<?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-279090675059823816</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:32:59.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holsuitangi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-835366197318655824</id><published>2009-01-18T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:30:17.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life have been such a busy one. after school is nothing but work and trainings. So much so that we don't even have the time to spend time together. darn. i must spend time with my dearest on Monday. Bring her to buy new chinese new year clothings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-835366197318655824?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/835366197318655824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=835366197318655824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/835366197318655824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/835366197318655824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-life-have-been-such-busy-one.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-1960614158352771296</id><published>2009-01-16T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:33:07.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life, People Change So Fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only months back when we are best of friends, arranged to meet up earlier every cg meetings. And its but only a few months or maybe weeks?, every thing seems wrong. After being together = totally in your own world. tried to interact and but treated us back with hostile attitude. Is playing the guitar for cell group a obligation now or its really your passion? Cause you know what? i don't even think i know who you are anymore. ahya, its up to you la. you want to talk to me or us, you talk la if not, you just mind your own things while i mind mine. sorry fer been direct but yeah im pretty pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-1960614158352771296?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/1960614158352771296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=1960614158352771296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/1960614158352771296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/1960614158352771296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-people-change-so-fast-its-only.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-5252810478013220914</id><published>2009-01-08T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:46:01.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1st Bedtime Story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forword: i came home early from practice. Imma tired. physically and mentally. Anyways, i came home rushed to my laptop and write a bedtime story for my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The title of this story: Giantius's Quest to Coconut Plantation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Long time ago, In the country of Roman. There live a strong, mighty and courageous soldier Giantius. His name was so feared throughout Roman. The soldier was happily married to the prettiest lady in the whole of Roman. He was one lucky bastard! One fine day, the King of Roman summons the presence of Giantius. The King heard of this native tribe called POS, its in the south of Roman and he yearns to learn about its arts and culture. Thus he sends Giantius and his men on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before dawn, Giantius and a few of his comerades headed down south to the tribe POS. Looking at the map, it will take them 2 whole days of walking by foot and camels to reach tribe POS. After 2 tiring day, Giantius and team finally reached destination. They look really hideous and tired but its okie- not the main point. It was a land flowing with milk and Honey. OMG did i just said milk and honey?! okayokay milk and honey. The land was rich in minerals, fruits and natural plantations. Not tempered and toyed by the evil desires of men. Giantius and his men really enjoyed their stay at the tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds flying and chirping loudly, dinosaurs roaming the land- bully the smaller creatures, and at night, the toads and froggies made really loud and terrible noises, the crickets making that zzzzzzeeeeee noise. Real irritating. They stayed in POS for a total of 1 month and they learned many things. BUT one thing that caught their attention was this coconut fruit. The taste of coconut caught Giantius attention. It one fruit that was never seen before in Roman and Giantius and team really love it. They were pratically addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, i will go and bath now. Sticky and Smelly, And my hair is still standing. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-5252810478013220914?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/5252810478013220914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=5252810478013220914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/5252810478013220914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/5252810478013220914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-bedtime-story.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-5948538426941066584</id><published>2009-01-05T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:24:25.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Dear friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long i didn't post anything. Seems that i revisited a very o' friend of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bus 39 to joanna's house on Christmas eve, i saw this one man. Apparently i took his picture, but i think i accidentally deleted it. He has many spot, cyst, bubbly shaped growth all over his body. It looks disgusting. It looks hideous. I really wanted to post his picture, but where is it!!! On his head, there were 3 really really big cyst/tumor protruding out. It was really big. uhmm.. 3 times bigger than a marble ball. Something like that. There were 2 realy big one at the back of the head and one more at the side of the head, somewhere above his ear. I was compentionate for him yet at the same time digusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... long bus rides, people tends to fall asleep on the bus. And so he fell asleep. He was sitting in the inner seat. AND AND he place his head on the glass window. He rested his head on the windows. Nothing wrong with that but the point in contact to the window and his head was that big fat tumor. The weight of his head pressed against the tumor cause its cricular shape to become a prata-shaped tumor. ~~ disgusting.. OM(LORD). i got a picture of it.. but no where to be found. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SWGZH2v_zfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UjsKK4fSz6I/s1600-h/05012009008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SWGZH2v_zfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UjsKK4fSz6I/s400/05012009008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287675797744635378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in class now. neuro-biology class nw. My neuro teacher might know this blog so cheeers. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-5948538426941066584?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/5948538426941066584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=5948538426941066584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/5948538426941066584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/5948538426941066584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-friend-so-long-i-didnt-post.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SWGZH2v_zfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UjsKK4fSz6I/s72-c/05012009008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-9210092805931364926</id><published>2008-11-21T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:50:34.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went broadway(coffeeshop) to have dinner with my dad. It was lousy. The discussion made the dinner unbearable. My dad talk-ed about my sister. And he made a comparison with my cousin. wtf. He concluded it with a sentence something like that, "see how audrey and amanda is doing so well in their studies? having good grades recognition in school!" nothing wrong with that but it is this sentence i'm going to tell you next that pissed me off, "they work in the morning and pay for their studies at night!"wtf! Since young he having been telling us that he will not compare us with anyone and what's more he is even suggesting us to work in the morning, earn ourselves some money and study in the night! That is where is coming from and where he is going to. wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, i walked home quickly. can't be bothered with them. When i reached home my dad called me to his room. i said FINE! i kept my cool and reasoned with him! wth luh. i don't wanna write anymore fck it luh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-9210092805931364926?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/9210092805931364926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=9210092805931364926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/9210092805931364926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/9210092805931364926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/11/reason.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-8328243568232696641</id><published>2008-11-18T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:00:51.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Auntie.. and my emo heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while, i have been speaking ill-ly about my auntie, i dun feel sad or regret. She is like that! However, last week, my parents went over to bangkok for a holiday. As im still having school, im not able to follow. SO I"M STUCK WITH HER- My Auntie!!! I decided to be a men. I control myself. There was this one day when i was at home, she was doing house work. And she had an ashma attack. She was wizzing, She was panting. It was real loudly. BUT she still hold on to the handle of the vaccum cleaner tightly and quickly finish the house work. Instantly, my heart melted. At that moment i don't hate her! Instead, i want to help her. BUT i don't want to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of something creative, usually after vaccuming the she will wash the plates and rest. When she went into the floor to vacum, i quickly ran to the kitchen, took out the sponge, poured some soap on it and started washing the plates as quickly and undetected as possible. I don't know why but, it seemed that i enjoyed myself alot even just for that 5-10mins. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-8328243568232696641?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/8328243568232696641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=8328243568232696641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/8328243568232696641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/8328243568232696641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-auntie.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-6431277893399010126</id><published>2008-11-05T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:44:47.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ASKED JOANNA: DO YOU LOVE ME 3 TIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That earlier morning, while walking to school with joanna, i asked her do you love me 3 times. I wonder if she will deny me! the roster will crow. LOL anyway, the first time i asked her at the MRT junction, DO YOU LOVE ME? guess what was her reply, "HAhNA, HAhNA!" so lovely aye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time i asked her "DO YOU LOVE ME?!", BEFORE READING ON GUESS WHAT WAS HER REPLY? She said "What?!" I wonder the "what" is "what you want?!" or "what luh, don't disturb me?!" at this point of time, i'm already feeling emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at the straight path to agora south (school) i asked her again, "DO YOU LOVE ME?!" SHE SMILED AT ME AND SAID, "ORH!!!" from this face =...=" become to this face =::::"( hmm... what can i say?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-6431277893399010126?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/6431277893399010126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=6431277893399010126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/6431277893399010126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/6431277893399010126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-asked-joanna-do-you-love-me-3-times.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-7066451486190476673</id><published>2008-10-31T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:13:27.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what happened to me the last 2 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty+grandpa, they are still constantly on the move to piss me, not forgetting to "step on my tail" each and every day. YOU KNOW WHAT! my not so pretty aunty, criticize my grandma ,her mother! LIKE WHAT THE HELL CAN?! my grandma was in my room, sitting on the floor quietly and putting on some make up. didn't really see what was she doing, i think she was polishing her nails. she likes to polish her nails, toes and finger. and comes my annoying aunty into my room. these are what she said, "mather ah, lei gum old liao hai pung make up ah! yao bei bing gor tai ah?!" wth, and you thought that's all? part 2,"ye su, yao lei ge xin ah, moi lei leng ah!" something like that! I WAS LIKE DOING ON MY KEYBOARD !@#$%^&amp;amp;*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;lets not talk about those flaky people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RP holiday(more like rushing FYP report) this whole week, being staying in (at home) alot. thou spend most of the time in my room, i think it is about good enough. AT least i accompany my grandma. I love her! Joanna, i love you too! ^^ Just ytd- wednesday, i went to jo's place, i slept at 4am on wednesday morning, NO FYP MEETING WHATSOEVER BUT STILL NEED TO DO REPORT!! my fac say got to hand up that day but in the end what i get?! siew kee told me that submittion is on the 14 of nov or something. Nevertheless, i finihsed the report on that day and i had a jolly fun time with joanna, shopping, cycling her from her house to tampines, buying a new bag, cycling her back from tampines, and the last one wass the one i enjoyed the most!! I did facial with her! she appiled mask on me and I APPLIED IT ON HER FACE! first time lea. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-7066451486190476673?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/7066451486190476673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=7066451486190476673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/7066451486190476673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/7066451486190476673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-happened-to-me-last-2-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-6365030659659337399</id><published>2008-10-16T07:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:34:32.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MRT LIFT CRITIC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suddenly, i felt that the lift in the MRT station was design so nicely! In the past, everytime when i take the lift, i will have to wait for a long time for the lift to come up or down. Everytime it id not fail to piss me off. But recently, while complaining to myself why the lift is so slow, i asked myself a question. Who in the world came up with the idea of building a lift in the MRT which moves so slowly up and down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then Suddenlyyyy a touch from heaven... Jesus came and set me free... okie abit off but ya. I think it is wonderfully build. See ah, in times of peak period, there will bound to be alot of people moving up to the platform and down from the platform. If the lift were to be build to move slowly, people will refrain from taking the lift(DURING PEAK PERIOD). The escalator allows people to travel up and down faster. Therefore, when the lift reaches down from the platform, most of the time, the ticketing gate are usually less crowded. And if there happens to be a wheel chair bound guy/lady. It will help them facilitator movement faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-6365030659659337399?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/6365030659659337399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=6365030659659337399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/6365030659659337399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/6365030659659337399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/10/mrt-lift-critic-suddenly-i-felt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-4954449479835209424</id><published>2008-10-14T14:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:35:06.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school is tiring, FYP is chasing me to hand up my final report. I'm hard press on every side. Arggh! I need some more time for recreational. Thus, i went back to play ragnorok online. It's a game so love by joanna and myself. These are my characters in the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SPTB2PWH4CI/AAAAAAAAABg/2GzlZLWnGds/s1600-h/Allen+Walker.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SPTB2PWH4CI/AAAAAAAAABg/2GzlZLWnGds/s400/Allen+Walker.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257039802624630818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SPTB2bI9wGI/AAAAAAAAABw/5cxYuyyLcQQ/s1600-h/This2read.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SPTB2bI9wGI/AAAAAAAAABw/5cxYuyyLcQQ/s400/This2read.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257039805790666850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SPTB2UEkcZI/AAAAAAAAABo/1CTyhK16BYk/s1600-h/Bookmen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SPTB2UEkcZI/AAAAAAAAABo/1CTyhK16BYk/s400/Bookmen.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257039803893182866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most left: Allen walker[mage]&lt;br /&gt;Middle: this2read [Assassin]&lt;br /&gt;Most right: Bookmen [Biochemist]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-4954449479835209424?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/4954449479835209424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=4954449479835209424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/4954449479835209424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/4954449479835209424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-is-tiring-fyp-is-chasing-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SPTB2PWH4CI/AAAAAAAAABg/2GzlZLWnGds/s72-c/Allen+Walker.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-1993324842251451886</id><published>2008-10-03T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:30:22.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God. You say in your word, those who need wisdom, let him ask you, and you will give it liberally to all who ask!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just did some calculation on my current GPA, I need to get 4 As and 1 Bs this semester to cross over to 3.0. God, I'm really afraid that i couldn't make it. i need your help! I will sacrifice everything and spend more time studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anxious, needing a miracle, my future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-1993324842251451886?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/1993324842251451886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=1993324842251451886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/1993324842251451886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/1993324842251451886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/10/god.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-675312979413445345</id><published>2008-09-29T15:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:46:30.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;staying in RP for one more year&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doctor Grijia came into my class earlier on. She told us what will happen after we graduated in RP, our future. She said that after graduated, we will be going to the university of monash to get our degree. It will be a 1 and the half year course. Joanna how!!! come over Australia stay over with me! We get married there and what not!? invite all of our relatives in singapore there! wow everyone will enjoy it over there. okie get married at pastor phils church. lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, back track, this was the plan for year 2 students and what the hell i'm year 3 already. i don't care, since  i'm in this track, this specialization, i must as well continue with the program. She said, that we will be attached to a hospital for 32 weeks. AND thats my dream, to work in the hospital! after this 32 weeks in changi hospital or SATA, we got to go Monash and complete a 1 and the half year degree on radiology. And after that, i am a certified radiologist! Amen!! I heard from doctor grijia that the starting pay for a radiologist is 4K australian money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD here i am sent me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-675312979413445345?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/675312979413445345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=675312979413445345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/675312979413445345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/675312979413445345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/09/staying-in-rp-for-one-more-year-doctor.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-3277332090149212258</id><published>2008-09-28T23:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:23:19.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my ridiculous auntie and grandfather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - a tribute for them for pissing me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to say everything nasty about him and her. My family have esteem my grandfather because of the fact that he claims that he could commune with the holy spirit and the holy spirit would tell him to do this a that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;With all due respect&lt;/span&gt;, and i really mean with all due respect, I don't see anything wrong with that. As a matter of fact, the holy spirit yearns to commune with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, i begin to doubt my grandfather. The man which i have look up to him since young, the man which i have respect!!  Is he really telling the truth? or just saying something that he want to say and claims that, " oh the holy spirit told me that ... ... ... ...!!!" Folks, i do believe that the holy spirit is living inside of us and he will commune with us. But the fact that if you &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;say something that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT TRUE AT ALL AND CLAIMS THAT IT IS FROM THE HOLY SPIRIT!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really think that you are either not sensitive enough to him or you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;ARE JUST A FAKE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; trying to say and demand something you wanted too and claims that it is from the holy spirit. OH please, i'm 20 years old already, and i know how to discern and basically use my common sense!! Pastor said this before, fine if you want bring God into the picture, okay, you say what you want to say and do what you claim that God had told you to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT DONE YET!!! my auntie, she really thinks that she is spiritual too!!! OMG, i think she is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; FLAKY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;can!!! she stays with my grandfather and she thinks that by staying with him, she has that double portion of annointing from him. I don't even think she knows what is double portion of annointing!!! ever heard of birds of the same feather flocks together? or or chip of the old block? She is like a talking machine that keeps reminding the people around her of the past! She will just order my gramps around saying, hey you can't eat this or you can't eat that!! doctor say you cannot eat this or that!! sometimes i hear what she have to say, i wonder, are you that doctor? by the way, she eats everything that she didn't allow my gramps to eat!! see hypocrites!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-3277332090149212258?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/3277332090149212258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=3277332090149212258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/3277332090149212258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/3277332090149212258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-ridiculous-auntie-and-grandfather.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-4945305086760340176</id><published>2008-09-25T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:42:18.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During brain class i found these 2 very interesting pictures. lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SNskQGahlII/AAAAAAAAABQ/BO6Q2AR555g/s1600-h/male_brain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SNskQGahlII/AAAAAAAAABQ/BO6Q2AR555g/s400/male_brain.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249829649648817282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SNskQSHxIxI/AAAAAAAAABY/Ubo-GoBnFSk/s1600-h/brain_female.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SNskQSHxIxI/AAAAAAAAABY/Ubo-GoBnFSk/s400/brain_female.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249829652791370514" 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/279090675059823816-4945305086760340176?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/4945305086760340176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=4945305086760340176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/4945305086760340176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/4945305086760340176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/09/during-brain-class-i-found-these-2-very.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SNskQGahlII/AAAAAAAAABQ/BO6Q2AR555g/s72-c/male_brain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-4261780989709476682</id><published>2008-09-24T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:22:53.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was talking to sze zhen, he poured out his feelings. As for me, i didn't hesistate in telling his mine. I was just reminded of a verse, i put before you life and death, therefore i say to you choose life. Something like that. Coach also said this before, once a rexaz member, always a rexaz member. Don't lose heart boy!! you are doing great!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-4261780989709476682?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/4261780989709476682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=4261780989709476682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/4261780989709476682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/4261780989709476682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/09/was-talking-to-sze-zhen-he-poured-out.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-5313560504503339762</id><published>2008-09-22T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:31:25.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;while doing stunts joanna went whopping and hurt her back. dear God, please take care of the injury. plspls. Joanna, i'm getting mushy here, i love you!! Today, i one men show the entire presentation slides. the other 2 members went MIA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Iggy to the 2 members in my team, "you want to rest, relax, play games, watch movie, i also want, do finish our workload for the day lar!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel that he is telling me, even though you had a long dday, you are a men!! mantain your coolness!! I with you all things are possible to him who believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-5313560504503339762?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/5313560504503339762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=5313560504503339762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/5313560504503339762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/5313560504503339762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/09/while-doing-stunts-joanna-went-whopping.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-3747700973510736883</id><published>2008-09-19T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:15:08.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God thank you so much! all day, all day now, I will follow you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-3747700973510736883?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/3747700973510736883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=3747700973510736883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/3747700973510736883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/3747700973510736883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-thank-you-so-much-all-day-all-day.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-6544176769941031820</id><published>2008-09-13T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:54:43.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SMvhJPMCpzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gEdPw-a-2ck/s1600-h/IMG0191A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SMvhJPMCpzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gEdPw-a-2ck/s400/IMG0191A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245533739815184178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2  needles at her ankle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SMvhJTv7qPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bxWky11FakU/s1600-h/IMG0192A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SMvhJTv7qPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bxWky11FakU/s400/IMG0192A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245533741039462642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 2 needles were connected to a machines that generates electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SMvhJddRWgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gvEv9P6YnuE/s1600-h/IMG0194A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SMvhJddRWgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gvEv9P6YnuE/s400/IMG0194A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245533743645547010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not too sure what is that but it sure radiates hot air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SMvhJVE6SvI/AAAAAAAAABA/1XOt4Jt7u2Q/s1600-h/IMG0196A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SMvhJVE6SvI/AAAAAAAAABA/1XOt4Jt7u2Q/s400/IMG0196A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245533741395888882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nicer picture of the machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SMvhJrCJO0I/AAAAAAAAABI/3lioCBTiAQ8/s1600-h/IMG0200A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SMvhJrCJO0I/AAAAAAAAABI/3lioCBTiAQ8/s400/IMG0200A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245533747289865026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She worries about her make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SMvgtAfb9kI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OhvbvfNFhnE/s1600-h/IMG0190A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SMvgtAfb9kI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OhvbvfNFhnE/s400/IMG0190A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245533254833665602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-6544176769941031820?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/6544176769941031820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=6544176769941031820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/6544176769941031820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/6544176769941031820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-needles-at-her-ankle-2-needles-were.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLfXaOZy7iQ/SMvhJPMCpzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gEdPw-a-2ck/s72-c/IMG0191A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-2195528350285205815</id><published>2008-09-10T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:25:16.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sze Zhen gave me another nickname&lt;br /&gt;iggyloh. repeat it very fast many many times. You will get giggolo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-2195528350285205815?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/2195528350285205815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=2195528350285205815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/2195528350285205815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/2195528350285205815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/09/sze-zhen-gave-me-another-nickname.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-6864001048054720060</id><published>2008-09-09T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:51:17.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some _a_a_  ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, woke up, and to school. But i was annoyed by some _a_a_ ladies.  I was waiting for the train to school. and as the train approaches the platform, this _a_a_ lady who was in front of me went into the train cabin. It was early, there wasn't much of the people and as she enters the train cabin she stood right in front of the door. Me being right behind her, and she blocking my way, i got pissed and said 'Xcuse Me! in a pissed tone. The train was empty there was chairs empty and she just stood right in front of the door blocking everyone's else way. ~~Pissed, Annoyed and Disturbed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i reached woodlands and as I'm exiting the train, again another _a_a_ lady rushed into the cabin. Hitting my shoulder eventually. What's happening to the _a_a_ population?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-6864001048054720060?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/6864001048054720060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=6864001048054720060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/6864001048054720060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/6864001048054720060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-aa-ladies.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-1846403647128104246</id><published>2008-09-07T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:34:45.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A long day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, was a long but fun day. In the morn, we had cheer trg. Kwee yong said this to me, 'Hey, Karen is going to do some damage to us today' puzzled, I asked why? He replied looked at her shirt! It say something like lets do some damage or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh man i totally forgot about this important matter!!.. "God i pray that you protect Sze zhen and his whole family. No sickness with fall upon them and they will always be in good health! you say in your word, by his strips we are made whole. All glory be to your name, Amen!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;After Trg, went for svc at EXPO, it's far. from woodlands to Expo. I was having a a splitting headache. Not sure why either, it seems to just attack me right after cheer trg. Felt terrible~ Joanna i'm sorry i didn't chit chat with you on the bus to tampines. It's so pain that closing my eyes seemed to help relieve the pain a little. Finally, svc started and AND AND we sang this song called Amazing grace (my chains are gone) by chris tomlin. Men, the atmosphere was really good. The presence of God... I just closed my eyes, waiting in his presence, refusing to open my eyes. Like as if i'm lazing on my bed. And i would just say another 10 mins, let me sleep for another 10 mins. Procrastinating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;finallyyyy, at around 11pm, i reached joanna's place and tuck her to bed. It was really late at night. took a cab home some more, expensice leah. But it's all worthwhile, accompanying you to the very last minute of your birthday! Okie, i'm tired, think i'll go and sleep. Gd night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-1846403647128104246?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/1846403647128104246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=1846403647128104246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/1846403647128104246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/1846403647128104246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-day-today-was-long-but-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-6457700171515887628</id><published>2008-09-05T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:56:12.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="iContent"&gt;“The more you use your brain, the more brain you will have to use.” Comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="iContent"&gt;I agree to this statement to a large extend.  Wiki explains one of the common misconceptions about the brain, Einstein is reported as quipping that people typically only use 10 of their brains. The popular press took this as fact, although the comment was meant only facetiously.   Generally, if we think about it, from young to now for instance, we’ve being through education since nursery times. We acquired vast amount of knowledge throughout the growing up years. Thus it is only logical and right to argue that we have use a great measure of our brain to think, learn, understand and remember (memory).   I would love to use an analogy of a hard disk. The purpose of a hard disk is to store information for safekeeping in-case something terrible happens to our laptop. It’s something like the brain, the more we use the hard disk to store data, the more hard disk space we will need to use to store these data.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first neurobiology class RJ question. What _._._  _._._! Well, it took me like the whole train journey from the east to my house just to think how do write this RJ! Anyway! it feels sucky right? the RJ!&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/279090675059823816-6457700171515887628?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/6457700171515887628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=6457700171515887628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/6457700171515887628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/6457700171515887628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-you-use-your-brain-more-brain-you.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-6322529307291420795</id><published>2008-09-03T00:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:00:30.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures From Bangkok</title><content type='html'>Found some pictures of dream world me and my family went last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 256px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm311/rprexazvicepresident/Picture041.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me(extreme left), Dad (next to me), younger Sister(next to dad) and Mom(extreme right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 256px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm311/rprexazvicepresident/Picture024.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me making some disturbing actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 253px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm311/rprexazvicepresident/DSC00118.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth... Childish... Forced to play this water game with my younger cousins. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 258px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm311/rprexazvicepresident/DSC00107.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is really fun, big tracks. Even bigger than the ones in escape theme park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm311/rprexazvicepresident/DSC00157.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting cool at the beach. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, think that's all the nice pictures. The rest aren't really nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-6322529307291420795?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/6322529307291420795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=6322529307291420795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/6322529307291420795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/6322529307291420795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-pictures-from-bangkok.html' title='Random Pictures From Bangkok'/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-924056217909604596</id><published>2008-09-01T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:50:50.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cookie Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cookie Thief:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A women was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shop, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was engrossed in her book, but happened to see, that the man beside her, as bold as vould be, grab a cookie or two from the bad between, which she tried to ignore,to avoid a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read, munched cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy 'cookie thief' diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, "if i wasn't so nice, i'd blacken his eye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each cookie she took, he told one too. When only one was left, she wondered what he'd do. With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offered her half, as he ate the other. She snatched it from him in thoughts, ' oh brother, this guy has some nerve, and he's also rude. Why, he didn't even show any gratitude!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had never known when she had been so galled, and signed with relief when her flight was called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gathered all her belonging and headed for the gate, refusing to look back at the 'thiefing ingrate.' She boarded the plane and sank in her seat, then sought her book, which was almost complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she reached in her baggage, she grasped with surprise: There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If mine was here, ' she moaned with despair, ' then the others were his and he tried to share!' Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-924056217909604596?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/924056217909604596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=924056217909604596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/924056217909604596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/924056217909604596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/08/cookie-thief_31.html' title='The Cookie Thief'/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-4724098733184960212</id><published>2008-08-31T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:35:39.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think blogging is really hard work! feels so tired after reading and understanding DE codes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-4724098733184960212?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/4724098733184960212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=4724098733184960212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/4724098733184960212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/4724098733184960212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-blogging-is-really-hard-work.html' title=''/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279090675059823816.post-8774322964100101391</id><published>2008-08-29T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:06:20.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First POST</title><content type='html'>I pulled everything and started a new blog. Thanks to Sze zhen continual persuasion. Okie here is it sze zhen =) It is late, think I'll go sleep any time soon. FYP is taking a toil on my flesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279090675059823816-8774322964100101391?l=holsuitangi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/feeds/8774322964100101391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279090675059823816&amp;postID=8774322964100101391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/8774322964100101391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279090675059823816/posts/default/8774322964100101391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holsuitangi.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-pulled-everything-started-new-blog.html' title='First POST'/><author><name>holsuitangi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707703343306539423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
