bits. Seriously, it is hard to be in such a great class like this. Just the 15 of us, we have the spirit of 30. A small class, knowing each other for barely 4 months yet behaving like childhood mates. Amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing worth mentioning lare the types of tutors we are having, from those sucky ones like Samantha Choo to great teacher like Sonny Phua, it is always great to have different experiences with them. Yes, they are here to teach, but aside from class time, they become our friends. It is kinda sad that we won't be having them teaching us again, but we still can see them around in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Semester in NP really seems to be great for me, i hope the rest will be better. ONE thing for sure, if i have my way, i will not change my class. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115462395987210136?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115462395987210136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115462395987210136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115462395987210136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115462395987210136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-for-sake-of-posting-well-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115431303211502815</id><published>2006-07-31T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T10:30:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Boring INFA&lt;/strong&gt; ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, here i am sitting at blk 73 listening to the boring INFA tutorial, might as well spend the time meaningfully blogging. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realised that the exams for the Semester is due in 2 weeks time. yet i am still halfway hanging in each module. still, poly is about playing hard. so who cares, just pass and promote.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should now face up to reality and list my expected results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFA - C&lt;br /&gt;BSTATS- B&lt;br /&gt;OCOM - A&lt;br /&gt;CIP - A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite easy eh?&lt;br /&gt;hahas =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar, i have the honour to attend the re-test for INFA. people please pray for me that i will pass, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115431303211502815?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115431303211502815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115431303211502815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115431303211502815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115431303211502815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/07/boring-infa-yea-here-i-am-sitting-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115426849996562465</id><published>2006-07-30T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:08:19.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/111/11167/640/DSC00606.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/111/11167/320/DSC00606.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my swollen knee&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115426849996562465?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115426849996562465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115426849996562465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115426849996562465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115426849996562465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/07/thats-my-swollen-knee.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115426838749178328</id><published>2006-07-30T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:06:27.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;bye crutches~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i can officially bid goodbye to the crutches but i have to walk very slowly though. Still, it is very troublesome using the crutches and the quality is very, very lousy. Although it was from the school, the base or tip of the crutches are not rubber, yet steel, which means if i walk on slippery surfaces, chances are i will fall. That already defeats the purpose of having the crutches to aid me in WALKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, people if you ever have a sprain and factured joints, please go and see a sinseh and not go the westernised way. They will just prescribed you some pills to ease the swollen part and some painkiller. NO USE. Unlike the sinseh, they will patch the joint back to the original place and after that, you can walk properly again, with some pain of course. That's my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one thing good about visiting the western doctor is that they will encourage not to go to school and start to write a 14 days mc for you. hahas, so that you can slack at home 24/7 and do whatever you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my conclusion is, unless you want to be healed, see the western doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115426838749178328?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115426838749178328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115426838749178328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115426838749178328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115426838749178328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/07/bye-crutches-i-guess-i-can-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115418422959212549</id><published>2006-07-29T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:43:49.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/111/11167/640/DSC00605.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/111/11167/320/DSC00605.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn  =(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115418422959212549?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115418422959212549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115418422959212549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115418422959212549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115418422959212549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/07/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115410337124289048</id><published>2006-07-28T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:35:25.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life's full of ups and downs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, sometimes things will not go your way when you think it should. Sometimes you think you are so certain you can do it yet you cannot. When you feel you got it, it will be lost the next moment. It's bad, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced it myself. I got a B for my impromtu when i thought i could have gotten an A and i twisted my that pathetic knee for the forth time, ended up in crutches for 2 months when in the first place i thought it has recovered. So disheartening, still life have to go on. Perhaps Jolyn is right, sometimes we should not hold our expectations that high when we already did our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter side, we should also draw some time to think about the brighter side, realising that when you are feeling down, you will see that people who cares about you and keep telling you to take care when injured. It is heartwarming to know these people around you. Also, I should start treating them extra nicely too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random note, i am going for the scan at alexandra hospital instead. so people please visit me if i am hospitalised. hahas, here i go then. take care everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115410337124289048?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115410337124289048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115410337124289048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115410337124289048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115410337124289048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/07/lifes-full-of-ups-and-downs-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115392958069043269</id><published>2006-07-26T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:59:40.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;still fine for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so much things for me to do now, yet i am most worried about my knee. It seems fine, i can still walk properly and jump a little, still when a little more pressure is added, my knee always give way. I hate it, seriously i hate it, i still want to ball like there are no more tommorrow, i still want to run like i used too, i just want to live like the olden days. From the fact that i could not, i feel extremely, extremely down. Scan is on next friday, i will undergo the operation on the same day if the results are negative. That's it, from now till next friday, there will not be a need for me to mention about that knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea on what i should be blogging about. With all the spare time i have, i will be either slacking away or occupy myself with something to meddle with. I know it is boring, still i have to make a point out there that i am not going to abandon this blog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so ironic, everything when i feel the urge to blog, i am always stuck on what i am going to post, it's like having a mind of a thousand thoughts, yet not knowing which to start with. Needless to mention, all i think and feel now is my pathetic knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF there is a time for me to ponder, so often i would wonder, what went wrong in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i really should be cuddling myself under the blanket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115392958069043269?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115392958069043269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115392958069043269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115392958069043269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115392958069043269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-fine-for-me-there-are-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115350053503135469</id><published>2006-07-22T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:50:08.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just another typical day..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just came back from town from what would be my first CATS outing. Did nothing much, dinner and chill round, tt's all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tests week is coming up soon. To be exact, it's just next week and i am still half way here and there, i am suppose to get my facts in my head yet still i have no mood to study. motivation is what i need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i sprained my knee for the third time. Went to the clinic in the afternoon and the doctor just gave me some gel to apply and re-schedule my MRI scan to sometime in aug. he told me about some ligament strain. but i doubt so, i cannot even walk properly now. i guess he just want to make me feel better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway, while i am nursing my knee, this serves a great time for me to stay at home and sleep for all i want. after all my parents keep complaining about treating the home as a hotel. so i shall treat it as a real hotel from now! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;while the tests await me, i shall be more hardworking and not spend my time thinking about some unnecessary stuffs. i am not going to let it bother me any more. i still have my own life to live. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people do change, the only problem is whether they change for the better or not. don't you get it? i seriously do not think so. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115350053503135469?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115350053503135469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115350053503135469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115350053503135469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115350053503135469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-another-typical-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115315008085982982</id><published>2006-07-17T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:34:32.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow after reading some blogs that i chanced upon, i have this adrenaline rush to blog more. Feeling emo i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons? i am not sure. Perhaps i am feeling too bored or bothered by the thought of the presentation coming up tommorrow which makes me start to think back about some past incidents. Weird isn't it? and when i thought of those which i was utterly disappointed, i hoped for a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get sick at things around me now, everything seems so disorganised and difficult to handle. It all came too sudden, an impact too big for me to take it. How good it will be if i can just turn back the time and rearrange the events in my own will. Sadly to say, that will not ever happen. For all the mistakes that i have done, now it could only be a stepping stone to a new learning experience. But somehow i kept repeating the same old mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, maybe i should try to view things in a more optimistic angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe by dumping so much assignments to me all at one time, it is a wake-up call for me to be more organised, or perhaps knowing that my presentation is tommorrow, there is still time for me to prepare my final speech today. Nevertheless, i should realise the fact that i am now living in a nation so safe from disasters, different from those suffering in Indonesia now, and yet i feel life has no meaning at all. Damn, this should not be the way i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only, if only, if only. This could just be my answer for the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115315008085982982?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115315008085982982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115315008085982982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115315008085982982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115315008085982982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/07/emo-somehow-after-reading-some-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115310342914936944</id><published>2006-07-17T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:36:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Teamwork Makes Wonder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke. I only realised it when Winston and Weihao decided to come over to my place to complete our CIP project yesterday. Almost from stratches, we almost complete the mission possible in 8 hours, from 2pm to 10pm. Good job guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, i must really comment jolyn for doing majority of her CIP project by herself, i know it wasn't easy. Imagine workload of three guys yet completed by one soft-spoken girl. Marvellous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just submitted the proposal on 8.57am, 2 mintues from deadline. Hope it will be a successful one. A 'B' is all i asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there is something quite bothering me. Life is unpredictable ,i must say, and in this world there are always different type of people living. Sadly, there are always those who are hypocrites, being nicely said. If not, Backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it does not concern me at all, knowing my friend who was wrongly mistaken for a sin he never does, i think it is not fair to him at all. I hope this post will clear his name a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my point, i detest people who constantly goes round spreading rumours about someone and worst still, to the extent that the class have the wrong idea about the victim. I do not know why the person spreading the rumours enjoy doing it, perhaps for personal grudges or just his/her bad habit, but one thing for sure, he/she is ultra sensitive. Sensitive meanning always having thoughts that people around her must be praising her or always in their good books. That will thus lead to the greatest technique of all times, Acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting infront of people to earn sympathy, that is a despicable act. It may be a nice try, however the results are far more that one can think of if it backfires. So why can't one be natural and live on with his/her own life? Rather than having thoughts that everybody you know should be your 'best friends'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my point is, Life is more than just acting, you will gain admiration naturally if people really can click with you, if you can't, more acting will only make the matter worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading it and feel guilty, go get a life today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115310342914936944?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115310342914936944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115310342914936944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115310342914936944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115310342914936944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/07/teamwork-makes-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-115199623119007260</id><published>2006-07-04T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T14:57:11.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyo! so sorry for not posting. guess i'm back to blog but hahas, guess it will be a short one. i'm alone in school's atrium now, just finsihed doing the aimless project, and so i tot i shall update my poor blog instead of leaving it to rot, althought it already has. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite satisfied with my common test results, and another round will be coming up. kinda lazy to study for it. but hope i will not fail it terribly. think tt's all for now, the batt for my lappy is running low. and ppl, pls nudge me in msn and remind me to update. if not you guys will have to wait for another 2 months just to see a new post. keke =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takkaries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-115199623119007260?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115199623119007260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=115199623119007260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115199623119007260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/115199623119007260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/07/heyo-so-sorry-for-not-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-114610815741586358</id><published>2006-04-27T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:22:37.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok peeps i am back to blogging. i know i have been missing for some days but sorry la, i was too lazy to update.the lectures at Np have been nice so far. but i still haven met my class yet. the names in the Mel classlists seems positve for me. i hope so. =) okok&lt;br /&gt;i have met my purpose of updating now. if i have the time i shall update more. takkaries everyone !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-114610815741586358?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114610815741586358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=114610815741586358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114610815741586358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114610815741586358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-peeps-i-am-back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-114551345407111772</id><published>2006-04-20T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:10:54.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my orientation in NP just totally sucks, i just pity my GL for putting in so much efforts in making us to be more enthu and it turned out to be a total failure. first day just sucked, no one cheering and talking and a total bore. second day was worse, spending the whole day under the Sun and HA-HA, no fun. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;today was supposed to be the third day, but somehow i woke up late, so i din go.&lt;br /&gt;tmr is the last day, deciding whether i shd go too. dammit, i heard from my friends tt their orientation in their own polys were so nice and fun, yet mine turned out to be in this way. good way to start my life in poly =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-114551345407111772?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114551345407111772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=114551345407111772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114551345407111772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114551345407111772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-orientation-in-np-just-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-114524835976026268</id><published>2006-04-17T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:32:39.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmm, yesterday nth happened. went to work then meet JAm afterwards. lolz. she is now by my side. okie shall update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-114524835976026268?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114524835976026268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=114524835976026268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114524835976026268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114524835976026268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmmmm-yesterday-nth-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-114509176637268613</id><published>2006-04-15T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T17:02:46.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>keke. caught The Art of Seduction with Jam. the movie was damn hilarious, but somehow i can't rmb the quote of the movie, it beings like "Seduction is not a technique, it is a .... ' damn, i just can't rmb , think it shd be art. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, tt's all for now, later i shall update more, goin to expo for performance. takkaries everyone !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dAY! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-114509176637268613?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114509176637268613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=114509176637268613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114509176637268613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114509176637268613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/keke.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-114487264924868282</id><published>2006-04-13T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T04:10:49.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahahahas, i am now using my laptop to write this post. keke. finally received it , lots of configuration needs to be done though. hmmm i know i haven been updating for the last two days. so i shall write it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, yesterday basically stayed at home and waited for the damn Acer uncle to deliver my lappy. very clever of them i must say. they told mi that they will arrive from 3 -9 pm. so i quickly called my supervisor and swap my offday. and somehow the uncle really arrived at 9 . so &lt;a href="mailto:%^&amp;#%#@%&amp;amp;$"&gt;%^&amp;#%#@%&amp;amp;$&lt;/a&gt;@ la, wasted my whole day slcking at home. ahaa, but at least i can make up for my lost time in slping. =) then later at night went to pool fusion to have a game with jb and w-hsin. she din play though, ust sat there and talk to her friend for i dunno how long. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm then on monday i guess, went to catch the Inside Man with them again. wah i totally dun understand the movie lor, wondering how it got the Top Pick for the week honor. ok la, at least i can understand some, but really thinking back on it now, really i sense no link in it. lol. then after tt w-hsin went home first the jb and i went to pool-ed a while before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was boring la. work work work. after so much off-days, i almost forget the stuffs about my work. ahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, last sat went to LK to party, with quite a lot, drank and play lor. very very tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie tt's all for my account. at least i got update. so peeps pls drop a word when you all finish reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takkaries  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-114487264924868282?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114487264924868282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=114487264924868282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114487264924868282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114487264924868282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/wahahahas-i-am-now-using-my-laptop-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-114458782197012835</id><published>2006-04-09T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:05:03.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i can prove a point to weihsin tt i am not gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***You Are 100% Boyish and 0% Girlish***&lt;br /&gt;You have a tough exterior - and usually a tough interior to match it.You're no nonsense, logical, and very assertive.Sometimes you can't understand women at all, even if you're a woman yourself.You see things rationally, and don't like to let your emotions get the best of you.&lt;br /&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-114458782197012835?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114458782197012835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=114458782197012835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114458782197012835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114458782197012835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/now-i-can-prove-point-to-weihsin-tt-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-114434456746909393</id><published>2006-04-07T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T01:34:13.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghhh now the date is officially 7th of april and yet the Acer ppl haven call me yet to reconfirm my order. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet today is another boring day of work. and the flu has make it even worse.and worsestill, the job has been extended to 17th. zZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next four days after 17th will be my orientation for NP, dunno how will it be like. there are over 300 ppl in my course, now imagine the group having ice breaker, omg. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i need is one more chance to repent , but now it seeems to be no use of it anymore. gone were those days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-114434456746909393?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114434456746909393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=114434456746909393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114434456746909393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114434456746909393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/arghhh-now-date-is-officially-7th-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-114424628132364196</id><published>2006-04-05T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:12:48.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally i update my pathetic blog. you know, it is only once in a blue moon tt i will post smth new and since it is raining, i guess shd be the time ba. ahaa.&lt;br /&gt;ok la, i am a no lifer, everyday work and work and work, got to earn back to support myself during poly and also part of my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keke, yesh laptop! finally i can have one of my own. now i have two coms to use and no need to fight with my dad whenever he wants to cop it on sundays. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting quite tired of this CPF job already, though the pay is quite good, but i hate it when the ppl still cannot understand what i have been explaining to them times and times again and it is really very tiring. all i hope now is for 15th april to come and then i can enjoy myself again and then to the good old days of studying again. zZz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of my friends are in JCs and now i thought on how i almost ended up in one too. but nvm anyway, it is already over. might as well enjoy in poly instead, more fun anyway, JCs workload is like omg. ahaa, they have been suffering in there. LOL no offence =) btw, i am already wondering how will it like to be relishing my schoolday life in a poly. like i gonna get to know a new batch of friends in my school or block, class. hmmm, maybe it will be tedious, not about remembering their names or what, but hard to accept their personality. hope everything will be to my liking ba. it will be boring if my class is those studious one, i will be bored to death, but this is poly, shdn't it be more fun ?? lolx. AND PLEASE LET ALL THE CHIOBUS TO BE IN MY CLASS AND I BE THE ONLY GUY!!!! wahahahahaha. then i will love NP and my class to death. i will then get a notebook camera and attach it to my lappy and show it to anyone online in msn and show them my girls in class. LOL! omfg, having the thoughts of it makes me so horny. !!!! LOL let mi just fantasize a bit . hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tt is what a no lifer's life is when they get up in the morning everyday, wash up, top-up ezlink and get their arse on the bus to work. then shout at those $#%#&amp;amp;^$%^#$%^ ppl who needs umpteen times of explanation, wasting my breath and finally get on their way home. all the same cycle happens again the next day. haiz. =( someone pls add some colours to my life , i need a life =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel so shiok, just because i have finally update and marks the revival of my blog with the longggggggggggggest entry ever. lol. maybe now i shd make a point of updating regularly, but least i have smth to post la, if not it will be the old stuffs again. work work work. lazy of me to type too. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once again, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;SOMEONE PLS ENTERTAIN ME NEXT TIME!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-114424628132364196?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114424628132364196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=114424628132364196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114424628132364196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114424628132364196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally-i-update-my-pathetic-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-114130045075142374</id><published>2006-03-02T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:54:10.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;work work work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nowadays almost everyday is full of work. but kinda fun anyway, sit there talk talk and slack around, take money.  tt's all. i just hate the explanation of the details time and time again, the rest are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;badly need money now. lolx. buy this buy that. almost dun have time for anything except for my bAobEi, ahaa =) and of coz trainings la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;soon another 14th will come. and i hope more will come too. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-114130045075142374?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114130045075142374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=114130045075142374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114130045075142374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114130045075142374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/03/work-work-work-nowadays-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-114011948426870648</id><published>2006-02-17T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T03:51:24.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*updated* heex, okay i admit i am lazy to update. it have been a week. got back my results and decided to go for accountancy, either in np or sp. interesting week though, but i am always lazy to update. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a shirt for her for valentine day, and got a bracelet from her. nth much happened but i enjoyed the moments though, especially at the esplande. wahahas =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la. enuff of my crappings, no one will read it anyway. i lazy to update also. just wish mi gud luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i've found you at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-114011948426870648?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114011948426870648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=114011948426870648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114011948426870648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/114011948426870648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/02/updated-heex-okay-i-admit-i-am-lazy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-113950553851815681</id><published>2006-02-10T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T01:18:58.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god oh god, i am going to recieve my results in 10 hours time. sian. wish mi luck. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-113898936253654797</id><published>2006-02-04T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T01:56:02.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this is my small step toward my goal of regular blogging. it ain't my initiative to do it, just tt i am feeling bored and since i have all the time in the world now, i might as well tell the world about my life. better do it now if not when i recieve my pathetic results i may be off dead. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i was rotting my ass off at home. so much for my CNY this year. imagine no ang baos, ok la, a little perhaps and just the fifth day i am already so damn bored. someone pls bring me to play somewhere. lol x) BORRRRINGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least today i went out with cheng chao wei jie and ran to eat in Sakura. hahas. i paid 20 bucks and ended up full in about 45 mins. lol then we just joked and played until some kid sitting at the next table vommitted and entertained us for the moment.  so damn disgusting, the 'stuff' that he puked out seemed like glue , somewhat vicious. LOL oh yarr, went to yj house to bainian too. slacked there till 6 plus ba, then i went home. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate dinner at some seafood restaurant. so full, couldn't eat anything, all thanks to the Sakura. wahahas. went to talk to jiebin and now back here blogging about it. sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this feeling, just hate it. dunno why this feeling kept coming back. shd i or shd i not. someone pls tell mi the ans.  dammit, i just dislike this feeling. or maybe i am just too bored. zZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this may be my longest post for the time being. =) i may post smth longer IF my life gets more interesting. lol. takkairez peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-113898936253654797?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113898936253654797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=113898936253654797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/113898936253654797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/113898936253654797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-this-is-my-small-step-toward-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-113886515955737181</id><published>2006-02-02T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:27:40.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally found some time to touch up on my blog. new skin , looks simple but i think it's nice. results coming out soon , probably next week , dunno how i will do for it. no use worrying about it now. already done the papers. may god bless me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's complicated. so much happenings and i dunno what to do. just feel it ain't just right. argh, let nature takes its course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, btw. i have placed my archives at the bot of the page. lol. feel free to visit it if you have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have the time. i will update ba. hahas takkairez =) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20703039-113886515955737181?l=theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113886515955737181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20703039&amp;postID=113886515955737181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/113886515955737181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20703039/posts/default/113886515955737181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theessenceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally-found-some-time-to-touch-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07561867502821763689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U3tygMEZUDg/R6Hqa1ZriXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/e_VjKs6C__c/S220/stupid+girlfriend.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20703039.post-113675509088884364</id><published>2006-01-09T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T05:18:10.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 2006 and i tot i shall cr8 a new blog for the new year. nth much actually and also din expect much to happen in this new year ba. just hope tt my o's will be gd and my life will be gd. okay. just trying out, since this is my first post. shall update more later. takekairex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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