<?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-4919531034893868025</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:37:39.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Escapade...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-2208319480219988243</id><published>2008-07-18T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:47.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Bombers!</title><content type='html'>And so, to begin with, I met up with my darlings for dinner last week! (*Ahem, I know it's a little late but, well... Better late than never maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with meeting Belle after work, and we did a little bit of shopping, always fun to shop with her! Looking forward to more girl! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which nana joined us, and we went to sit in at Bombers while waiting for teacher Ning to arrive.. While waiting for her, we ordered this party platter to fill our hungry tummies. Didn't get to take a picture of that before it was hungrily devoured by us, but this was pretty much what was left of it by the time Ning arrived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224365840659291426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/SICtDV0unSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/jXdOAAgIro4/s200/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When Ning arrived, we ordered our food, and while waiting for our food to be served, we humoured ourselves by talking (Not so loudly) and watching our dearest Ning enjoy her food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224366492983251346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/SICtpT64UZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/saPFs26y640/s200/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It only took a while for the food to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224367721960841218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/SICuw2N-IAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vnkxXnfoPeQ/s200/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Belle ordered this famous burger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224367731416035282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/SICuxZcQ79I/AAAAAAAAALE/rUrx5UegWWE/s200/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ning ordered a really big burger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224367739351781090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/SICux3ASzuI/AAAAAAAAALU/4h681nkquv0/s200/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nana ordered a ribs and chicken combo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224367737102430738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/SICuxuoAchI/AAAAAAAAALM/u6gHhM2u4gk/s200/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yours truly, ordered a fried honey chicken dish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so, the four of us tried our super sinful (Not to mention hair-falling-MSG-Filled) dishes, which were quite delectable, but left us thirsty for the rest of the evening... Bombers would be a good place to chill, but I'm not so sure if i wanna to leave that place and feel thirsty for the rest of the night... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But nevertheless, we ladies enjoyed our evening, not because of the food, but because of the company and laughter we've been missing our for such a long long time... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-2208319480219988243?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/2208319480219988243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=2208319480219988243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2208319480219988243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2208319480219988243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2008/07/billy-bombers.html' title='Billy Bombers!'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/SICtDV0unSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/jXdOAAgIro4/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-4617682321545692691</id><published>2008-07-17T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:53:18.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know the last time i've blogged was like, 2 months ago! Thngs have been really crazy and I can't imagine that 2 months have actually crept past me without me even knowing! Look, I know i've promised reviews but well, I guess I haven't been able to do it after all... But hopefully things would change and I can go back to blogging again as I will be going (Officially) to the Bugis branch in just a matter of 1 week! New challenges would certainly be in store for me as I would be doing the scope of which i'm not really familiar with. But whatever is to come, I am ready to face it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things i wanna update! Latest Movies i've caught, pictures i've taken during my alpha training, catching up with my wonderful girls... Music i've listened to... Gosh... Now i see how encased I've been with my work, I've forgotten time for myself, and I mean, MY-SELF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming 2am in the morning, and i'm supposed to be up for work by 4.45am... W-H-Y am I not sleeping, you may ask... Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept till 3Pm today... So that answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I hope i'll be able to keep blogging on track, someone inside me, just keeps calling out, "What have you been doing? Why aren't you blogging??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, just probably, That's the old me... The old me that I have lost since i've stepped out into the working world.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I feel i've seen and heard alot. People out there are just not as simple as you may think they are.So much so that you really don't know who you should trust, and who you shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I feel, it's always better to trust yourself, rather than anyone else..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-4617682321545692691?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/4617682321545692691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=4617682321545692691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4617682321545692691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4617682321545692691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2008/07/been-awhile.html' title='Been Awhile'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-4404059247079496511</id><published>2008-05-24T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:47.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently i've been listening to a few new albums. Some of whom we've seen before, and also new faces to the industry. Heart-throb singer Gareth Gates has just released his new album recently, named "&lt;em&gt;Pictures on the other side"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/SDg0kkKVV-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/8AXQdyAS2HI/s1600-h/gareth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203967172213561314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/SDg0kkKVV-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/8AXQdyAS2HI/s200/gareth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This new album sees a different side of Gates, former runner up of Pop Idol. Rather than the melanchoic music he normally sings, he tries out a new style of music which showcases a rustic, husky voice. Different, but kind of brings out a different side of him. He's no longer the boyish singer that we used to know from the &lt;em&gt;Anyone of us&lt;/em&gt; Generation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you were once a fan of his music a number of years back, you would be missing his old style, but of course, embracing this new side of him, as he still makes this different genre of music sound good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My rating? I'd give it 3 half out of 5 stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/SDg4XUKVWAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VyNTyMYSvhM/s1600-h/Jordin+Sparks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203971342626805762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/SDg4XUKVWAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VyNTyMYSvhM/s200/Jordin+Sparks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another budding star we may want to take into notice would be the one who took the title of American Idol few seasons back - Jordin Sparks, with her debut album named after herself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hit songs like &lt;em&gt;Tattoo, This is my Now &lt;/em&gt;and the recent duet with Chris Brown, &lt;em&gt;No Air&lt;/em&gt; have taken this budding young star, with ordinary looks but with a beautiful voice, to greater heights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, there were some songs in the album that fit her vocal range, but not so much of her style of music that many would enjoy. Not gonna name which, you'll have to get the album to find out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My rating? I'd give it 4half out of 5 stars. Definitely a album worth getting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking out for new albums along the way, hope this keeps going! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/SDg0kkKVV-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/8AXQdyAS2HI/s1600-h/gareth.jpg"&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/4919531034893868025-4404059247079496511?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/4404059247079496511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=4404059247079496511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4404059247079496511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4404059247079496511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2008/05/reviews.html' title='Reviews'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/SDg0kkKVV-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/8AXQdyAS2HI/s72-c/gareth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-5740630114047058304</id><published>2008-05-19T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:00:08.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Awaited</title><content type='html'>At last, after a long long while, i'm blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;So much has been happening lately, and it's difficult to put into words&lt;br /&gt;Just that there have been plenty of emotional turmoils...&lt;br /&gt;First off is the long standing hours and crazy shifts at work&lt;br /&gt;Next off, well, is rather personal, so i would rather be mum about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all going different ways, working life is so much different than in poly. Maybe local kiddos are really to protected in this "canned" and "ready-made" environment. We have almost everything ready for us, everyone's soft on the inside... just like roasted marshmellows...&lt;br /&gt;But whatever the challenges, i'll want to do well in my career, and life as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being Ambitious. I am ambitious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-5740630114047058304?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/5740630114047058304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=5740630114047058304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/5740630114047058304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/5740630114047058304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-awaited.html' title='Long Awaited'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-2460135851876122476</id><published>2008-03-04T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T08:26:37.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you be there?</title><content type='html'>I came across this song recently, and I felt it was a really beautiful song. However in the midst of these beautiful lyrics, there is also doubt involved. It was a really moving song, something different from the hot and steamy music that has been broadcasting in radios recently. May look cheesy to some, but i guess that's what we all need once in awhile. To those who haven't listened to it before, check out the song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A32Up6HhnVM"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't help but feel that you are alone, that there is no one there to back you up in no matter what you do. You get tired along the way, but circumstances would tell you that you've to move on due to all those around you. Even when you know that there are people there for you, around you, no one can ever understand your innermost self, not even yourself. Understanding yourself before you understand others is probably what should come first. Knowing what you want and setting your priorities straight is another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I don't know what I want, where I'm headed towards, or whether I am walking towards the right track. But I will take the risk and walk forward, never looking back. After all, we never know what would happen in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you be there - Redwan Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I were blue, would you be there for me,&lt;br /&gt;                        And whisper in my ears that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you stand by me, let me hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;                        And say you love me one more time.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        If I feel good would you slow dance with me&lt;br /&gt;                        And touch my lips with tender loving care&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you die for me would you run with me&lt;br /&gt;                        And never look back&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Would you be there to love to be with me&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you say that you'll always be the one&lt;br /&gt;                        To take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Would you be there to love to be with me&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you say that you'll always be the one&lt;br /&gt;                        To take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you be there&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        If I'm away would you still think of me&lt;br /&gt;                        And wish that you could hold me now (Hold me now)&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you die for me would you run with me&lt;br /&gt;                        All the way&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Would you be there to love to be with me&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you say that you'll always be the one&lt;br /&gt;                        To take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Would you be there to save my soul tonight (Save my soul                         tonight)&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you say that you'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;                        To kiss my pain away&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Would you be there to love to be with me&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you say that you'll always be the one&lt;br /&gt;                        To take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Would you be there to save my soul tonight (Save my soul                         tonight)&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you swear that your love is always true&lt;br /&gt;                        Would you say that you'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;                        To kiss my pain away&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Would you be there&lt;br /&gt;                        For me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-2460135851876122476?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/2460135851876122476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=2460135851876122476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2460135851876122476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2460135851876122476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2008/03/would-you-be-there.html' title='Would you be there?'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-6995243421219577221</id><published>2008-02-13T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T08:55:43.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day spent with my gals, we talked alot about the past, present and the future. After graduation, each stage you pass in your life, you tend to think back and reflect alot, about things that happened in the past, the present, and look forward to what's in store for the future. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every road you take, there are choices to make. Be it in jobs, relationships, friendships, everything is made up of choices! Which is what make things in life exciting, as every choice would bring aout different outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times, though, where you may make choices that are wrong, but you are not aware of at the moment. You never know, until you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices, whether right or wrong, are there to guide and lead you to make another step in life. Another life experience that you would be able to pass down to your children and grandchildren in the future. So you can tell them that you've been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to try, but always remember who you are, what you want, what you believe in. There are times when I may seem to choose the wrong paths to take, and I value that my friends are always there to give me support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dears, Don't worry about how things will turn out for me, I know who I am and I understand your fears. But rest assured that I will not do things that are immorally against my own values, and I know what I am doing. Your opinions, are always much valued by me, and I really cherish you guys loads. I know you all are there for me, just as I always will be to you gals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to try out things that you want to try, so you would not regret in life. My girl, Never allow negative responses to dampen your belief and confidence. You can do it and i'm sure you'll make it far. Allow others to say what they want to, but never lose confidence in yourself. Will always be there for you and you know it! Us gals will be there to pull you out of the fire before you know it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed, no matter how bad life becomes, I'm blessed because I've got my friends with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-6995243421219577221?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/6995243421219577221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=6995243421219577221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6995243421219577221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6995243421219577221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2008/02/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-1421131349810034519</id><published>2008-02-09T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T09:23:55.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why I lack the courage to tell people how i really feel deep inside. It makes me feel shallow and lousy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so easy for people to tell others how they really feel, wheras it happens to be the opposite for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't like to keep things bottled up, But why is it that when i want to tell someone something, it just gets stuck in my bloody throat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I feel that, even I, do not understand myself enough. I don't know what I want, and I can never express myself clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-1421131349810034519?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/1421131349810034519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=1421131349810034519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/1421131349810034519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/1421131349810034519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2008/02/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-4459561173155134680</id><published>2008-02-08T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T09:57:50.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>School's over, Work is starting soon. Chinese New Year has just come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollerin' a very Happy Lunar New Year to everyone out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, New Beginnings, and New things are coming our way, no matter who you are.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm willing to face up to the challenges ahead with a strong mind and soul, and overcome anything come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what will happen in the future, but no matter what, i'm ready! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-4459561173155134680?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/4459561173155134680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=4459561173155134680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4459561173155134680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4459561173155134680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-9104188796724435884</id><published>2008-01-30T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:29:09.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Road</title><content type='html'>It's just a few days before my soft graduation (I officially graduate in May if nothing happens).&lt;br /&gt;I feel, with every benchmark you hit, there is always an array of choices that you have to make. It's just like coming to a road that branches out into many different areas, and when you leave school, that road you choose to take is very vital, for that would be the way you would be going to make a living.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought, "Go for your dreams! It's only when you find a job that you enjoy where you feel like you're not working."&lt;br /&gt;But i believe i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Finding a job that you love would be quite impossible, because with work, comes responsibilty, and with heavier responsibilities, you see the dark side of the job, which would tarnish your good impression of what you thought you have loved once.&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out into the hardcore society out there scares me sometimes, but hey, when you never try, you'll never know! I would think sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How would I be like 10 years down the road?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that would be something i would know only then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days to graduation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-9104188796724435884?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/9104188796724435884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=9104188796724435884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/9104188796724435884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/9104188796724435884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-road.html' title='New Road'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-7932294458257628942</id><published>2008-01-25T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T03:08:54.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, Great Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know i'm a month behind constructing my resolutions for the year, but hey, it's never too late, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With the term ending (Finally), my brain has started thinking of what my future would be like, what i'd wanna do, where I wanna be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More often than not, i would tend to think, "What would it be like if I had joined JC instead of poly?" Today, this question came back to me as 2 JC undergrads sat beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then i thought, I'd probably would not have met the people that I know now, and have established friendship with them. Every junction in life is a range of choices, and I believe I have made the right choice in joining Poly as further education. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School may be ending soon (Which means goodbye to projects for now!), but somehow i feel sad too, for i'll be leaving my poly friends soon. But then again, we may not meet everyday, but the bond would still be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After school, comes the opportunity for job hunting. I'm glad i've taken this path, for studying and working has definitely opened me up to many experiences, and has made me a much stronger person than I ever thought I could be. Every step is a challenge, and I am ready to take on anything that comes my way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This year, I aim to get my driver's licence, and get a new car too! That would make travelling a whole lot easier too! I guess as you get older, your priorities change. I never thought that I would want to get a licence at all, till lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course, with new aspirations and priorities, comes responsibility and baggage. I really wonder how long i'll be able to upkeep this mindset of mine, after all, I have not fully embarked on my journey into the harsh society yet. Working part time allows you to see one side of it, but working full time would be a different story altogether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How reflective, Madeline. Realising your New Year Resolutions only one month after the year has started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Year 2007 has been a year of great friendships blossoming, bonding, losing people you know and turmoil. But every year comes with different experiences, and each step is a learning step. I'm looking forward to what 2008 has in store for me, and i'm expecting great things for myself too. Ambitious, you may call it. But well, that's me! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the title would have it, New year, Great expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-7932294458257628942?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/7932294458257628942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=7932294458257628942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/7932294458257628942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/7932294458257628942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-great-expectations.html' title='New year, Great Expectations'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-5199300354074692056</id><published>2007-12-31T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T07:55:52.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>What a lousy new year spent&lt;br /&gt;Just like last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-5199300354074692056?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/5199300354074692056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=5199300354074692056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/5199300354074692056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/5199300354074692056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-3460672880239609799</id><published>2007-12-30T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T09:07:36.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Tired</title><content type='html'>Humans are such complicating creatures.&lt;br /&gt;You never know what they are thinking, what they are feeling.&lt;br /&gt;One moment they can be happy, another moment they can just flare up&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really lose the childish side of us,&lt;br /&gt;It just depends on how muuch we lose, and how much we retain as we grow and "Mature"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain is another complicating accomplice&lt;br /&gt;It never stops thinking, and you can't force it to stop, either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we are all made to turn out to be,&lt;br /&gt;So many feelings, so many emotions, that it becomes overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;No wonder there are so many cases of suicide&lt;br /&gt;The world is turning into a crazy mess&lt;br /&gt;gosh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-3460672880239609799?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/3460672880239609799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=3460672880239609799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/3460672880239609799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/3460672880239609799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/12/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-4588183673408098195</id><published>2007-12-05T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:30:50.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpectancies</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The cold wind rushes past, cutting through the air like sickles.  The girls hold on firmly to the umbrella's on hand, hoping that it would not be blown away by the cruel wind. Rain battered down hard onto the brolly's, just like pebbles falling on plastic sheets. Just then, a long and high trail of water splashes onto the girl's, soaking their clothing to the skin. The girls scream as they watch the bus drive away, disappearing into the rainy sheets ahead."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just trying to sound literature... But we DID get soaked, and our feet had a good washing too! Rainy days can get quite frustrating at the wrong times, but belle and I enjoy stomping on puddles, just to get each other's legs wet! Then again, the rainy weather made one feel like just going home to catch some forty winks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the many unexpectancies we meet daily, unexpected news hit me just like the water on my legs when the bus drove hard onto a puddle of water. One of my dance instructors from my last school, is dead. You may have seen him before, as he was one of the finalists for the first "&lt;em&gt;Superband"&lt;/em&gt; competitions. Yes, it's Ishi from SOUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was news from almost 6 months back, but I only got to know about it today. &lt;em&gt;(Yes, that's how "OFTEN" I've been reading the news)&lt;/em&gt; And though I've only attended one of his lessons, he's someone that I wouldn't really forget, as during my short stay at the dance school, his lesson was one of the best that i've attended. And I can definitely feel the loss upon hearing his leaving the mortal platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another case of suspected suicide. The higher powers up there seem to work people in so many different ways. Till today, I still can't comprehend, why people who have such promising futures ahead of them, can choose to end their lives. I once read somewhere that the world works such that there is a balance in everything. Just like if there is night, there is day. If there is heaven, there is earth. If there is life, there will also be death. Could it be that humans are upsetting that balance that is causing so many people to take their leave in their prime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another case that has got Singapore talking for awhile are the 5 National DragonBoaters who perished in Thai waters after the SEA games. It was really saddening to see 5 young people who showed so much promise leave just like that. These cases fall only within the local context. Out there in the big, wide world there are so many other cases that we've not yet or never experience. Student shootouts, gang violence, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would the world kill the people first? Or would people kill the world? I really wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;RIP...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-4588183673408098195?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/4588183673408098195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=4588183673408098195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4588183673408098195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4588183673408098195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/12/unexpectancies.html' title='Unexpectancies'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-4157537752349892422</id><published>2007-12-03T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T08:31:34.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twists and Turns</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life breaks out in so many mysterious ways, and so does the decisions that we make along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I never thought that i would want to pick up driving 6 months before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm planning to take up a licence! It feels damn good to be holding a car key in your hand, just, empowered to drive! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoom away...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I look back on the past, and i feel so disgusted. So disgusted by the way you've behaved, the words you've said. It irks me so much, I just hate that I loved you once before... You're &lt;strong&gt;Pathetic,&lt;/strong&gt; that's what you are. &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/4919531034893868025-4157537752349892422?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/4157537752349892422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=4157537752349892422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4157537752349892422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4157537752349892422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/12/twists-and-turns.html' title='Twists and Turns'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-3412795476652238365</id><published>2007-11-24T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T09:25:21.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano</title><content type='html'>Music is the inspiration to the soul, it's what keeps me going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never live a boring work day without music, nor can i work without music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why music, especially piano pieces inspire me so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many pianists out there, all with different styles, techniques, and taste. Some of the few pianists i admire are David Sides, who does wonderful covers of modern RnB music; David Lanz, Jeffery Michael, and the latest to my list, Yiruma, a Korean pianist who plays really beautiful music. One of my favourites being "Kiss the Rain", which you could listen on youtube &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=so6ExplQlaY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried doing my own compositions, and i'm still working hard on it! But there's so much more i have to improve on, like trying out different styles, different methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it is said, music reflects one's ideas, thoughts, emotions. Now if only all that could be put into the music i make when my fingers touch the keys of my piano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-3412795476652238365?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/3412795476652238365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=3412795476652238365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/3412795476652238365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/3412795476652238365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/11/piano.html' title='Piano'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-1211231794050328652</id><published>2007-11-22T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T08:27:03.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic</title><content type='html'>The many hustles and bustles that all goes through.&lt;br /&gt;Never before has my planner been so packed, week after week!&lt;br /&gt;Projects during the weekdays, work during the weekends, i'm having the time of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the projects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to work with other people you haven't really worked with before, you see the different styles and ideas that surface. But i'm glad our group is really open and receptive to new ideas, and willing to try things out, even when the going gets tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough as everything may be, there is a time for work and play (Though we've been playing ALOT!) But it's great working together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being busy, I don't know why, but probably keeping myself busy and tiring myself out keeps me away from the many thoughts that cross my mind everyday. For example, the bills I have to pay. (GAH!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being busy also gives me a goal in life, like there are things you have to achieve and that is what keeps you going! Setting goals, having aims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, sometimes I wish this sem would pass soon, I wanna focus on better things in life. There are so many things I wanna do, like picking up dance again, focusing on music, and also composing my own piano pieces. Composition is really not as easy as what you hear processed on CDs. It really takes inspiration and trying it out to achieve a good piece of music. To me, music really heals the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really does&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-1211231794050328652?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/1211231794050328652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=1211231794050328652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/1211231794050328652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/1211231794050328652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/11/hectic.html' title='Hectic'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-5518026495964433053</id><published>2007-10-02T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:47.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILLUSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RwJs1mtRg_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/nPKGr2rQ4q4/s1600-h/%E7%A7%81%E5%87%BD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116771794825610226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RwJs1mtRg_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/nPKGr2rQ4q4/s200/%E7%A7%81%E5%87%BD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What word is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word "Fuc*", or the chinese word 私函?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-5518026495964433053?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/5518026495964433053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=5518026495964433053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/5518026495964433053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/5518026495964433053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/10/illusion.html' title='ILLUSION'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RwJs1mtRg_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/nPKGr2rQ4q4/s72-c/%E7%A7%81%E5%87%BD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-7398458010457506778</id><published>2007-09-14T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:05:10.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Undying Desire</title><content type='html'>I desperately need more time to spend with my family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday begins the same, Get up, Go out, come back again (As quoted from "Everybody's Someone sung by Brian Mcfadden and Leanne Rimes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, other than lamenting on how little time there is in the massive 24 hours in one day, Boredom at work drives me to think of so many things! I look at some people and I see the ugly side of humans, how they always ask for more even when we offer them a good deal, or how they scrutinize every single detail to a product, even if it's only worth a bloody $89!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it's no different with humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans tend to think so highly of themselves, looking down on those who are deemed "Lower than their status"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Call me Doctor, Please. Doctor Tan"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you are of a higher education level? Sometimes I really have the urge to spit these words into their faces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Both have two eyes, ears and a mouth. What makes me any different from you are, even if you are a PHd?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if one is plus-sized? So what if one is not highly educated? So what if one is of a different race, different culture from ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to make up their minds and decide on something about that person, even if it is not what it seems to be. Put simply, to know how good an electronic product is, one must get to know how it's like first. To not know anything and just judge would place the promotor in a tough position. So where should something that was never there be improved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, of course, just a fragment of my mind. There's so much I don't know how i should even continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't wanna think at times. Thinking keeps the brain active, but it's emotionally stressful. It adds yet just another burden to your already overladen shoulders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-7398458010457506778?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/7398458010457506778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=7398458010457506778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/7398458010457506778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/7398458010457506778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/09/undying-desire.html' title='The Undying Desire'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-2436184810065070791</id><published>2007-09-10T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:52:18.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy days</title><content type='html'>It's been eons since my last entry, let's see what's been up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling Belle's birthday just passed, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR GIRL! *Loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Ratatoullie and secret two weeks ago (Which were just brilliant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renovation at the shop has just started, (Dusty days ahead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with cassandra for a great chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are coming out this friday (Not anticipating...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray coming up this friday with dearest Belle and Ning (Been ages since i saw them, missing them to bits!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i come to realise, how much i've missed out in life. Things have been so dreadfully monotonous I don't even know which day it is anymore! And it's really difficult to meet up with friends and family even for a simple dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to think, is life in the real society going to be that same rat race that everyone is after? Are we really able to chase our dreams? Do we even know what we really want? Is what we're getting something that we really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many questions in life left unanswered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such that i'm so sick of thinking sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know which path I wanna take, yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-2436184810065070791?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/2436184810065070791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=2436184810065070791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2436184810065070791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2436184810065070791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-days.html' title='Busy days'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-3501013756198941627</id><published>2007-08-18T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:48.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rscj90mDBcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7zjzR091Y8Q/s1600-h/img2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100084648017593794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rscj90mDBcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7zjzR091Y8Q/s200/img2.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks were a spectacular sight to see, Something not worth giving a miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this photograph was taken from the internet, i didn't manage to take any photographs due to my forgetfulness. (Ie. I didn't bring my camera!) =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty rough for me these few days, meeting bad customers just wasn't enough, my pay got delayed yet again! Something worth "celebrating"... It's frustrating not to be getting your pay, especially when you're really tight on cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, Sometimes i just feel like i'm a big joke to others. Some seem to play around with my feelings, leaving me confused, not knowing what to do. Then they just leave you alone, without a word, like nothing's ever happened. It feels as though i'm hanging in mid-air. I'm just really sick of all this. So am I just a toy someone plays with, then throws away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I choose to be me for now, as i don't want to get myself hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddest thing is, sometimes, the one who breaks your trust tends to be someone you've known for a long time and thought you could put your trust into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic, human emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-3501013756198941627?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/3501013756198941627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=3501013756198941627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/3501013756198941627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/3501013756198941627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/08/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rscj90mDBcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7zjzR091Y8Q/s72-c/img2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-5200507385405580370</id><published>2007-08-12T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:49.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Baby Charlotte!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8kLJbCWxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/acuh12V-DB4/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097833077133171474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8kLJbCWxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/acuh12V-DB4/s200/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fiqah, Myself and Huiling - Attachment buddies!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8jq5bCWvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ABEgZZ9bk_0/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097832523082390258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8jq5bCWvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ABEgZZ9bk_0/s200/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fidah and I, mad duo 1,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8jrJbCWwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yAxuC8aDwVc/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097832527377357570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8jrJbCWwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yAxuC8aDwVc/s200/DSC01003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shang lao shi and I, Mad duo 2!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8i-pbCWsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/P8EqS5HqVyM/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097831762873178818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8i-pbCWsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/P8EqS5HqVyM/s200/DSC01006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My K2 class (The playful ones)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8i-pbCWtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Y-fA1XTFzuA/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097831762873178834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8i-pbCWtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Y-fA1XTFzuA/s200/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My darlings, Ranen and Jerusha (Ray Ray and Jer Jer)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8i-5bCWuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rEG2RRyP8xI/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097831767168146146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8i-5bCWuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rEG2RRyP8xI/s200/DSC01004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My (Almost complete) ADORABLE K1 class! Missing them all =) (With teacher Ayu by the top left, who never fails to make us laugh with her cold jokes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture says a thousand words, and they were the ones who really made my attachment days there really enjoyable! I miss the children, teachers, everyone! Espicially my little darlings, Jerusha and Ranen! They're really sweet children, I just smile whenever i think of them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8gypbCWoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ao71sMCqGXc/s1600-h/DSC00998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097829357691492994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8gypbCWoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ao71sMCqGXc/s200/DSC00998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8gzZbCWpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/w_X2iUL-2Xk/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097829370576394898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8gzZbCWpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/w_X2iUL-2Xk/s200/DSC01000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really makes a difference doesn't it, lines? This was the gift made for baby charlotte for her first birthday! Thought i'd do something special =) Was really an accomplishment as i managed to complete it in three days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i've one more to go... For my cousin's wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-5200507385405580370?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/5200507385405580370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=5200507385405580370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/5200507385405580370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/5200507385405580370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-baby-charlotte.html' title='Happy Birthday, Baby Charlotte!!'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rr8kLJbCWxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/acuh12V-DB4/s72-c/DSC00995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-984928743948181372</id><published>2007-08-03T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:38:18.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang on</title><content type='html'>Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The going may get tough,&lt;br /&gt;Things may have taken a bad turn,&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, Hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of what you have&lt;br /&gt;Think of those who are around you&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, Hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on, for those that cherish you&lt;br /&gt;Hang on, for those of whom you cherish&lt;br /&gt;Hang on, for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for you&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for everything to be alright&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for your recovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on, dear friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing you,&lt;br /&gt;Madeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-984928743948181372?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/984928743948181372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=984928743948181372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/984928743948181372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/984928743948181372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/08/hang-on.html' title='Hang on'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-7579457991949570522</id><published>2007-08-02T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T10:59:12.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed</title><content type='html'>I just can't stand the way you hurl your words at me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a limit to how much i can just bottle up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's probably the reason why i would prefer to hang out late, work till late, anywhere better than being at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of hearing angry stories the moment i step into the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of your sarcarsm, saying i don't have the time for the family but i do for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see, however, that i make a conscious effort to try to spend time? And the only time I get to spend, you would rather spend telling angry stories or how much of a failure of a person I am and that i don't make an effort to spend time with the family or even bother about who's lying in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you mean it is wrong for me to go visit my friend, who's life is hanging on a thin line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand that most of the time, its not that i don't WANT to take some bloody time off to go visit a relative who just got admitted into hospital, it's just that it's DIFFICULT for me to take time off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never give me a chance to speak. You never give me a chance to air what i think, because you only think that your mindset is absolute. As such i prefer to keep to myself and shut the doors of my heart from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, maybe you just don't see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-7579457991949570522?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/7579457991949570522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=7579457991949570522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/7579457991949570522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/7579457991949570522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/08/pissed.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-2449949720888918263</id><published>2007-07-28T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T11:36:46.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's someone - Brian Mcfadden and Leanne Rimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For those who think that they are nobody, You ARE somebody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And everyday begins the same&lt;br /&gt;get up, go out come back again&lt;br /&gt;same old, same old&lt;br /&gt;a thousand faces pass you by&lt;br /&gt;you never look into their eyes&lt;br /&gt;you feel so ordinary, they feel so ordinary&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hey, everybody's someone, no matter where you come from&lt;br /&gt;There's light in every single star&lt;br /&gt;You're more than who you think you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey, everybody's someone&lt;br /&gt;whern it's hard to hold on&lt;br /&gt;remember that you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;this house is everybody's home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyday day we seem to chase&lt;br /&gt;the perfect smile, the perfect face&lt;br /&gt;same old, same old&lt;br /&gt;for everyone who gets to shine&lt;br /&gt;a million more are left behind&lt;br /&gt;they feel so ordinary, you feel so ordinary&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt; X 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From a king to a common man&lt;br /&gt;we're all part of a greater plan&lt;br /&gt;there's light in every single star&lt;br /&gt;you're more than who you think you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a really good song, that holds plenty of meaning. Everybody's someone, one should never think that he or she serves no purpose in life. But sadly, that's the mentality of many today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you lament too much on the bad things in life, when will we ever have the time to enjoy the good ones? Wouldn't life be more mundane?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a view of the video, click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BePkLgDWdSI"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-2449949720888918263?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/2449949720888918263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=2449949720888918263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2449949720888918263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2449949720888918263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/07/everybodys-someone-brian-mcfadden-and.html' title='Everybody&apos;s someone - Brian Mcfadden and Leanne Rimes'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-6058144572370407702</id><published>2007-07-27T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T08:30:58.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Persona. Boku. 我.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friend: "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a nice girl, lah, very mature, capable of deep-thought, even though it seems like you're very playful at times, i can see those qualities within you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd agree to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity is within evreyone to a certain extent. How mature one is depends on how they think, act and problem solve. For me, I think deep, I think &lt;strong&gt;ALOT&lt;/strong&gt;. But How I act, I wouldn't dare say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking of how others look at me, be it at work, school or when i'm simply just walking down the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel, I socialize with people I meet as much as I can because I want them to know that I am there, especially so at work because I feel quite left out in an all-guy's environment. Probably that's why the occassional crazy behaviours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may see me as someone fun to be with in one side of the lamp, some may see me as a pure nutcase in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are so controversial. They never know what they want, Just like I do. We as humans can barely understand ourselves, let alone another person. What we may know of others may just be the superficial side of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another question pops into my mind, "&lt;em&gt;How can one who starts off as a child, who's thoughts and speech are so limited yet so pure, grow up to be someone so complicated?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a heavier note, attachment's ending next friday, part of me wants to go due to the nature of the job, but the other part of me has already become attached to the people and the children there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me NOT want to leave =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-6058144572370407702?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/6058144572370407702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=6058144572370407702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6058144572370407702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6058144572370407702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/07/persona-boku.html' title='Persona. Boku. 我.'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-4499627964588624519</id><published>2007-07-25T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T06:57:58.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement Day</title><content type='html'>I had my assessment on Tuesday, and.. I Passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well something to celebrate as all of us have been working so hard for it for the past month. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with a good friend today, looks like working life is not easy at all, hearing all the trials and tribulations of the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn politics can get one really fast and furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what makes me wanna go on and study, but yet i'm put off by the distance that i have to travel, but of course, distance shouldn't be an issue for education, It's your future for goodness sake! Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic to be thinking of people who have really hurt you bad, and have misused your trust in them. But yea, I guess i'd rather be alone for now, till I really heal from what you have caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You freaking sonofanass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now i would prefer the company of friends who really love me for who I am, not someone who's a superficial loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-4499627964588624519?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/4499627964588624519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=4499627964588624519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4499627964588624519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4499627964588624519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/07/judgement-day.html' title='Judgement Day'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-2898194176339132820</id><published>2007-07-18T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:49.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Sides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rp4jzD65DnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YmiN12bgYjU/s1600-h/IMG_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088543989107854962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rp4jzD65DnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YmiN12bgYjU/s200/IMG_0187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this guy on youtube recently, while viewing one of my favourite songs, "&lt;em&gt;Far Away" &lt;/em&gt;performed by Nickelback. He did an excellent piano rendition for this song of which you could view &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSFEMI8vQ4w"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most amazing thing about him is that, he plays every song by ear! No sheets, nothing, just plain listening and reproducing on the piano. Brilliant, some people are, If only i could produce such a wonderful rendition. The one i came up with was really simple, but i'll be polishing it up as soon as time permits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what, he's also made a piano version for Ciara's "&lt;em&gt;Like a boy"&lt;/em&gt; (The lyrics were up in the last post) which again, made my jaw drop. It was simply brilliant. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pz680BthHmo&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is his version. In fact i personally thought that he did better on this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog looks pretty messed up at the moment, but will get it fixed up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-2898194176339132820?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/2898194176339132820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=2898194176339132820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2898194176339132820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2898194176339132820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/07/david-sides.html' title='David Sides'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rp4jzD65DnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YmiN12bgYjU/s72-c/IMG_0187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-2787903410984900287</id><published>2007-07-16T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T07:37:03.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Boy - Ciara</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I came across this song on Youtube the other day, the music to it is really good, but when i zoomed into the lyrics, Gee-whiz, Ciara is a strong womanist! The words came out strong and really depicts how I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Verse: 1]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull up your pants (Just Like Em')&lt;br /&gt;Take out the trash (Just Like Em')&lt;br /&gt;getting ya cash like em'&lt;br /&gt;Fast like em'&lt;br /&gt;Girl you outta act like ya dig (What I'm talkin' bout')&lt;br /&gt;Security codes on everything&lt;br /&gt;Vibrate so your phone don't ever ring (Joint Account)&lt;br /&gt;And another one he don't know about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hook]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish we could switch up the roles&lt;br /&gt;And I could be that...&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;But when you call I never get back&lt;br /&gt;Would you ask them questions like me?&lt;br /&gt;Like where you be at?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm out 4 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;On the corner rolling&lt;br /&gt;Doing my own thing, Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I? Had a thing on the side?&lt;br /&gt;Made ya cry?&lt;br /&gt;Would the rules change up?&lt;br /&gt;Or would they still apply?&lt;br /&gt;If I played you like a toy?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Guy Chopped &amp; Screwed Voice]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be getting mad!&lt;br /&gt;What You Mad?&lt;br /&gt;Can't Handle that!&lt;br /&gt;Can't be getting mad!&lt;br /&gt;What you mad?&lt;br /&gt;Can't handle that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Verse: 2]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl go head and be... (Just Like Em')&lt;br /&gt;Go run the streets (Just Like Em')&lt;br /&gt;come home late say sleep like em'&lt;br /&gt;Creep like em'&lt;br /&gt;Front with ya friends&lt;br /&gt;Act hard when you're with em' like em' (What)&lt;br /&gt;Keep a straight face when ya tell a lie&lt;br /&gt;Always keep an air-tight alibi (Keep Him In The Dark)&lt;br /&gt;What he don't know won't break his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hook]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Guy Chopped &amp; Screwed Voice]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was always gone&lt;br /&gt;With the sun getting home (Would Ya Like That?)&lt;br /&gt;Told you I was with my crew&lt;br /&gt;When I knew it wasn't true (Would Ya Like That?)&lt;br /&gt;If I act like you&lt;br /&gt;Walk A mile off in yo shoes (Would Ya Like That?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm messing with your head again&lt;br /&gt;Dose of your own medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Guy Chopped &amp;amp; Screwed Voice]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Outro]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I played you...Would yo like that?&lt;br /&gt;Had friends...Would you like that?&lt;br /&gt;never call?&lt;br /&gt;Would you like that?&lt;br /&gt;Hell naw&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't like that No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Half-Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I made ya cry!&lt;br /&gt;Would they still apply!&lt;br /&gt;What if I... If I played you like a toy&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-2787903410984900287?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/2787903410984900287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=2787903410984900287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2787903410984900287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2787903410984900287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/07/like-boy-ciara.html' title='Like a Boy - Ciara'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-912510458336602881</id><published>2007-07-14T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T12:12:53.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life = Road?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been donky years since I posted my last post, there's so much to say, but as always, it's so difficult to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Attachment's been a great experience, I met brilliant people, absoloutely lovable children and also made good friends, but still, teaching is not what i'm really cut out for, and it's not where my interest lies either. But nurturing young ones is another part of life that one wouldn't wanna miss out, and i'm glad I was able to inspire and get to know the children in the class i'm taking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whilst at attachment, one of the girls doing attachment with me told me that her boyfriend's classmate passed away due to illness, which brings me back to the very thought of how fragile life really is. I noticed, as we grow older in years, we experience so much more. Be it death of someone we know, betrayal, and also a wide array of emotions that are indescribable. Probably that's why most of the time we don't speak of how we feel, maybe it's because we just don't know where to begin. As we grow, we don't verbalise as much as children do, where their intentions are pure and the emotions they know are the very basic ones such as being happy, sad or angry. I guess that's what growing up is all about, and also where wisdom begins to blossom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No one ever said life would be an easy road to drive on. There are so many bumps, but yet there are also smooth routes. It just depends on which part of the road we've reached. It's just so unpredictable, and sometimes it's better to just let the road take you to where you would be going to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, just another facet of life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-912510458336602881?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/912510458336602881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=912510458336602881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/912510458336602881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/912510458336602881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-road.html' title='Life = Road?'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-6373340871766395953</id><published>2007-06-18T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:49.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment Buzz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinfonia Eroica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077430279321417650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="251" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rnan8ArD97I/AAAAAAAAAIc/nPmkwfk0d_c/s200/Sinfonia_Eroica.gif" width="188" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Based on the music composed by acclaimed musician Beethoven, this fluid choreography tells the story of love, hate relationships between guy and girl. Fantastic would be one word to describe it, as the dancers portrayed much spontaniety, merging many genres of dance and humour into an 80 minute show. Really glad we caught this one! Worth every damn penny! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pirates of the Carribean: At world's end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077430283616384962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rnan8QrD98I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Gjhm6kQhsps/s200/POC.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second time i'm catching this show after i previewed it with the company of Wei Hong, Jason and Clarence. But though it's the second time watching this show, it was just as brilliant! Better than the second one in fact. The graphics, accompanied with Hans Zimmer's music, as well as the interesting storyline kept me glued to the screen again! But as we were sitting really near to the screen, i couldn't help but feel sleepy after the show =S Of course, the first one was still the best to watch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shows are made even more enjoyable when you've the company of your good friends! These two shows I had Belle and Ning as accompaniment! Pure ENJOYMENT after all the assignments!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life's good when you're having fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-6373340871766395953?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/6373340871766395953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=6373340871766395953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6373340871766395953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6373340871766395953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/06/entertainment-buzz.html' title='Entertainment Buzz!'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rnan8ArD97I/AAAAAAAAAIc/nPmkwfk0d_c/s72-c/Sinfonia_Eroica.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-3179547719832158878</id><published>2007-06-16T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T09:52:53.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>There are so many things that i've always wanted to do, but time is always the constraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wanna learn Guitar (I've got one, rotting away at home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wanna learn drumming (Prolly will never get the chance to!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dance (Learning, but sometimes you just don't have the energy to go for the lesson? =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Piano (I do play with it, sometimes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... I'll prolly try to cram it in during my hols... I'm trying out guitar, but it's so darn difficult to learn or even reach the strings! Short fingers ARE a problem.. heh heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-3179547719832158878?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/3179547719832158878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=3179547719832158878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/3179547719832158878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/3179547719832158878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-1902573933047666285</id><published>2007-06-12T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:52:11.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My December</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I hope the ring you give her turns her finger green..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly is back! With an array of music that has deviated from her usual style of music. She has turned from angsty, to &lt;strong&gt;ANGRY&lt;/strong&gt;! I'm sure all of us would remember her opening track, Never Again, which shows us a side of Kelly we've never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not everyone can accept this change, I myself miss the old Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of singers, in fact, have been dabbling in a new genre of music of late, RnB seems to have lost it's heat, angry music seems to have taken the baton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh people of late have gotten so angry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me? I'll just take each thing as it comes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-1902573933047666285?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/1902573933047666285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=1902573933047666285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/1902573933047666285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/1902573933047666285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-december.html' title='My December'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-6175705718105190375</id><published>2007-06-12T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:43:39.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Again - Kelly Clarkson</title><content type='html'>I hope the ring you gave to her turns her finger green&lt;br /&gt;I hope when your in bed with her, you think of me&lt;br /&gt;I would never wish bad things, but I don't wish you well&lt;br /&gt;Could you tell, by the flames that burned your words&lt;br /&gt;I never read your letter'&lt;br /&gt;Cos I knew what you'd say&lt;br /&gt;Give me that Sunday school answer&lt;br /&gt;Try and make it all OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it hurt to know&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be there&lt;br /&gt;Bet it sucks, to see my face everywhere&lt;br /&gt;It was you, who chose to end it like you did&lt;br /&gt;I was the last to know&lt;br /&gt;You knew exactly what you were doing&lt;br /&gt;And don't say, you simply lost your way&lt;br /&gt;She may believe you but I never will&lt;br /&gt;Never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she really knows the truth, she deserves you&lt;br /&gt;A trophy wife, oh how cute&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss&lt;br /&gt;But when your day comes, and he's through with you&lt;br /&gt;And he'll be through with you&lt;br /&gt;You'll die together but alone&lt;br /&gt;You wrote me in a letter&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't say it right to my face&lt;br /&gt;Give me that Sunday school answer&lt;br /&gt;Repent yourself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I hear you&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I fall to you&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I want to&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I love you&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-6175705718105190375?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/6175705718105190375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=6175705718105190375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6175705718105190375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6175705718105190375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/06/never-again-kelly-clarkson.html' title='Never Again - Kelly Clarkson'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-6840941358793229004</id><published>2007-06-07T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T08:27:48.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go-Frou Frou</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Drink up baby down&lt;br /&gt;Are you in or are you out?&lt;br /&gt;Leave your things behind'&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all going off without you&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me too busy you're writing your tragedy&lt;br /&gt;These mishaps&lt;br /&gt;You bubble-wrap&lt;br /&gt;When you've no idea what you're like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, let go,let go&lt;br /&gt;Jump in&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;It's all right'&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;So, let go, l-let go&lt;br /&gt;Just get in&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's so amazing here&lt;br /&gt;It's all right'&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gains the more it gives&lt;br /&gt;And then it rises with the fall&lt;br /&gt;So hand me that remote&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that all that stuff's a sideshow?&lt;br /&gt;Such boundless pleasure&lt;br /&gt;We've no time for later&lt;br /&gt;Now you can't awaityour own arrival&lt;br /&gt;You've twenty seconds to comply&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus to End:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-6840941358793229004?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/6840941358793229004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=6840941358793229004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6840941358793229004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6840941358793229004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-go-frou-frou.html' title='Let Go-Frou Frou'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-4238196606792155716</id><published>2007-06-06T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:45:46.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>I will no longer wait for your replies. I'm moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen through everything, your empty words, empty promises, empty relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank god for all my friends, who allow me to realise that there's so much more in life to look forward to than to just look back, to warn me when there may be danger ahead. Thank you my dear people! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of the luckiest people on earth, even when things don't go so well, I'm lucky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-4238196606792155716?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/4238196606792155716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=4238196606792155716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4238196606792155716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4238196606792155716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/06/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-3453952014601256067</id><published>2007-06-06T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:47:35.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was like a bloody toy to you, Someone you could play with" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This had been running through my mind for a number of days, ever since you were too busy to even drop me an SMS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm moving on now, though its something that i really do not want to believe. Even if you don't give me a definite answer, I will just move ahead in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-3453952014601256067?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/3453952014601256067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=3453952014601256067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/3453952014601256067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/3453952014601256067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/06/deception.html' title='Deception'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-4382270387521472450</id><published>2007-05-16T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:15:08.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence - Avril Lavigne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Waking up I see that everything is OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think about the little things that make life great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the best feeling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This innocence is brilliant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that it will stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This moment is perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll hold on to it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found a place so safe, not a single tear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Feel calm, I belong, I'm so happy here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the best feeling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This innocence is brilliant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Makes you wanna cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This innocence is brilliant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please don't go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause I need you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'll hold on to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't you let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some fight and work so hard just to live, while others can just waste their lives away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-4382270387521472450?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/4382270387521472450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=4382270387521472450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4382270387521472450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4382270387521472450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/05/innocence-avril-lavigne.html' title='Innocence - Avril Lavigne'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-4963466688891622279</id><published>2007-05-09T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:57:14.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One will never know when it's their time to go, Unless it has already been planned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the second i'm attending this year, both as unexpected. I never knew that within my poly years, I would lose so much. Of course, I know I have gained as well, but never in my wildest dreams would I know that things that actually meant something to me, would be lost so easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heartache, grief and sorrow is what i'm feeling now, with wonder of why things like these happen. Words can never describe exactly how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But nevertheless, a mark has been etched deep into my mind, heart and soul. A mark that can never be rubbed away so easily just like erasing light pencil marks on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though I was not very close to you, I mourn for your absence. I feel lost, as all was unexpected. I have noticed the distance in your eyes, if only I had put my own self away and bothered more to care for you. If only I had asked, "How has your day been?", or even if it was a simple "Hello" and a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, "If only..." is all too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rest in peace, My friend. You will always be in my thoughts, someone etched into my mind. You will never be forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-4963466688891622279?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/4963466688891622279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=4963466688891622279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4963466688891622279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4963466688891622279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/05/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-6119427807020646780</id><published>2007-05-04T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T10:03:01.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotion-less</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The human mind is always wrought with an array of emotions, sometimes it's just so tiring to think of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, for just one day, I can be a baby again, where there are no frustrations, no thoughts to think about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life does get you at times and at times like these, they wear you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm really not as tough as I may appear. I get EMO-fied. But I'd much rather keep to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Probably, Hopefully, everything would be better tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-6119427807020646780?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/6119427807020646780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=6119427807020646780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6119427807020646780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6119427807020646780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/05/emotion-less.html' title='Emotion-less'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-329609350507496953</id><published>2007-04-27T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:49.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony MP3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately I've been looking at a range of MP3 players by Sony. They've released a new series of players just recently that's really caught my eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RjIkRhFV9KI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JtWk7t3L0js/s1600-h/455184243_c751c3a844.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058148586396972226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RjInVxFV9MI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p3Q9Wu0MhTE/s200/455184243_c751c3a844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was until I spotted this model over the net:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058148586396972242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RjInVxFV9NI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YzoEmjF5u88/s200/472975347_c86f7a5261_o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RjIkRhFV9LI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NRRxZk9z3As/s1600-h/472975347_c86f7a5261_o.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here are the features that really attracted me:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Drag and Drop music transfer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Voice Recording Function&lt;br /&gt;3) OLED colour LCD display&lt;br /&gt;4? Direct USB plug in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's going at an entry-level price, with better features as well as a better design! As such, I shall await the arrival of this model in Singapore till I make a decision.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-329609350507496953?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/329609350507496953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=329609350507496953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/329609350507496953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/329609350507496953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/04/sony-mp3.html' title='Sony MP3'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RjInVxFV9MI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p3Q9Wu0MhTE/s72-c/455184243_c751c3a844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-5492928572911342740</id><published>2007-04-24T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:50.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Guowei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Ri8htRFV9GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/o7QeEz3-aLg/s1600-h/DSC03662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057297968123999330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Ri8htRFV9GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/o7QeEz3-aLg/s200/DSC03662.JPG" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There seem to be alot of birthdays lately. This time, it was the birthday of another colleague of mine, Guowei. His girlfriend threw him a chalet as a birthday gift and he invited the entire shop, Paragon and some others to join in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057297976713933938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Ri8htxFV9HI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ioOloBObML0/s200/DSC03628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a night of fun and laughter, food and drinks. Guowei's parents were really humerous, and hospitable. They really made sure that we had enough food to eat! The best part was when we presented him his gift: An Ipod Nano! We had fun with him as we placed a fake one in the real box and then wrapped it up in many layers of magazine paper. Well all of us laughed as he opened the many layers up, getting all the more irritated as he did so! But of course, we finally presented him with the actual one, only to find out, when he opened it, Max's face stuck on the inner wrapper! (I wrapped the actual one in 2 layers as well, just for the fun of it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057297985303868546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Ri8huRFV9II/AAAAAAAAAHs/B42uuc1MCog/s200/DSC03654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057297989598835858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Ri8huhFV9JI/AAAAAAAAAH0/I0Tu-c2XGhc/s200/DSC03657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After cutting the cake, and as everyone savoured the chocolaty chocolate cake, Kimmy decided to have a cake fight! She smeared cake on Guowei's face, which had him chasing after her and smearing cake on her as well as Max. The results of the fight? The back of my shirt being smeared with cake, and Max having to walk to the bathroom 4 times just to wash his hands! It was hilarious, and by far the chalet in which I had the most fun. Of course i didn't stay long as i had work the next morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aside to all the Birthday celebrations, Belle, Ning and I went on a shopping spree today! We met up at Somerset at 11.30am and walked all the way till 6.30pm! (Sadly, Ning had to leave at 3.30pm) Madness, but great fun! I bought 4 tops for myself and spent the rest on food as well. In the end? Belle and I spent about $100 odd each! But well, it's once in awhile, i guess i won't be buying much in awhile. The magic retail therapy does for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-5492928572911342740?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/5492928572911342740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=5492928572911342740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/5492928572911342740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/5492928572911342740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-guowei.html' title='Happy Birthday, Guowei!'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Ri8htRFV9GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/o7QeEz3-aLg/s72-c/DSC03662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-508407361489053088</id><published>2007-04-18T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T08:54:26.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life, is all about sorting out your differences with one another, You cannot expect anyone and everyone to follow at your whim and fancy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sentence, ironically, was mentioned by my lecturer today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How coincidental&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-508407361489053088?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/508407361489053088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=508407361489053088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/508407361489053088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/508407361489053088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/04/differences-in-life.html' title='Differences in Life'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-9188155895595579983</id><published>2007-04-17T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T06:02:26.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Re·spect - (Noun): &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deference to a right, privilege, privileged position, or someone or something considered to have certain rights or privileges; proper acceptance or courtesy; acknowledgment:&lt;/strong&gt; Respect for a suspect's right to counsel; to show respect for the flag; respect for the elderly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one word that i feel is often misused by others. More often than not, We let our pride take part in the decisions we make more than we allow reality, Just because we feel that one side does not show respect to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so complicated, human emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is normal for humans to err. To let pride and the word respect override the reality of the present, is but another stupid act to do. But then again, being the prideful creatures that we are, our emotions are normally being taken over by the more illogical senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's another emotion, called anger, which takes over our mind and logic to reason, when anger surfaces. This is the emotion that often causes people to fall out with one another, for one to bang things on the table, for one to kill another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An.ger - (Noun):&lt;strong&gt; A strong feeling of displeasure and belligerence aroused by a wrong; wrath;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger, Pride, Respect. I'm quite sick and tired to see people fighting over or being pissed of over such minor matters. It only shows how childish and immature the person's thinking is. I admit I am immature at times, but I am, at least, making a concious effort to try and change the way I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-9188155895595579983?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/9188155895595579983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=9188155895595579983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/9188155895595579983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/9188155895595579983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/04/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-896207971819993640</id><published>2007-04-13T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:50.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rh-h2oIIoyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K2vl2BZFEAo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052935266789532450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="236" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rh-h2oIIoyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K2vl2BZFEAo/s200/untitled.bmp" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Words can never describe this exhilerating experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sets, the costumes, the backdrops, and not forgetting, the music that filled the esplanade hall were astoundingly brilliant! Despite the strong lighting that blinded us for a moment or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Catching The &lt;em&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/em&gt; with Isabelle, Jasmine and Serene also marked my first time in the Esplanade Theatres. Who would have thought that the island-renown "Durain" was filled with so much sophistication coupled with a touch of class to it. Definitly does not fit the given nickname. As "Durian" as it may seem on the outside, you're sure to change your mind the moment you step into the Esplanade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jasmine and I, being first-timers in the Esplanade Theatre hall, were given a grand tour around the different levels by Belle and Serene, a chance that you don't get everyday (A benefit when you've got friends working there). We even had a shot of champagne each during intermission!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/em&gt; was definitely worth every single cent, and if I ever had the chance, I would go catch it again. But for now, the next production i'm looking forward to is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swan Lake On Ice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-896207971819993640?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/896207971819993640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=896207971819993640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/896207971819993640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/896207971819993640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/04/phantom-of-opera.html' title='The Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rh-h2oIIoyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K2vl2BZFEAo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-8362937678663330898</id><published>2007-04-06T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:50.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The past month has been really interesting. These few weeks, i've been bumping into my old friends, those of which i've lost contact with for a good number of years. And i managed to bump into them at my workplace! How interesting, the way our paths cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050366517109157378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RhaBlt3RbgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ijyOgRwiz0E/s200/DSC09591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aside to all the reunion, Its FINALLY finished! I've been trying to complete this cross stitch design for the past few months, and finally it's done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The irony is, I managed to complete Cassandra's one (Which was almost as twice as big) in a matter of 8 days! I guess it's always the motivation that you need to have in no matter what you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But i've seemed to lost my aim in life, I just can't help but wonder, where will my future lead me to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe, I'll take things one step at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-8362937678663330898?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/8362937678663330898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=8362937678663330898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/8362937678663330898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/8362937678663330898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/04/aim.html' title='Aim'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RhaBlt3RbgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ijyOgRwiz0E/s72-c/DSC09591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-2193469775423844111</id><published>2007-04-01T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:51.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Terence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's kind of cool when your birhtday falls on April Fool's Day, Probably that's why it makes him a really good joker who never fails to make you smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Terence's Birthday today, so we decided to give him a little surprise by getting him a little cake before he went off to join his girlfriend for his birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rg_UrfgEjBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z7yNzEzqZfQ/s1600-h/DSC09585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048487550961093650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rg_UrfgEjBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z7yNzEzqZfQ/s200/DSC09585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rg_UrvgEjCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mbdxrRQAbZk/s1600-h/DSC09586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048487555256060962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rg_UrvgEjCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mbdxrRQAbZk/s200/DSC09586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rg_UrvgEjDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5Af6XRaVuBc/s1600-h/DSC09588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048487555256060978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rg_UrvgEjDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5Af6XRaVuBc/s200/DSC09588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He did a fine job cutting the cake (and the strawberries) into equal pieces, and we all had an equal share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top off this post, Happy Birthday, Terence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-2193469775423844111?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/2193469775423844111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=2193469775423844111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2193469775423844111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2193469775423844111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-terence.html' title='Happy Birthday, Terence!'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rg_UrfgEjBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z7yNzEzqZfQ/s72-c/DSC09585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-440652294472183282</id><published>2007-03-24T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:51.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lau Pa Sat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took my usual bus route home today from Bishan Bus Interchange, and I was greeted with a rather shocking scene. The bus looked entirely different from the norm! These are the buses specially furnished by courtesy of Nokia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045533712628758002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RgVWLeN-tfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZQtU_chzQ94/s200/DSC09582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The backseats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045533716923725314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RgVWLuN-tgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ROTg3shkvzM/s200/DSC09583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The frontseats&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sitting in a lavishly furnished bus with the seats splashed with the elegance of white really created a classy atmosphere, really something that you don't get to see (Or sit in) everyday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aside to that, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Huishan came back from Japan this week to spend her holidays, and the gang met up once again (After a long while). It really brought back memories of the time where we still conquered Sony Gallery Orchard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;How melancholic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But yep, it always gives you the feeling of melancholy whenever you meet up with your old pals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We ate, we drank, and we chatted into the night, of course we took snapshots too! Huishan, Joelen and I were the earliest, followed by Chris, then the others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045538080610498066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RgVaJuN-thI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NMOaapi5L98/s200/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045538089200432674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RgVaKON-tiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FaZiM97zGuo/s200/DSC00366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045538097790367282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RgVaKuN-tjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AF0wPG8yLV0/s200/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chris here seemed rather happy to see us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045538647546181186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RgVaquN-tkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z6wayyDxz7Q/s200/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And a last group photo before we left the place&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's funny how everyone's paths cross, and how everyone parts their ways eventually. It's always up to the human spirit to keep the flame of friendship burning, and it definitely takes effort from both sides.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As Nelly Furtardo sings, "&lt;em&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-440652294472183282?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/440652294472183282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=440652294472183282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/440652294472183282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/440652294472183282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/03/lau-pa-sat.html' title='Lau Pa Sat'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RgVWLeN-tfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZQtU_chzQ94/s72-c/DSC09582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-364848711760498932</id><published>2007-03-18T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:52.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One litre of tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rf1b1_eHVvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0iknruN6Eyg/s1600-h/1litreoftears_reloaded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043288140853761778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rf1b1_eHVvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0iknruN6Eyg/s200/1litreoftears_reloaded.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Just being alive is such a wonderful thing - Aya Kito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 litre of Tears is a Japanese drama based on the true story of Aya Kito who was diaognised with Spinocerebellar Degeneration at the age of 15. Since then, She kept writing in her diary to remember her experiences until she could no longer hold a pen. Aya simply wished to live until the end of her life, and the purpose of writing in the diary was to remind herself to not give up. She shed tears many times, at the same time encompassed by the rich love and support from her family and friends.&lt;/p&gt;The drama brought out the essence of the message they wanted to portray - That life was precious. The simple yet realistic plot also showed the harsh and cruel society that we live in today. But it also showed that no matter what happens, one must always have the will to live and move on, for time never stops ticking, the world never stops revolving. It is you that will stop the track you want to lead, no others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Versus Death. A contraversial topic with different perceptions. There's always the irony where those who want to live so badly, die, and those who are blessed with the gift of life, choose to end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other side of suffering&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone feels pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But surely, after suffering, satisfaction will arrive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even with sports, studying or other ordeals with life, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like that for everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we can beat the pain, on the other side, a rainbow of happiness awaits us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That will definitely become a treasure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's believe in that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step by step&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my existence seems to disapear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will look for the place where i can do the best i can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From now on, i'll deliberate slowly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't be impatient, I won't be greedy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't give up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because everyone takes things step by step &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I really need to brush up on my writing... I don't feel I write as well as I used to...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-364848711760498932?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/364848711760498932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=364848711760498932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/364848711760498932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/364848711760498932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-litre-of-tears.html' title='One litre of tears'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rf1b1_eHVvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0iknruN6Eyg/s72-c/1litreoftears_reloaded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-969785985661158267</id><published>2007-03-13T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:53.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Joys of celebrating the birthdays of my friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met up with Belle and Ivana on monday night after work to celebrate Ivana's birthday! She's 19 years old now. Officially a year older than me before my birthday comes in another 7 months! (Hur hur...) But sadly, Ning couldn't make it. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had dinner at Sakae Sushi and each had our turn at talking about the funny and infuriating moments we've had at work. Its always fun to be complaining together with the right company!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We took a couple of shots before we decided to foot the bill (Which wasn't really expensive at all for we only had 15 plates of sushi altogether!) It was too bad that we had to part so early as all of us were tired out from a day's work and had to go back to work the very next day as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041426014832907842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rfa-P_eHVkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/L2katZ7P8Gg/s200/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Belle and I while waiting for our star to come&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041428780791846578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RfbAw_eHVrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5zb2jG8jWx8/s200/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ivana and Belle posing for a shot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041426019127875154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rfa-QPeHVlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1HRIYBWtrDY/s200/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The food we ate from the platters!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041426023422842466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rfa-QfeHVmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2qa4MfrKl1A/s200/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The "Incomplete" Gang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041427320502965874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rfa_b_eHVnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YM7YF8PfhW0/s200/DSC00304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The card&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041427324797933186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rfa_cPeHVoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/amNmjd5q08g/s200/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ivana opening her gift...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041427329092900498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rfa_cfeHVpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Onktkr-xuaY/s200/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ivana sees her gift&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041427333387867810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rfa_cveHVqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JgzGT1n38SE/s200/DSC00313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And cries tears of joy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And so we left the place and headed home, where another surprise was awaiting her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A cake was brought to the table as the birthday girl hid in her room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041428785086813890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RfbAxPeHVsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Crh7ZTQCEto/s200/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041428793676748498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RfbAxveHVtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qtE60PgjHTY/s200/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041428797971715810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RfbAx_eHVuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QjzPeNk5qUM/s200/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that was the end of the day. Not just any other day, but the day we celebrated my good ol' friend's birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aside to all that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm YEARNING for a PS3 windbreaker...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-969785985661158267?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/969785985661158267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=969785985661158267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/969785985661158267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/969785985661158267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthday-fun.html' title='Birthday Fun'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rfa-P_eHVkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/L2katZ7P8Gg/s72-c/DSC00290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-7284313744697975425</id><published>2007-03-07T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:54.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence = Null?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; "You all should do something about the long queue (Pointing to Sony Ericsson)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "For Sony Ericsson and Sony Gallery, We are actually two different shops."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; "And how is one supposed to know?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Well, Now you do. (Biatch)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attitudes of Singaporeans nowadays are just terrible. And I only told her that surfing the net (On our Laptops) was not allowed! I'm also ashamed myself as a Singaporean to say that I really feel that the intelligence of people seem to be dropping, especially within these recent weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Monday, Someone pointed to a glass panel and asked his wife if that was the exit, whilst another asked me to decipher the Japanese (Kanji) words in a Playstation 2 Game for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupidity of the many customers i see everyday never fails to leave me in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be just me, or it's just the air that we're breathing that is causing the massive intelligence drop in people. Or it may be the high-standard education in Singapore that is getting to the people's heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, putting those of-whom-do-not-concern-me aside, the FTP gang went to Swensens on Monday as we were closed early for the Isetan Dinner and Dance! Well the Full-timers had other things to do before dinner, so the part-timers (Wee Hong, Jason and I) had loads of time to burn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We treated ourselves to Old Chang Kee's curry puffs, had Tea at Ah Mei before heading down to Swensens to book places for the gang. Before which we took some rather crazy shots outside of paragon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7i4_02KhI/AAAAAAAAADY/bA8OohDEkGw/s1600-h/DSC03449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039214501907802642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7i4_02KhI/AAAAAAAAADY/bA8OohDEkGw/s200/DSC03449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7i5f02KiI/AAAAAAAAADg/87-8Ks3ev5c/s1600-h/DSC03451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039214510497737250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7i5f02KiI/AAAAAAAAADg/87-8Ks3ev5c/s200/DSC03451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7i6f02KkI/AAAAAAAAADw/PiV9dRnmrAY/s1600-h/DSC03510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039214527677606466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7i6f02KkI/AAAAAAAAADw/PiV9dRnmrAY/s200/DSC03510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7i5v02KjI/AAAAAAAAADo/xU6Uuka7pOA/s1600-h/DSC03453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039214514792704562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7i5v02KjI/AAAAAAAAADo/xU6Uuka7pOA/s200/DSC03453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wee Hong preferred taking the shots, so Jason and I ended up doing the silly stuff, &lt;strong&gt;in the middle of Orchard Road!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Swensens, We waited a little more when Cassandra arrived too! We spent quite a bit of time catching up with each other and cam-whoring a little bit more too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7lY_02KlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/v2kgGMo4ViU/s1600-h/DSC03458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039217250686872146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7lY_02KlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/v2kgGMo4ViU/s200/DSC03458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7lZf02KmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zGsYOaVuPrs/s1600-h/DSC03463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039217259276806754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7lZf02KmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zGsYOaVuPrs/s200/DSC03463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7lZ_02KnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ueg9bO5Qmcw/s1600-h/DSC03478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039217267866741362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7lZ_02KnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ueg9bO5Qmcw/s200/DSC03478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7laf02KoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7w3gScAM3wA/s1600-h/DSC03480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039217276456675970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7laf02KoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7w3gScAM3wA/s200/DSC03480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost 2 Hours of waiting for the rest to come (Which included satisfying our hungry stomachs with fries and calamari rings and water) the gang arrived! And we took a group photo, though it was incomplete, but that was all there was to it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7mvv02KpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XMeAeOuCNaQ/s1600-h/DSC03505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039218741040523922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7mvv02KpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XMeAeOuCNaQ/s200/DSC03505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was a hearty meal full of jokes and laughter, and one of the many gatherings in Sony that i've enjoyed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I really Hope that there is more of this to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-7284313744697975425?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/7284313744697975425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=7284313744697975425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/7284313744697975425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/7284313744697975425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/03/intelligence-null.html' title='Intelligence = Null?'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Re7i4_02KhI/AAAAAAAAADY/bA8OohDEkGw/s72-c/DSC03449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-1306985871981723965</id><published>2007-02-27T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:55.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial</title><content type='html'>Exams have ended, work has started, and finally I've the time to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retail just takes up so much of your energy sometimes, you just want to rot away the moment you reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday marked the last day of work in Sony Gallery for one of my close colleague, Cassandra. The two of us really looked out for each other back in work, and i'm really going to miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and I decided to make her last day a memorable one, or rather, let her know that all of us would miss her back at SGO. Cassandra was presented with a purple Adidas bag (With courtesy of Louis, Max, Richard, GuoWei and Karen herself). I made her a cross stitch set which marked our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of her days in SGO = End of friendship? Well, definitely not, for we'll be joining dance together again! That's soon I hope, for i really wanna dance, BAD&lt;br /&gt;Well, to end off, here are shots of the cross-stitching process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/ReRnWPVixeI/AAAAAAAAACc/iSZbhXg1Bss/s1600-h/DSC09545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036263915078731234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/ReRnWPVixeI/AAAAAAAAACc/iSZbhXg1Bss/s400/DSC09545.JPG" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               Day 2&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/ReRnWvVixfI/AAAAAAAAACk/n6sajiEbJi0/s1600-h/DSC09551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036263923668665842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/ReRnWvVixfI/AAAAAAAAACk/n6sajiEbJi0/s400/DSC09551.JPG" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                  Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/ReRnW_VixgI/AAAAAAAAACs/fY2jMxcE9IA/s1600-h/DSC09559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036263927963633154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="346" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/ReRnW_VixgI/AAAAAAAAACs/fY2jMxcE9IA/s400/DSC09559.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                Day 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/ReRnW_VixhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SSe_YwV8pgM/s1600-h/DSC09564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036263927963633170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/ReRnW_VixhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SSe_YwV8pgM/s400/DSC09564.JPG" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                Day 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/ReRnXPVixiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OOcSBOpQuWA/s1600-h/DSC09568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036263932258600482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/ReRnXPVixiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OOcSBOpQuWA/s400/DSC09568.JPG" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Day 8 (The final Product)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it took me about a week to complete it, and that includes hours of sitting on the chair and late nights as well! But i'm glad she liked it overall, and its really an accomplishment for me, for this is the first "BIG" piece that i made. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart's been heavy lately, I hope everything will fall into place soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-1306985871981723965?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/1306985871981723965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=1306985871981723965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/1306985871981723965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/1306985871981723965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/02/denial.html' title='Denial'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/ReRnWPVixeI/AAAAAAAAACc/iSZbhXg1Bss/s72-c/DSC09545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-6307077748985034274</id><published>2007-02-15T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:55.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, HaoJing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RdSETwWZzkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LV-AYdC_B0E/s1600-h/happy-birthday+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031792158610935362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RdSETwWZzkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LV-AYdC_B0E/s400/happy-birthday+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As per your request, Happy Birthday HaoJing (AKA BIG sotong). haha. It's been more than 3 years of friendship since we first met, and in counting! =) May this year be filled with much Joy and Happiness, and may you have success in all you do! THIS POST IS FOR YOU! (So don't beat me up, okay) Have a brilliant year ahead of you! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-6307077748985034274?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/6307077748985034274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=6307077748985034274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6307077748985034274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6307077748985034274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-haojing.html' title='Happy Birthday, HaoJing!'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RdSETwWZzkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LV-AYdC_B0E/s72-c/happy-birthday+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-7727997458282945487</id><published>2007-02-13T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:55.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RdHOpAWZzjI/AAAAAAAAACE/xxIym1VIsbU/s1600-h/Scandal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031029462613478962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RdHOpAWZzjI/AAAAAAAAACE/xxIym1VIsbU/s400/Scandal.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RdHN2gWZziI/AAAAAAAAAB4/baj3q6PM92Y/s1600-h/Scandal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've grown to like this particular duo whilst mugging for my exams. If you have heard of the once popular korean boyband H.O.T who sung &lt;em&gt;A Song for a lady&lt;/em&gt; in the korean drama series that rocked the nation, &lt;em&gt;Autumn in my Heart&lt;/em&gt;, and the boyband that starred in the popular Taiwanese drama sequel, Meteor Garden, you might have seen them. Yes, Lead Singer for the Korean boyband, Kangta and F4's Vanness Wu have joined hands (As in &lt;u&gt;collaborate&lt;/u&gt;, mind you), combining both Korean and chinese music to bring you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scandal, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a mix of hip hop, ballad and R &amp; B. Their album never caught my eye when it was launched late last year, as i thought it was not an album spending on, or even looking at. But that was until I came across a video featuring their songs on Youtube. It's catchy, and well, their dance moves are really good. Ha ha. Its amazing how both guys were able to sing the different languages (Korean singing chinese and vice versa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said and done, Its the end of the examinations and the official start of the holidays! Meeting up with Isabelle, See Ning and Ivana tomorrow to celebrate Valentine's day. I'm sure it's gonna be real fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNsZ7Qrk-sQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNsZ7Qrk-sQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;127 days and Scandal performed by Kangta &amp;amp; Vanness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-7727997458282945487?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/7727997458282945487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=7727997458282945487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/7727997458282945487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/7727997458282945487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/02/scandal.html' title='Scandal!'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RdHOpAWZzjI/AAAAAAAAACE/xxIym1VIsbU/s72-c/Scandal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-934623292309553428</id><published>2007-02-03T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:21:53.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concrete Angel</title><content type='html'>This song really captures my heart. &lt;em&gt;Concrete Angel&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Martina McBride&lt;/strong&gt; depicts the story of a young girl who was a victim of domestic violence, who's life was ended by her own mother. It's really sad to know that things like that &lt;strong&gt;DO EXIST&lt;/strong&gt;. But the song also depicts the strength of the girl's heart, though it had already been shattered to pieces by her mother.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their very own strength of the heart. And as long as we keep that strength, no hurdle is too high to jump over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QrI3e2U8O6E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QrI3e2U8O6E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She walks to school with the lunch she packed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody knows what she's holdin' back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterdayS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he hides the bruises with linen and lace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to see the pain behind the mask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bearing the burden of a secret storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes she wishes she was never born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the wind and the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She stands hard as a stone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a world that she can't rise above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But her dreams give her wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she flies to a place where she's loved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concrete angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody cries in the middle of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When morning comes it'll be too lateRepeat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A statue stands in a shaded place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An angel girl with an upturned face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A name is written on a polished rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A broken heart that the world forgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-934623292309553428?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/934623292309553428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=934623292309553428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/934623292309553428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/934623292309553428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/02/concrete-angel.html' title='Concrete Angel'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-7129951477774677274</id><published>2007-01-30T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T02:24:56.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've learnt how to spend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;list 3 improvements for this module&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. More constructive feedback/ suggestions on questions posed to the lecturer&lt;br /&gt;2. Clear guidelines on what is to be done/ task assignment&lt;br /&gt;3. Probably students could be allocated with a sum of money for them to purchase materials for their learning corners (ie. Reimbursement). We are only students, of which some do not have the financial ability. Raw materials need money too, and I don't think it's fair for us to have to pay school fees and yet buy our own materials for our assignments as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What skills have you learned from this module?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Time management&lt;br /&gt;2. How to plan my lessons more effiiciently and how I can make the lesson more interesting for children&lt;br /&gt;3. How to spend money on learning corners (Money management, maybe?) Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is the feedback I gave when i was supposed to do a module evaluation for field practicum. Not that i'm being all squabbly over money matters, I just feel that it's really unfair for students to have to spend so much money over assignments (The materials and all). It's not like everyone studying in Ngee Ann Polytechnic is rich, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, It's been busy, busy and busier. I just can't wait till thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I'm &lt;strong&gt;UP TO MY NECK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-7129951477774677274?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/7129951477774677274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=7129951477774677274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/7129951477774677274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/7129951477774677274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-learnt-how-to-spend.html' title='I&apos;ve learnt how to spend?'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-8719772621987484992</id><published>2007-01-25T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:55.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind every mask, there is always a story to tell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how many layers we have lay upon our skin to hide our true inner self, that layer will crack one day, and you will show who you really are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can seem like the most bubbly, happy person to others. But deep inside that outer shell, you are going through worry and pain. Sometimes it is that difficult to let go of problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, they haunt you for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I bumped into a friend. I wouldn't really call him a friend, he's more of a colleague, for he's a security guard in the place where I work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's the kind of person where, on first glance, think he's the kind with no worries, and is always happy, for he greets everyone he sees with his heartwarming smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always thought the same way too, till i looked into his eyes today as we bumped into each other in the MRT station and so happened we were going in the same direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His eyes, were filled with much worry and sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the chinese saying always goes, &lt;em&gt;家家有本难念的竟. (Forgive me for the wrong characters. My chinese is not that of excellence) &lt;/em&gt;This saying means, that in every family, there is an untold story. No one ever knows what people around have gone through, and that is because, all of us wear a mask to hide our true selves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing my friend tear in front of me as he spoke of his troubles really saddened me as well. Somehow, his pain resonated, and i could really feel it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This really drives me even further to my aspiration &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Putting unhappy thoughts aside, I had a really great day, be it with project work, or celebrating Yi En's birthday! We had dinner at the once-known-to-be Marche-but-has-changed-its-name-to-Village. Though we spent alot (And drank quite a bit too), we had fun. And I hope that more days of this would come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024002042509306338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbjXPUaaqeI/AAAAAAAAABg/tw69Kk8hkI4/s400/DSC09487.JPG" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Cow at the entrance to the restaurant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024002046804273650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="79" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbjXPkaaqfI/AAAAAAAAABo/Lx-4cfBMvak/s400/DSC09486.JPG" width="71" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This came off Yi En's Cake (Happy 19th to you my dear girl! =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today has definitely been a fruitful day for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-8719772621987484992?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/8719772621987484992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=8719772621987484992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/8719772621987484992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/8719772621987484992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/01/mask.html' title='The Mask'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbjXPUaaqeI/AAAAAAAAABg/tw69Kk8hkI4/s72-c/DSC09487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-4735287652020689113</id><published>2007-01-24T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:56.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Vaio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's probably my ears, or just mere hallucination. But lately i've been hearing noises... Noises that are rather disturbing, with the &lt;em&gt;Click, clack, click &lt;/em&gt;resonating in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not hallucination, nor is there any problem with my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the sound of fingernails on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been busy for many of us polytechnic undergrads lately, with the seemingly endless deadlines to meet, personal issues to settle, friendships to maintain, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hectic, No one even has time for themself. But then again, time is also what you make of it yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished a book recently, titled &lt;em&gt;The five people you meet in Heaven&lt;/em&gt; by Mitch Albom. Yes, he's the same author to the number one seller &lt;em&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie. &lt;/em&gt;The book, I had to admit, was really good. Here's a rough synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eddie, on his 84th birthday, dies in an unfortunate accident whilst trying to save a girl. He goes to heaven, and meets five people whom he had touched, directly and indirectly. This story of Albom's teaches us on what really matters in life and how everything we do would affect ourselves and others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023622131177138642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rbd9tkaaqdI/AAAAAAAAABU/qgTrGDE-2oA/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is our purpose here on earth? Well, Albom believes that you find the answers to all that when you meet your five people in Heaven. The book really took me on an inspirational Journey and taught me more about life and death. It's a really good read which i'd recommend to those out there who enjoy the same genres as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I mispronounced my laptop for a cellphone in mandrin yesterday. This has become the new joke of the days and many many days to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say, "&lt;em&gt;Hello, Vaio?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-4735287652020689113?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/4735287652020689113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=4735287652020689113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4735287652020689113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/4735287652020689113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-vaio.html' title='Hello, Vaio?'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/Rbd9tkaaqdI/AAAAAAAAABU/qgTrGDE-2oA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-3362191013974223814</id><published>2007-01-21T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T08:14:23.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The book and it's cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You walk into a bookshop. And the first thing that catches your eye is a cover that is brilliantly illustrated, with beautiful designs and vibrant colours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when you open it, and read it's contents, It's nothing but shallow knowledge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beside it, you see another book, designed with nothing but a blank cover with the title imprinted on it. It is anything but catchy and attractive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when you pick it up and open it, you feel lost in it's world of imagination. The content was nothing you ever imagined &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think back on my younger years (Not that i'm very old, anyway) and reflect, i know that I tend to judge people based on their covers. I never bother to look into the hearts of people, as well as mine, to tell myself who they really are beneath those layers that cover them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that one should never be judged based on first impression alone. I know now that humans, in general, can be that complicated a species. We never know what they're really hiding underneath those layers of paint that they have painted upon themselves. To know who someone really is, you have to KNOW the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always judged people based on what I see, what I hear, and more often than not, it's because of what I see on the &lt;strong&gt;SURFACE.&lt;/strong&gt; It's so superficial. Sometimes, I scare myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to have prata with Jason, Xiao di (Bernard) and Wei Hong after work today. But due to the unforseen circumstance of Jason feeling unwell, we had to call it off. BUT! There is a make up session next saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hooked onto a old japanese song lately, &lt;em&gt;"First Love"&lt;/em&gt; by Utada Hikaru. It's been around for a long long time already, yet when i listen to it, i still feel the strength of the song. No doubt i don't understand the words and all but, i just feel the emotion in the song. Probably it's her vocals. Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, i can finally... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-3362191013974223814?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/3362191013974223814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=3362191013974223814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/3362191013974223814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/3362191013974223814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/01/book-and-its-cover.html' title='The book and it&apos;s cover'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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-4919531034893868025.post-2192051055455667278</id><published>2007-01-20T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:56.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Teasers</title><content type='html'>To start off my post, here are some optical illusions that I recieved in an Email!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbJKeEaaqZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Sm1L9La8_iE/s1600-h/opticalillusion.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022158414912596370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 51px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="55" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbJKeEaaqZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Sm1L9La8_iE/s400/opticalillusion.bmp" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbJKeEaaqaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NXugxpFrmRM/s1600-h/teachlearn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022158414912596386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbJKeEaaqaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NXugxpFrmRM/s400/teachlearn.bmp" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbJKeEaaqbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dfZGD1dQEvA/s1600-h/untitledgoodevil.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022158414912596402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="108" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbJKeEaaqbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dfZGD1dQEvA/s400/untitledgoodevil.bmp" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbJKeUaaqcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FLQBtOeG7BI/s1600-h/meyou.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022158419207563714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbJKeUaaqcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FLQBtOeG7BI/s400/meyou.bmp" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like these Illusions, we are, more often than not, fooled by our own eyes. What may seem to be true at first, may turn out to be just mere deception. Then again, it is through this deception point where we learn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to see what others have to offer for us as well as what we've got to offer them. It's all about giving and taking, isn't it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sell my 1 GB memory stick soon... So I can get a 2 GB... And store a game that i've been hooked onto lately at the shop: &lt;em&gt;DJ MAX&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy oh boy do I have THINGS to keep me occupied this holiday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-2192051055455667278?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/2192051055455667278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=2192051055455667278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2192051055455667278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/2192051055455667278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/01/eye-teasers.html' title='Eye Teasers'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</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/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbJKeEaaqZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Sm1L9La8_iE/s72-c/opticalillusion.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4919531034893868025.post-6239916269677501388</id><published>2007-01-19T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:57.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>I shall start off my first post on my new blog with a quote from the movie, "&lt;em&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is only when you learn to die, will you learn to live"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this movie back when i was still in my first semester in year 2. It was definitely one movie that had instilled thoughts that kept churning in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i watched it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i would say, after watching it once (And shedding lots of tears), and reading the book, I didn't show much emotion the second time i watched this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go on, here's a rough synopsis of the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morrie is a professor specialising in Sociology at a university. Mitch Albom is a man with a career that keeps him on his toes most of the time, and his life was pretty much filled with deadlines. He had made a promise to his good old professor that he would keep in contact with him after graduation, but this was a promise he failed to keep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16 years later, Mitch learns that Morrie is suffering from Lou Gherig's Disease and won't live for long. He finally makes a trip down to see his Professor, who teaches him the last and final lesson on life and all it's big questions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's most important lesson is just about to begin, and classes were on Tuesdays, held at Morrie's humble abode&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021811703677626754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbEPI0aaqYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bjXAPRQ-FT4/s320/images2.jpg" width="81" border="0" /&gt;The Movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021811703677626738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbEPI0aaqXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bdxlxE5K3NU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times we will stop to think, "Just what is the meaning of life, and what has life got in store for us?" "Why are we put through so much, while others don't go through as much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do people choose to do things that we never thought we would do in the right state of mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are questions that we would ponder upon time and again as our life flashes by. But yet, there are so many different answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in reality, life, to me, seems like a route with many choices. Everyone takes a route different from the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended my last blog because i chose to, and I started this blog, because I chose to start it up again. I love to write, and thus, the result of my choice - This blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This burns down to one word: &lt;strong&gt;Choices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4919531034893868025-6239916269677501388?l=madhatterscove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/feeds/6239916269677501388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4919531034893868025&amp;postID=6239916269677501388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6239916269677501388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4919531034893868025/posts/default/6239916269677501388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhatterscove.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first-post.html' title='My first post'/><author><name>LiBrA_sTaR_gAl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945715275734550630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYHdZeXF3WE/RbEPI0aaqYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bjXAPRQ-FT4/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
