<?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-8811745</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:49:02.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Perspective</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811745.post-112688262029249201</id><published>2005-09-16T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:57:00.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change blog URL</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my past blogs and they brought me both happy and painful memories. Actually, I regretted deleting my previous blog and so I do not want to regret again by deleting this blog that consist of 222 post. I will keep this blog, but still, I want to open a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new start. To move on, I have to let go of the past. Not that I have to forget them, but for the least, I have to move forward. It is impossible to delete memories. We humans are no computers, therefore, I can only create a new folder to keep memories of another chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once wrote a fairytale story but it ended with a wrong note. Though, I still believe in fairytales and here I am writing another story. I pray really hard that this story ends with a right note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless! And to my buddy, I wish and pray that you'll soon find your Mr. Right. Stay happy forever and ever and ever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightz. This will be the last post for this bloggy. I'm off to my new blog. Take care my sweeties and cya.... Wink!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112688262029249201?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112688262029249201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112688262029249201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112688262029249201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112688262029249201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/09/change-blog-url.html' title='Change blog URL'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811745.post-112636464482805243</id><published>2005-09-10T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T08:04:04.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Games</title><content type='html'>All you have is games games and still games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112636464482805243?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112636464482805243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112636464482805243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112636464482805243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112636464482805243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/09/games.html' title='Games'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112636396832274981</id><published>2005-09-10T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T07:52:48.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skating Falling Geez</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Skating Falling Geez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a whole load of fun ice-skating. None of us were big league. All beginners. Though, we had fun watching one another FALL. Muahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4546.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus. How short I am, now that I notice. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4556.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah! ~Sweet Sweet us~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4554.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4574.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my iceland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4576.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Kirby, don't act kool. Look at the camera PLEASE!!! Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4595.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken just look tired out. What a panda he is???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4599.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goody boy, Muack! Love ya baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4579.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave yea! Yesh, my sweetie boy.... Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4555.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kirby Baby... I always says his name sounds like BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4570.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best photo of all. I just so like that orientation of this pix.&lt;br /&gt;Ai Zai!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112636396832274981?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112636396832274981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112636396832274981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112636396832274981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112636396832274981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/09/skating-falling-geez.html' title='Skating Falling Geez'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112633400993167868</id><published>2005-09-09T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:33:29.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with the boys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Outing with the boys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/3a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/4a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/5a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/6a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really fun day out with you guys! Wink!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112633400993167868?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112633400993167868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112633400993167868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112633400993167868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112633400993167868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/09/outing-with-boys.html' title='Outing with the boys...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112613960156399758</id><published>2005-09-08T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:33:21.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly Acts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ugly Acts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lousy thoughts ran through my mind through the night that snatches the sweet dreams I thought I may have. Perhaps I'm too sensitive, perhaps those thoughts were never true. I hope I gather my throughts right and let these sweep pass my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just so deem liars. How ironic, cause everyone lies and I lied too, so who am I to not forgive someone who lies? Whatever Everwhat, I hate liars. I just hate being hidden from the truth. So if you are hidding anything from me, better spell it out soon. If truth are hidden too long and worst, I find them out myself, things are going to be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just so deem people who break promises, who cares if they are big or small promises, still a promise. Don't promise if you can't fufill them cause it hurts when promises are taken for granted. For the least, I'm hurt when what's promised to me were broken. Don't come out with bullshit like "Promise are meant to be broken, just like rules".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who lie to me. I detest people who break promises. I thought being honest and holding promises are only the moral way to do things? Why, still, no one cares enough to ensure all these minimum moral integreties are kept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112613960156399758?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112613960156399758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112613960156399758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112613960156399758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112613960156399758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/09/ugly-acts.html' title='The Ugly Acts'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112591484993476529</id><published>2005-09-05T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T03:07:29.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holiday???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of September has been such a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 5th day of September. It's a holiday month. A break supposingly but I'm not enjoying it. It's a drag because I'm not doing anything, because not spending my holiday to it's brim, because I'm wasting this holiday. All my holidays used to be fruitful and full of surprises, but not this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I rot at home, watching VCD. Is there something more attractive then this I may indulge in? I have a lovable brother and boyfriend at home. Shouldn't I be so bliss to spend some time with them? Yeah. That's the point I wanna make. They are having a great time when I'm kick off their game world blogging here. I'm bored. Friends out there, date me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a recollection of my day:&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7am feeling nothing but tired and so sweep myself off to dreamland. At 1pm I woke up again, drag myself off bed and had a shower. At 2pm, my boyfriend arrived at my doorstep then in less then 15 minutes, he's off to my brother room to play some computer games. This had been the case for the past few days and I didn't say a word about it. Not mentioning doesn't mean I felt alright about everything. Fine. Whatsoever. You have your freedom just like I did. Geez. No offence. Just need to grumble about it or else I may go bonker. Now it's 7pm, still they are playing and I'm gonna get dinner bought, ready for them. Blax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free, so free, so don't think that I'm always busy with my boy. Friends, I love you guys and please date me out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112591484993476529?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112591484993476529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112591484993476529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112591484993476529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112591484993476529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/09/holiday.html' title='Holiday???'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112585638831540716</id><published>2005-09-05T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T10:53:11.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lousy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it the rain that have affected our badminton game? Sweetie, Kirby, Nelson and I just keep missing our balls. What's the problem with all of us? Sure, it was easier to blame the weather then to admit that our skills are deteriorating... Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game wasn't any near to 'fantastic' but still I enjoyed the get-togetherness with my sweetie and his family peeps. WooSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People. Have you ever allow 'past matters' to bother you? Especially things that upsets you, things that stirs your heart, things that mess your mind... Such feelings had hidden well somewhere in my heart for the passed couple of months but those suddenly surfaced, leaving me with nothing but pain memories. Certainly, undoubtfully, it's not at all desirable. I detest it. Yet I can't stop these from coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to 'The Purest Of Pain' and that's what brought all the PAINFUL memories back. Get lost. Don't spoil my day. I'm sad. Sad Sad Sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112585638831540716?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112585638831540716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112585638831540716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112585638831540716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112585638831540716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/09/lousy.html' title='Lousy'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112574902655769427</id><published>2005-09-03T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T05:03:48.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My lappy's recovered</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;My lappy's recovered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my IBM X31 is in my hand. Perhaps it was the hardisk problem, perhaps the motherboard was defected, but who cares? It is now with me. FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had really been long since I last blog and I'm missing it. Blogging had sub-consciously became a must-do-activity. Well, though the lappy is with me, I haven't settle the domain thingy plus downloading micro-software. Will get it done on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP presentaiton was a HIT. Finally it's over. Not really over actually. There's still load to be done. I kind of doubt the team emotive level. Where's the clout, the impetus, the get-up-and-go attitude? Did those evaporated? Now, I see a dispersed team. I see cynical acts. And I'm de facto upset. These feelings surfaced because I care and I hate to see these happening. I miss the team back then. I miss the on-the-ball people. I miss you all but why the change? Often, conflict arises and that's good, I thought. That shows we are sharing our thoughts, that shows we are understanding our subject better, that shows we bother. Come on, let's get back onto track? I miss you all!!! I miss the go-all-in attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightz. Enough. Tomorrow will be better. The team wil gel up well, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez! Today, Ivan left to China once again to Tianjin. Bon Voyage! Have a enjoyable trip yea! Geeky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS is flying off to Thailand on Monday. Same to you, Bon Voyage. Have a safe trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, it's OSS speech day. I went back as a Tenor Sax Player. Jesus! I play the Auto Sax and now the sudden change sure put me on my toes. Overall, the speech day was a success. Everything went on the right track. Thanks god! And people, you all did a GREAT job. *Clap Clap*. One thing that bothers me - my presentation. I sure looked like a clown with oversize top and shoes. Ken Lim saw me and laughed his teeth off! Yes yes yes.... I know how FUNNY I looked. My fellow batch of students all had a good tease and for the very fact I made you laugh, thanks me! Geez... You mean little boys! I love your smile though. Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as speech day parade ended, I took the MRT back home. Surprised? I thought I will hail a taxi but I didn't. Weird huh? I miss those good old days where I walk down the slope under the scorching hot sun, perspiring heavily under my shirt, stinking like I haven't bath for days. I'm no sicko alright. Just miss my secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The later was the best part of my day. Gee gee... Sweetie, Ken and I hop onto the bikes to Siglap for lunch at Mac. I didn't have a bike so I stood behind sweetie's bike. What a close shave! I could have deflate the wheels. Geez. I love hugging him while he cycling me down the streets. He's wet, sweaty, and sticky but I still love it! Gee gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, MUACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112574902655769427?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112574902655769427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112574902655769427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112574902655769427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112574902655769427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-lappys-recovered.html' title='My lappy&apos;s recovered'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112477198447010422</id><published>2005-08-23T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T19:46:42.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcoholic shoes plays badminton</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Alcoholic shoes plays badminton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are crazy when it comes to shoes. Not all women, but probably at least half are. Only a tiny fraction of males are shoe crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Imelda Marcos? She had thousands of pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing about woman and shoes is that the shoes they want are invariably the least practical at protecting one's feet from the elements. If you ask a woman why she has so many shoes, these are some of the answers you might get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I need different shoes for different outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;This answer is so ridiculous because a good generic pair of shoe will go with a wide variety of outfits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Oh I have had these forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;This is a standard lie a wife will give her husband when she gets busted for purchasing something she has agreed not to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was a child I didn't have good shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;This answer is probably the closest to truth, but it doesn't really make much sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One real reasons I came up with: It is a way for woman to barg to other woman about how much money they have to burn. This is the same reason woman like BIG diamond rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a shoe lover and I doubt I will ever be. Though I love cloths, especially beach dresses but I wouldn't wear them till I shed those fats under my skin. I used to be slim before I was plump. What a statement! No one is born fat. There's a saying that goes this way "There are no fat woman, just lazy woman." Perhaps its the lazy worm in me that allow fats to multiply. Whatsoever is it, I still love myself. How ironic? Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, you see? I always drift off my intented topic. I wanted to write about the fun I had the past few days but off I ratter on shoes. Gee gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I learnt loads about wine and many other types of alcoholic drinks, and of course, I comsume them too. Heah! I didn't get drunk baby but my face resemble a money ass. Drank 3 glasses of Red Wine plus many others which I can't really identify. They all contain like say 40% to 58% alcohol. Jesus! Can you imagine how much calories I've consumed overnight? Feeling so fat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Steven and Aunty Peggy were really great host. WooSH! I love their accompany. Though it was the first time I ever met them, we talk like we've known one another. There's no barrier, no restriction to speech, no limitations, no cannot-say-words, no nothing. It was an open conversation. I really enjoyed that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: I don't really fancy Aunty Peggy's cooking. Still prefer my boy's mummy's cooking. Ha ha.... HUSH! Geeky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides food food and still food, I had the best game ever with Uncle Steven. Ai Zai! He's badminton skill is SUPER and I really mean SUPER. Despite his age, he's as agile as anyone of us or even better. Salute! Geez. I'm so looking forward for the next game on Sunday. *Twist*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112477198447010422?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112477198447010422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112477198447010422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112477198447010422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112477198447010422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/alcoholic-shoes-plays-badminton.html' title='Alcoholic shoes plays badminton'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112429119805489049</id><published>2005-08-17T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T08:06:38.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so BRUSHED</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I'm so BRUSHED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For FYP, I will do everything as long as they ain't against my conscious. Well, my uncle had to meet his Batam client and so, the trip to CWT warehouse is cancled. We were already in the train at Chinese Garden when he sms me. It is alright! Work come first yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made a quick decision to go SP. Fancy RP student going SP??? We were there to buy a couple of books and then off we headed to their library. I just like it there. What are RP books as compared to a well establish SP's book collection! Peanuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie and I sat there for what seems hours working on our FYP report. Whenever it comes to work, we quarrel, our opinions differ so much but we ultimately come to a consensus. Phew, it's really a long day. The time studies he's writting is sure tedious. (A pat on your shoulder) Anyway, the entire day was spent on the report. We even had to redo the warehouse process flowchart and did a write up on warehouse process using barcode system. It was tedious, not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only had lunch at 3pm alright! Went SubWay and continued with our work till daddy's car arrived. Phew. Let's call it a day! I'm so brushed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112429119805489049?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112429119805489049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112429119805489049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112429119805489049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112429119805489049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-so-brushed.html' title='I&apos;m so BRUSHED'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112417480108199335</id><published>2005-08-16T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:46:41.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BasketBall</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;BasketBall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just grabbed a minute of sleep to rest my strained eyes and off my mind slipped into dreamlead. Images of basketballs flashed back. I missed those days where I chiong on the court with those boys. I really missed those Saturdays when they trained my shooting capabilities. It actually came to a point when my shooting accuracy reached 90% and I'm so proud of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sweating it out. I love basketball. I love the sun. I love the fun. I love the companionship. I love them all. Each time I stroll past RP's court, it brings back deep memories I once had. The memories when not even the availability of court will stop us from dribbling the balls. We can always walk to KSCC for a match or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a 3 hours game, we'll bath and hit the hawker center. A Saturday is never complete without a game of basketball. Chin Keong, Chee Han, Ken Lim, Ken, Johnathan are my usual kahkis. Pals, when was the last time we met on court? It sure had been a long long time. Wonder if they still play on weekends. Anyway, I believe FYP is hurling everyone elses time. Well.... Wish we can hit the court again. Wink! Geeky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112417480108199335?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112417480108199335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112417480108199335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112417480108199335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112417480108199335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/basketball.html' title='BasketBall'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112417196779236306</id><published>2005-08-16T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:59:27.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ToPic</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;A ToPic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a trigger in my mind to blog on males and females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a correlation between intelligence and the fusion of different parts of the mind, including what is supposedly female parts or male parts, if you don't know that already. Alright,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why art is filled with naked women instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we find something so natural, so gross huh? See how easily you can be conditioned into thinking a certain way if you're not careful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering why is it necessary to wear clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why. Gee. It is necessary to wear clothes not for the sake of modesty or because it is "wrong" not to, but more so that we won't ever get bored of looking at each other's bodies and lose our sex drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if men are flooded with naked women everywhere and everytime, won't you like get immuned and won't get turn on anymore? And if you get bored of having sex, then whatever will happen to the human race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it won't happen as long as human beings continue wearing clothes. But say, if this should indeed happen, we can always depend on computers to carry on our race, especially with artificial intelligence on the rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, if straight guys were to watch enough gay shows, they my get use to men sooner or later, and once they go beyond all that social stigma and disgust level, who knows, they may begin to appreciate the beauty of men. Imagine, what will happen if all women starts loving women? Afterall, it's all merely a matter of conditioning, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah lah, I know that men and women, despite the blurring gender lines, are still quite biological different and that a person's sexual orientation is not based purely on social conditioning and individual choices, but may be due to other uncontrollable biological factors such as the whatever "gay gene", which ought to be taken into consideration if I want to determine how the sexual orientation of an individual came about. Short answer: social construction vs. biological determinism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, just realized what a topic I had blogged about. Well, blogging is a pretty good catalyst for multiplying thoughts, I must say. That is, if you convenintly forget that you have an audience, which is pretty easy peasy for me, since it seems like I'm talking to just a blank white screen. Hi Blog! Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112417196779236306?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112417196779236306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112417196779236306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112417196779236306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112417196779236306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/topic.html' title='A ToPic'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112411934558793984</id><published>2005-08-15T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T08:22:25.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP Muack</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;FYP Muack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting in the classroom, FYP report flooded my mind. Every other thing seems less significant. Guess I'm really determine to score an A grade for FYP. I'm going all way out to achieve that A grade and I'm confident we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly scram through today's problem statement, of course not hastily, and proceed working on my report. After school time wasn't spared! I hit straight down to the lab to take some measurements necessary for sketching the stacker-pallet-jack. Sweetie and Jenny went down with me. Did some work there, had a short discussion and then came Daddy's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightz, time to leave school and head home. Immediately after dinner, we bury ourselves in my room writting FYP. My life suddenly seems so occupied with nothing but FYP and I'm loving it! I like the way things are now depite the stress. I believe I can cope all these. I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11:16pm now. I finally have the entire night to myself without work and an able to stay in front of my laptop, so, long. I ran through my friends blogs whom I haven't catch up for what seems ages. Everyone seems busy over the same issue - FYP. One thing differ me from the rest, that's I love FYP while they detest it! Lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check, it's 11:19pm. God I haven't had a good night sleep for a long long time and my eyes are killing me. Now, I'm booodly tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come my phone call.... Muack! Nighty!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112411934558793984?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112411934558793984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112411934558793984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112411934558793984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112411934558793984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/fyp-muack.html' title='FYP Muack'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112400977866289916</id><published>2005-08-14T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T01:56:18.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE FYP</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I LOVE FYP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming to an end to the weekend. And I'm NOT longing for weekdays to arrive. My Saturday and Sunday is spent at home writting FYP reports. I've done so much but still there's much more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm here complaining, I'm enjoying doing my FYP. Call me sicko but I still love FYP. It's through FYP that I've learnt so much. I'm not rattering about the RFID or the Barcode System but the working-togetherness, the read-and-research, the responsibilities, the meeting-of-deadlines etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure going to miss doing FYP when I've graduate from RP. We may fight, we may argue. Our opinion may differ and working styles crashes but at the end of the day, we are still best of pal. I have to say, my team rox! My sweetie boy's ideas and opinions always appear different from mine but that's where I learnt more about him. Being together is not just to be physically together. It's communication, it's understanding, it's sharing, it's coorporating, it's give and take, it's so much more that I may describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Boy resemble my BIG KOR KOR. He always the driver, the chiongster and I like that working attitude. In times when I'm upset, he's there to cheer me up, be it an sms or a pat on the shoulder. And boy, he's HARDWORKING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Jie, my foreign classmate. She's from China, a modernized lady. A peace maker in the team. Without her, I guess, it would be pretty MESSY! Ha ha... Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan Hoo, a good worker. He always does things he's told to accomplish and you can rest assure it is done. Ai Zai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP rox!! I love FYP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112400977866289916?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112400977866289916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112400977866289916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112400977866289916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112400977866289916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-fyp.html' title='I LOVE FYP'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112386059481884652</id><published>2005-08-12T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T08:32:31.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickish Gal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sickish Gal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue pills, white pills, antibiotics, I hate them all. Wonder what's with me, but I'm getting weaker by days. The pills are weakening my antibodies!!! The slightest gust of wind made my hair stand. I feel cold and lethargic all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I normal???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112386059481884652?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112386059481884652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112386059481884652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112386059481884652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112386059481884652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/sickish-gal.html' title='Sickish Gal'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112376743816088527</id><published>2005-08-11T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T06:37:18.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH</title><content type='html'>My gums hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112376743816088527?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112376743816088527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112376743816088527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112376743816088527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112376743816088527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/ouch.html' title='OUCH'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112373589514761738</id><published>2005-08-11T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:03:47.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnie . Edmund . Jason . Ronny on the screen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Winnie . Edmund . Jason . Ronny on the screen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image534.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image537.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image539.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image545.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image546.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image547.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image550.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image554.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image563.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image564.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all became patients overnight. Thanks to Mr. Ron. I'm injured. *Fake one lah~*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a great deal of fun flimming. Just didn't like those mosquitoe bites. Eeek!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112373589514761738?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112373589514761738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112373589514761738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112373589514761738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112373589514761738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/winnie-edmund-jason-ronny-on-screen.html' title='Winnie . Edmund . Jason . Ronny on the screen!'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112373549620692449</id><published>2005-08-11T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:44:56.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a phOtO freak. Never thought of defending myself....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I'm a phOtO freak. Never thought of defending myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image510.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image516.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image517.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image522.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image524.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image528.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112373549620692449?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112373549620692449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112373549620692449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112373549620692449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112373549620692449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-photo-freak-never-thought-of.html' title='I&apos;m a phOtO freak. Never thought of defending myself....'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112373087293159496</id><published>2005-08-11T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T06:38:29.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Tooth monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate dentist.&lt;br /&gt;I never like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are monsters.&lt;br /&gt;Big fat monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jabs after jabs to numb my gum&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as it's done, the pain returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painkiller wasn't of any help.&lt;br /&gt;They don't subside my agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another four hours or so,&lt;br /&gt;before I may return home to nurse my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's swelling.&lt;br /&gt;It's awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much like crying&lt;br /&gt;Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112373087293159496?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112373087293159496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112373087293159496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112373087293159496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112373087293159496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/tooth-monster.html' title='Tooth monster'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112367875449919481</id><published>2005-08-10T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T20:30:08.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Dentist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I visit Dr. Cheng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is it, I'm seeing that scary doctor again tomorrow. He's a monster. Yeah, he is. He inflict pain in your gums, make you scream and cry. How horrigible he may get. Arg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days before I pluck my wisdom tooth, I'm suppose to consume some medication, namely Dexamethasone and Amoxcyllin. Those cause drowsiness and that explains why I had been tired all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bushed up but still, I'll take care of my sweetie pie. He's hurt! OUCHY OUCH OUCH! Muack Muack Muack, baby, I love you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... And people, if you don't see me in school tomorrow, you know the reason. That monster must have inflict too much pain in my mouth. CRY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112367875449919481?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112367875449919481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112367875449919481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112367875449919481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112367875449919481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/dentist_10.html' title='Dentist'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112367619837254007</id><published>2005-08-10T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T05:16:38.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;A Bad Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how messy sweetie's table is. Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed little Hi-5 set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like these CD-shelves.... So NEAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH! Look at his forehead. He fell during some night cycling activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping time - 12 noon to 6pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4351.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His head and thigh plus his palm were hurt. Heart Ache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4348.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 KPOs. Kirby and Kenneth. Geez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112367619837254007?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112367619837254007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112367619837254007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112367619837254007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112367619837254007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/bad-fall.html' title='A Bad Fall'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112360038890029106</id><published>2005-08-09T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T08:13:08.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y  &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9 August 2005, that's why it brought me the thoughts of publishing these silly photos for all to laugh. I'm suppose to watch NDP rehearal a couple of weeks back but sweetie got the venue wrong and so we end up walking down Nicole Highway to Suntec for dinner with Dad and Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH... Jolly merry mama.... Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how far I've walked! Eeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey boy, smiling doesn't help. I'm ANGRY!! Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna complain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh someone... Blax! I will never forget this day. Fancy walking down highways.... Oh Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Red and White cos I LOVE Singpaore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said already! Smiling doesn't help! I wanna watch the rehearsal.... Hmmmp...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112360038890029106?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112360038890029106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112360038890029106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112360038890029106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112360038890029106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112360225191818901</id><published>2005-08-09T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T04:06:44.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me me me me me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this STAR necklace. Sweetie bought it for me in China! And I'm so loving it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image265.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first Haigen Diaz date! Muack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image283.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I'm caught sleeping during camp... Naughty naughty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image289.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water games.... Blax!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image337.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy taking photos in the MRT? Gee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image249.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first date to ECP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Image254.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first date to ECP - Left, right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112360225191818901?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112360225191818901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112360225191818901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112360225191818901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112360225191818901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112356976427315704</id><published>2005-08-09T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:44:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't had a good night sleep. My eyes are tired and my shoulders hunched. My face is drawn. And scattered with pimples. I'm worried and wonder how's my baby piggy is doing. It sure hurt baby. He fall with a bad bum on his forehead plus some scratches on his thighs and palm. OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going over soon, if Uncle 3 still doesn't comes. Shall wait for another 10 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was born pre-installed with the tendency to procrastinate, and this has developed into a full-blown ability to convince myself subconciously that I should forget about certain matters I don't particularly enjoy doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to understand how stress and being constantly worried about something can slowly but surely alter the way a person looks and thinks. Now I'm a firm believer of the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think my best is not good enough. Sometimes I think I'm just not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP is kind of driving me nuts. Till today, I can't find the right and proper way to write my report. Nic says our report ain't formal enough. HOW? It's already August. Another couple more weeks to submission and I've promised my teammate to complete it by Thursday. Uncle 3 is suppose to guide me along but he's no where to be seen despite my multiple calls and sms. I'm supposed to meet him on Sunday but he had OT. Fine. Then I'm suppose to meet him this morning but he's in the office. Later I'm suppose to meet him at noon but he's having lunch with his colleages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HellOOoOOo... I know you are doing me a favor but please don't play me out. I'm tired of waiting. Guess I need to start figuring things out myself instead of relying my uncles, that often are too busy to entertain me. Eeek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112356976427315704?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112356976427315704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112356976427315704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112356976427315704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112356976427315704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112341990338093578</id><published>2005-08-07T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T06:39:50.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton at TCCC. A different place, a different mood. Wasn't too tiring for me. In fact, pretty relexing. Kirby sure improve a great deal! Ai Zai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after a long day, I had steamboat at my PiGGy BoY's home. It was then finished with fruits and white wine. Sip Sip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not someone that knows how to appreciate wine but still I drank it. Smile! I love today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112341990338093578?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112341990338093578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112341990338093578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112341990338093578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112341990338093578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunday.html' title='SUNDAY'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112339242356694519</id><published>2005-08-07T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T16:46:23.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that a child has grown up when he starts asking questions that have answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time now, it seems to me that it is more important to get answers, to ask question that have substantial answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was just a little girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/miniwinnie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just asked, and asked and asked adn asked. It didn't matter what kind of question they were, or what kind of answer those questions generated - I just asked. Enthusiatically, and freely, and carelessly. Daddy, why's the sky blue? Mummy, why's the grass is green? Why must everyone grow up? Who did I came off your tummy? Why's my teeth dropping off? Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody had the heart to tell mini Winnie things like, "curiosity kills the cat" or "some things are better left unknown" or "ignorance is bliss" whihch they so conviently dup upon me the moment I got older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! All that those adults ever did, when I was a little kid, was to bean with sighing adoration, pinch my two wobbly cheeks adn gush about how cute I am because I asked cute questions. or maybe it was the feet tall bolster I carried with me wherever I went. Awww isn't she cute (though I didn't had much hair then), that little little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PAUSE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's until I grew up, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... people start feeding me with those predictable you-question-too-much-for-your-own-good advices that arenot even their's. They stole it from other people and now they use it on me. The frightful thing is, once everyone around you starts repeating stuff often enough, you too, subconsiously absorb it. Oh forgive me father, for my will is weak. I guess that's why best friends always look alike and well, inevitably think alike. Boy, is that scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no wonder then, that despite now being equipped with a wider vocabulary to construct "better" question, I question less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emphasis shifted from just asking questions to just finding answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So important is this desire to find answers, that, I stop questioning altogether. All because of the fear that I won't find the answers. Or, if I do find answes, these spur yet more questions. Am I searching for a needle in a haystack that never even existed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why great art and great literature works never answers, only questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112339242356694519?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112339242356694519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112339242356694519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112339242356694519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112339242356694519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/wonder.html' title='Wonder'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112338683032394574</id><published>2005-08-07T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:06:45.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 minute and 30 seconds back, I was browsing though Hui Shan's blog - one of my junior back in OSS BAND. She's now happily posted to SAJC, already in her J2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her blog, seeing the pictures that contain nothing but laughters that tells - "I'm having the greatest time in my life pal.". Memories of my BAND days flowered in my mind. Thoes days when I blast musical notes off my saxophone with Mr. Heeky (Darren), Xian Li (my successor), Samuel, and Florance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just like to think back those tough days with my peers where we:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Carried heavy instruments up and down the hall&lt;br /&gt;- Do push-ups when Mr. Chan wasn't please with out sectionals&lt;br /&gt;- Run round the school because we fidget in the squat&lt;br /&gt;- Do star-jumps because we were late&lt;br /&gt;- Polish instrument before parade&lt;br /&gt;- Dressed in our BAND uniform in 10 minutes (u jolly well know that's NOT possible. Girls are just that vain. The slightest inperfection upsets my girls.)&lt;br /&gt;- Drum on the jazz set after band finishes&lt;br /&gt;- Play duet - keyboard and Jazz set&lt;br /&gt;- Sneek to the parade square till 2am during camp&lt;br /&gt;- Gossip about our senior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of things contained my mind. The emotional juice starts stirring my mind and I just can't help it. Those carefree happy days will never be forgotten. Darren, Xian Li and I used to play Beauty and the Beast on Saxophone, that's our TM. Don't try to copy us peeps!! Ha ha... Oh gosh, I miss my BAND, I miss OSS, I miss everything little things, be it good or bad in my OSS BAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh.... And how can I forget my 4/7 clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;+ Melvin Heng, my chairman who often tease me.&lt;br /&gt;+ Ming Jie, that cao turtle, wonder why would he name himself such?!?&lt;br /&gt;+ Cheng Yi, my recess partner.&lt;br /&gt;+ Bao Li, my "Ah Bu" (Mother in hokkien).&lt;br /&gt;+ Cheryl, that vain pot.&lt;br /&gt;+ Leonard, the top student.&lt;br /&gt;+ Anan, that indecent President of Counselor.&lt;br /&gt;+ Clement, the cutest dude in my class.&lt;br /&gt;+ Zhi Hui, the shortest girl in class. (oh... How mean am I!! Blax!)&lt;br /&gt;+ Jaime, my gossip kahki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many many more of cause. Did time just halt or reverse into history? I have a sudden urge to jump into my school uniform and take MRT to OSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darlings, I miss you so muchy much!! I miss the days where politics never existed in my dictionary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112338683032394574?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112338683032394574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112338683032394574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112338683032394574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112338683032394574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112313559537332154</id><published>2005-08-04T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:06:35.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIN PAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;PAIN PAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH! My ear hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, it hurts, not because I'm a naughty little girl and mummy is pulling my ears. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left ear is infected. It swells, fortunately and unfortunately in the inside of the ear, near my drums. Fortunately because I'm a self-conscious girl and I won't want to walk along the street with huge red swelling ears. Unfortunately because, the deeper the swell is, the more painful it becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a week since my ear starts hurting but I took it lightly. Now to realize it's infected. Jesus! The pain was almost unbearable. It disturbs my sleep, it steals my concentrate and affect my mood! Now that I've taken my antibiotic and squeeze some ear drops into my ears, I felt slightly better, only slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid S$211 to see Dr. Toh for no more 5 minutes of consultation, so I expect miracle. I expect 101% effectiveness in relieving my pain in the ear. All he did was to ask me some questions, push a pin size wire into my ears, magnify what's in my sore ears, took a photo of it and that's done. I waited for my prescriped medication with Dad and sweetie then the bill runs out, S$211. Dad expected such charges, and he told me that's the norm but I beg to differ. Geek! If only I have that capacility to be a doctor...... haha... I'm gonna be rich rich rich! Geez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad daddy, your daughter here ain't any interested in biology, let not say to dig into strangers eye, ear, nose and mouth. Yuck, how disgusting that is. Eeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check, 2:05pm. Nic is here. Time for 3rd meeting. Till then, see ya and take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy, sorry yea, will Monday do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112313559537332154?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112313559537332154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112313559537332154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112313559537332154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112313559537332154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/pain-pain.html' title='PAIN PAIN'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112295437712502916</id><published>2005-08-02T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:58:06.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUDDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BUDDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's someone out there who wants to stir some conflict between my buddy and I but I'll never fall into it. I know she knows me. Well, like she says, these craze will go off with time. Alright, enough of those issue. Buddy, thanks for understanding me! Muack! Love you gal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it's time to select our elective. Human Resource Management was on my list, not till today when Erushi sported this module "Consumer Psychology". It's directly related to marketing, which is off my interest. Human Resource Management will be better off for someone who enjoys managerial position. After a talk with Ng Wee Boon, I drop my idea off HRM and hit Consumer Psychology. Shall go with my "feel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was never a rational, logical person. I perfer doing things according to how I feel then what my brain should tell me so. May be good, may not be good. Haiz... I thought "Finally I can be in the same class as FISH. All 3 year, finally we are going to study together." But nothing beats unpredictability - Ng Wee Boon explained the nature of the modules and my "feel" tells me I wanted Consumer Psychology. I wanna take a Marketing Degree at the end of my eudcation. I wanna grab my masters in this spec as well. And I thought this may be a good start to better understanding "Marketing" before I start to regret in my uni days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever my choice of module is, my buddy will always be my buddy. She's always regarded as my life time buddy, a sister. Thursday we are goingto catch a movie, dine together, and do some catching up. Frankly, I missed her loads!!!! I miss the crazy days we had in Year 1. I miss being a photo freak with her. I miss running around Esplanade roof top snapping photos. I miss shoping for gala night cloths with her. I miss gossiping and crapping on latest naughty news. I miss going ra~a with her. I miss miss miss... Simply missing her! Buddy you miss me? Gee gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Buddyandme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 19, so is FISH. Next year we'll hit to "2" digit. Eeek! I'm surely NOT looking forward to that day. Ha ha... But I'm looking forward to the day we walk down the aisle in white wedding gown, being one another's bridemate. *Cheeky smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISH, when your find your the other half, I wanna be the first pal to know! Gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Love you loads,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Buddy Win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112295437712502916?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112295437712502916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112295437712502916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112295437712502916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112295437712502916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/buddy.html' title='BUDDY'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112289927961787208</id><published>2005-08-01T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T05:27:59.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Why??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Wonder Why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perhaps you haven't realise, the purpose of my tag-board is not for anyone to criticize me. It's for my friends to send their greetings, it's for friendly conversation, it's for mere fun and laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actully, something kept me pondering. Well, such anonymous reader dropping by nasty comments ain't anything new. In my blog, in my past blogs, in many other blogger blogs, you notices the same thing happening again and again. Blog owners defending themselves time after time. It's really kind of silly! Not that I was never silly before. Actually, I'm one of those who try defending myself. Out of spear anger, I spit sarcastic remarks, venting my anger and displease at the tag-board, trying to clear my name off those ugly comments someone I don't know wrote. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But now that I look back, I find it pretty meaningless to bother writing back. Was it maturity that changed me? This is surely NOT my character. Some Strange Bird from don't know which Island called me proud. Let me question, which man ain't proud?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm proud of my love ones. I'm proud to have such a great buddy. I'm proud to have such lovely brothers. I'm so proud of my life. Ain't you proud of them my dears? Get a life manz....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes I just wonder why anyone would ever wanna do something like that? To tag on some one elses blog and yet refusing to identify himself. Don't you like your name? Are you ashame of the name your parents gave? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have nick names, but when I tag, that repond party knows who's tagging. They know it's Winnie Chew, and I'm proud of my name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And again, if you don't like the way I blog, jolly well don't visit my blog, don't read. That would save you from donating angry cells that create wrikles around your eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And if you think I'm angry, I'm not. I'm as happy as I can be... Alright! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Winnie out. I'm off to spend my valueable time with my love ones... Good Evening and cya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112289927961787208?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112289927961787208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112289927961787208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112289927961787208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112289927961787208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/08/wonder-why.html' title='Wonder Why??'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112264797393892386</id><published>2005-07-29T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T22:51:35.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stirred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Stirred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &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;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I always love indulging in a good book, sunggle at a corner of my king size bed, surrounded with fluffy pillows and bolsters. Lately, I've chance upon another book penned by Nicholas Sparks "NIGHTS IN RODANTHE". People, this book is fabulous! You bet! Nicholas Sparks had been my all time favorite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Its a tender story of hope and joy, of sacrifice and forgiveness - a moving reminder that love is possible at any age, at any time, and often comes when we least expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The story touch on something so true that I can't stop pondering about it for the next hour or so. It really knock some sense, some ugly reality that everyone choose to avoid instead of mending the wound ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Taken for granted. How often such happens? Granted, becuase you had been married so long, there weren't a lot of new stories to tell. Over the years, most had been recycled in a slightly different versions, and both had reached the point where they knew the endings in advance, after only a few words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I won't defend this statement because true enough, the root to a divorce often stems from the lack of interest in their spouse. I swear I will never allow such to befall me. My boy will understand me like I understood him. My boy will care for me like I cared for him. My boy will love me like I love him or even more. Yesh, I'm selfish. I want him to love me more more more. Love was never selfless. Come on, be frank, you yearn for your love one to shower you more love, more love, and still more love, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Well, today Baby Piggy bought me a lovely star necklace. Was a surprise! Really a surprise! Wanted to hold him tight and plant him a kiss but thanks to that "lightbulb" brother of mine... Truely a surprise peeps! I didn't even received any birthday gifts from him a month back but today with no festive nor anniversary, he bought me a necklace. Sweetie, I love it. Thanky thanks thanks... I always love surprises! MUACK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Back to my BLUE FRIDAY. Kind of a rough day for me. Lessons went on pretty well, easy, and simple to tackle. However, ....... nahz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;6:30pm - 9:30pm, a full 3 solid hours was spent watching DVD - 老婆大人. My piggy like this show, and so do I. Beside "Huang Zhu Ge Ge" this is the next DVD that made my eyes glued to the television for what seems ages. Somewhat over the hours, I got tired and when up to take a break. And this break stirred some unhappiness. Just wish things would straighten out by itself. Haiz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Anyway, the show was really a hell mixture, messing up my emotional, thoughts and feelings. It made me smile, made me cry, made me furious! While watching, it brought me to the thoughts of OVERCOME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It is always easy to say "Let's forget it". Deep in our hearts, remnants of the problems may still bother us. We need to have a strong will to overcome all matters, enabling us to mature spritually and mentally. We need time for reflection, delving deeper into our consciousness so that we can move on. Only by giving sufficient time to this process can we succeed in overcoming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Jesus! What am I rattering about. My topic flies everywhere. In a messed up mood, having a meesed up mind now so excuse my stired thought. Good night, and cya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112264797393892386?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112264797393892386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112264797393892386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112264797393892386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112264797393892386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/stirred.html' title='Stirred'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112270312020360086</id><published>2005-07-29T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T06:40:46.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;FAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch, yawn, rise and shine. The clock write 11am and I'm still lazing in bed. Bloated in my mind, I went out for a jog, this time bringing nothing but my ORANGE MP3 player. Jog 2 laps at the park and off I went panting home. That stamina I once had, now seems so distance. I used to run 10 laps, so you see, I've droped 80% of my stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fats round my tummy, my arm, my thighs are multiplying, and this is annoying me. I wanna loss weight! Does anyone out there have a recipe? A recipe that doesn't include jogging cos I detest it most!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112270312020360086?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112270312020360086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112270312020360086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112270312020360086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112270312020360086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/fat.html' title='FAT'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112243045328019193</id><published>2005-07-26T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T19:19:41.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;That Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And what is that word that you use to describe this feeling again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's "hsppiness". Yeah I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lightness of my being, the skip in my step, the glow in my eyes. I guess that's what you can call happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words have this wonderful ability to translate something so intangible if not something so tangible and clear. I can't imagine a world without words.Imagine a world of communication base purely on feelings and instincts and sounds? (Think: googoogaga gagagege kuchi kuchi koo koo) Pretty much like that of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey maybe that kind of world which we homo sapiens deem "primitive", won't be so bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and thta kind of primitive world is, apparently, not smart enough to destory the environment like we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been happy the past few months. Evenything's been going mighty fine, smooth but right now, at this moment, I'm far too lazy to report what's been going on in my life. It's never really been my style to pen down every single detail ever since my year 1 days. Werid huh? Well.... Lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However so, there's something lacking in my life. I can't really describe what's lacking but sure something is misplace in my life, if not hidden deep somewhere within me that I couldn't figure what's that spark I'm missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I find that spark, I will not be complete. Shall do some reflection this couple of days. Well... Back to my HAPPINESS. You see, when I'm happy, I tend to write very boring staff like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies are flying (Like that ever walk or swim *giggle*)&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows are appearing&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating&lt;br /&gt;THe ocean sings&lt;br /&gt;My life rox, I love everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring with a capital B. lalalalalalalala~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside, when I'm happy, I don't have much staff to write. That's because I don't think much. In fact, I don't think at all. I stop questioning, I stop trying, I stop worrying. I stop any kind of intellectual activity. Why should I, when I'm happy? lalalalalalalalalala~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what people says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS IS THE ANTI THESIS TO PROGRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why we can't be happy all the time. Then again, it depends on your meaning of life. Happiness VS progress? Rarely is a smart person happy. Bit get this: not all unhappy people are smart. Like you know, how it is that geniuses are always being laughed at, but not all who are being laughed at are geniuses. People laugh at clows too. So stop using that highly-intelligent-people-are-burdened-with-the-loneliness-of-sadness-and-being-laughed-at to apply to yourself if you are just stupid and unhappy and being laughed at. (No offends though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the things is, I'm allowed to express my happiness and share it with the world. I can declare it out loud. It's only when I'm filled with anguish, anger and annoyance. Though somehow anguish always turn out to appear like anger and annoyance when I translate it into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I shall go devour my happiness. Lalalalalalalala~~~ I ought not to be thinking. Because not that I'm beginning to, I'm not so happy anymore. My brain tells me to aware that nothing good last long, so I'm beginning to miss this "feeling" even before it's gone. If only it doesn't. I'll try to make it last (longer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112243045328019193?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112243045328019193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112243045328019193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112243045328019193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112243045328019193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/that-feeling.html' title='That Feeling'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112201129718465408</id><published>2005-07-22T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:48:17.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WE version III</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/WE3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112201129718465408?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112201129718465408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112201129718465408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112201129718465408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112201129718465408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-version-iii.html' title='THE WE version III'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112194349919529868</id><published>2005-07-21T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:43:41.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LIKE KEANE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I LIKE KEANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it like to be a babysitter for a day? It's SPLENDID!! The little dude I'm babysitting is none other then my adorable, attractive, charming, dainty, captivating, heavenly lovable Godbrother, KEANE RALPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofImage452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tongue wagging*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, I LOVE HIM! Keane Boy, I LOVE YOU!!! He's such a dude! Too bad I don't have little sister if not, I would have asked my sis to woo him. How suave this little rascal lOOk! Gogerous isn't it! *EYE DROOPING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day was awfully great! Trust me, not a single soul out there is happier then I am. What is it like having dinner with my boyfriend and hiw family, together with such a suave little dude? Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make you jealous over me, I shall tell you how HAPPY am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a lover ice-cream suite with my boyfriend, then subway honey oatz cold cut trio with honey mustered sause, accompanied with a little piece of brownie. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the later story goes with my little lightbulb, Keane. Though, he's irresibly CUTE. Alright enough of KEANE or ED is gonna get JEALOUS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112194349919529868?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112194349919529868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112194349919529868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112194349919529868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112194349919529868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-like-keane.html' title='I LIKE KEANE'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112178530099049735</id><published>2005-07-19T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T08:01:43.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday BLUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday BLUES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day is not a day anyone will yearn for. I'm drowned in moodiness, feeling nothing but cantankerous. Am petulant and sulky, just pensive. Nothing seems to run on the right track. It isn't just TODAY, but yesterday, the day before, the day before the day before and the list goes on. Well, today, I'm not as disappointed as I thought I would be. Guess I'm getting use to that already. Indeed, compromising yea? Well, I respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like war, bombs just flew by one after the other. the morning bomb subside and then came the afternoon bombs. FYP is nutz! Total nutz! I'm going nutz soon sweetie! I hate it when difference arise. I detest when we have different opinions. Eeek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath in... Breath out... Breath in.... Breath out... Take a deep breath and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! Alrightz... That's part and parcel of learning. Anyway, let me NOT mention those unhappy stuffs again. Now I'm happy!! Gee!! Just had dinner at his place a moment back, played with his bros then watch a little TV, then eat some ice-cream, then took a little stroll by the pool then here am I at home blogging. Tomorrow no school!! Ai Zai!! However, there's work for me to do. Jolly well work on my PP manz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I've forgotten, the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofWE2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o.o.o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112178530099049735?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112178530099049735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112178530099049735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112178530099049735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112178530099049735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/tuesday-blues.html' title='Tuesday BLUES'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112168757513799241</id><published>2005-07-19T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:35:25.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripper or Social Workers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Stripper or Social Workers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading strangers blogs. So as long as their English is good, they deserve me reading them. There's something that I've come across just a couple of minuts ago and I thought that's something so logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are strange aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We condemn whatever it is that makes us feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take money for instance. Money makes us feel good, it just does. But yet we say it's bad and that it's the "root of all evil".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must it be that when we help people, we must always so it at a minimal wage, or better yet, free of charge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm getting from the society is this:&lt;br /&gt;Money = Bad&lt;br /&gt;Helping others = Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they should not mix is that it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why pastors should not earn much. And if they do, oh they shut up about it. Same goes for charity organization or, more specifically NKY (National Kidney Foundation) CEOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But strippers? They sure deserve the money alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible, that we love helping others and also love money? Why must one always come at the expense of the other? If charity organizations generate profits, then wouldn't more people go into charity organiations and now, isn't that a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you get paid for helping others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I think I know why. As much as we love money and love helping others, we love sabotaging ourselves. You must sacrifice something. When you help others, you sacrifice money but you gain your soul. When you strip, you sacrifice your body but you gain money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be paid for doing 'bad' thing but shouldn't be paid for doing 'good' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder there are people more willing to be strippers than social workers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112168757513799241?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112168757513799241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112168757513799241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112168757513799241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112168757513799241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/stripper-or-social-workers.html' title='Stripper or Social Workers'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112166423447911075</id><published>2005-07-18T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T22:23:54.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Once again, disappointment overwhelmed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Time and again, things went the other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112166423447911075?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112166423447911075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112166423447911075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112166423447911075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112166423447911075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112157720903474167</id><published>2005-07-17T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T22:13:29.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haze, I miss U</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Haze, I miss U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Haze2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at you! How suave you are, how smart you are! Now that you are gone, I miss you terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/haze3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are never forgotten, my first pet puppy ever. I watch you grow, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/4c53b9e2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you are here with me again to share my joy and sorrow. Wonder why but you are on my mind the entire morning. When i went out for a jog, you run vividly in my mind. Haze, I MISS YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112157720903474167?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112157720903474167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112157720903474167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112157720903474167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112157720903474167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/haze-i-miss-u.html' title='Haze, I miss U'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112140612288781246</id><published>2005-07-15T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:42:02.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to the heartbeat of Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listen to the heartbeat of Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, darlings, dear.&lt;br /&gt;Rock your house with the nation song.&lt;br /&gt;Hang your flags really high,&lt;br /&gt;With pride and dignity,&lt;br /&gt;We salute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE SINGAPORE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Seriously falling deeply in love with Singapore. Let's SING!! Come on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+ Count on me Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+ Chan Mali Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+ We are Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+ Shu Yu - Tanya Chua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+ Xi Shuio Cang Liu - Cai Li Lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+ Shine On Me - Jai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+ Home - Kit Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+ A place in my heart - Sean Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+ We will get there - Sun Yan Zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+ One united people - Sun Yan Zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+ Reach out for the stars - Rui En &amp; Taufik Batisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+ Where I belong - Tanya Chua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WooSH! How's that? Singapore national day songs are simply WONDERFUL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been listening to my nation song ever since 7:30am in the morning. Ivan send me songs afte songs. Hey dude, thanks yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, log on to &lt;a href="http://ndp.org.sg"&gt;http://ndp.org.sg&lt;/a&gt; to dowload Singapore National Day song, since 1966.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Singaporean and I'm proud to be one. Singpaore, once again, I wanna say,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt; Muack!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112140612288781246?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112140612288781246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112140612288781246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112140612288781246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112140612288781246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/listen-to-heartbeat-of-singapore.html' title='Listen to the heartbeat of Singapore'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112135849278993700</id><published>2005-07-15T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T09:28:12.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What is a blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a diary that you maintain on the Web. You are its author, you are generally free to write anything you please in your blog and everyone who finds your blog can read what you put in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Why Blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detractors have said bloggers are exhibitionists. But blogging is not exactly the Dear-Diary-keep-your-thoughts-under-lock-and-key kind of thing. Blogging is fun adn exciting because it allows people to read your work without you having to published writer. You can scribble about what amuses you, what catches your fancy, what irritates you or what inspires you and see of there are like-minded people who agree with what you say. Of course, a lot of fun comes in when people disagree too, but let's keep that for another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Who Blogs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ranges from very famous Xiaxue to Fiona Xie to your classmate that's sitting next to you. Basically, people blog as a way to express themselves. Some do it very well, others get into loads of trouble. Many says they are uncomfortable with baring their souls on the internet, but you can determine how much you want to disclose. And it is not all about personal lives, some people food blogs - blogs that are basically food reviews of the best, weirdest, grossest food they have ever eaten. Some blog about movies, books or... The list is endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112135849278993700?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112135849278993700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112135849278993700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112135849278993700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112135849278993700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112131822399415959</id><published>2005-07-14T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:17:04.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like, I dislike.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I like, I dislike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like stars, rainbow, smiley faces, roller blading, piano, clarinet, saxophone, UNO, dark chocolates, catus, the sea, sea shells, Republic Polytechnic life, irange, Chor Tai Tee, french fries, trible accessories, bags, shoes, Nike, Kipling, white, The North Face jacket, pool though I can't play well, chocolate ice-cream, Roxy, Rip Curl, Quicksilver, and Kims hokkien noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sandwhich for breakfast and maggi mee for tea. This doesn't mean that I love cold food and that my hair will rapidly fall off my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am simple to please. My definition of heaven is fruit from wet markets. Or perhaps lime shebert on a very hot and sunny day at Siloso Beach in my pinkish bikini. *Grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use Demalogica 60 odd bucks cleansing gel and 80 odd bucks daily exfoliate powder that supposingly do wonders on my face to cleanse my cheeks, but it didn't prove its effectiveness on my face. What a disappointment. After using them for months, my skin is still blotchy, that layer of dead skin cell stay where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My surname is Chew, in chinese pin ying, Zhou. And I'm so loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of horro movies, creepy insects, and when my left eye twitch so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing I can readily say about myself that I really don't fancy, its that I'm lazy. I know this because I pocrastinate cleaning my floor, changing my sheets and packing my table when my maid went back home to Indonesia in such short notice. My habit of procrastination not only affect my work. It affects everything in my life in general. Must fight this evil thathasbefallenme!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always observe punctuality. Alright, maybe not so much as compared to who I was back then, I used to be super punctual if not much eariler but these days, laziness haunt me and many a time for FYP meeting,  I was late. Sorry peeps. My apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I dislike is to be turned down. Guess no one like that anyway. Not once, not twice, but thrice. My patients and tolerance has a limit. When you step over the line, it snaps. I either get angry with you, so give it a 'heck care' attitude. Don't expect initaitive from me again. I'm no push-over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt a little disappointed. Time and again, time and again... That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112131822399415959?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112131822399415959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112131822399415959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112131822399415959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112131822399415959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-like-i-dislike.html' title='I like, I dislike.'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112118004161020809</id><published>2005-07-12T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T07:57:51.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LKY . GCT . SRN . That was what kept me occupied. Just so loving this FAC that makes lessons so NOT dull. Conversation strike were often entertaining, if not insightful. Really have got to salute this dude. His's a wise man, someone that knows almost everything, anything,not just touching the surface but in depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation captured me. I got carried away that I almost forgot lunch. Just half an hour before 2pm, I met him up at the old drink stall. Exchange a sentance and we went back to class. I end up munching on hotdog bun, how pathetic. I understood but even so, my heart's filled with disappointment, perhaps not disappointment but confusion. Yesh, I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stirs my mind, my thoughts, my soul. Why this happened, I've absolutely no idea. The stormy weather reflects my mood, so grey, so damped. How I wish the sun calls the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry boy, such a peppy princess like me forgets grey patch easily and invites orange to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You are my SUNSHINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My only SUNSHINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You make me happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When skys are grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You never know dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;How much I LOVE you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Please don't take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My SUNSHINE away&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/8811745-112118004161020809?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112118004161020809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112118004161020809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112118004161020809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112118004161020809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/grey.html' title='Grey'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112106445977609104</id><published>2005-07-11T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:47:39.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The me today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Me Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little barmy a little maniacal&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t care less to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exultant liquid ran through my spine&lt;br /&gt;Tickling my funny bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems really right&lt;br /&gt;Neither anything seems off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sickish as I may be&lt;br /&gt;I’m still light at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blow on my knee&lt;br /&gt;It hurts with every muscle moved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handball now seems out of question&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s not deliberate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antibiotic Artifact&lt;br /&gt;Clarinese Preiton  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell of medicine flood my nose&lt;br /&gt;My throat, my mind, my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest that, you know my dear&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve to force them down my throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to go home now&lt;br /&gt;To dine with Dad and Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a very family oriented girl, you know?&lt;br /&gt;I simply enjoy that warmth, that ardor, that amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie is mentally full of ZEAL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112106445977609104?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112106445977609104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112106445977609104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112106445977609104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112106445977609104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-today.html' title='The me today'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112100406119641410</id><published>2005-07-10T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T07:01:01.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired YAWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tired YAWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a sleepless night and that explain the letagic Winnie today. Without checking on my cellphone for miss calls or sms, I headed straight down to Tamp Mall ands reached my destination at 11:40pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to meet my buddy to study for UT but to later realized she sms me saying that she ain't feeling well. Silly me! Why didn't I check my phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm no better. Flu had been haunting me for what seems ages. Ever since my birthday till today, flu and cough went on and off. I'm feeling really terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of my constant flu weakening my body physical, I haven't been attending handball training since my return from China. I'm seriously sick, not kidding. I don't want my handball peeps to think otherwise. I don't want them to think I'm giving all sort of excuse just to not go for trainning. In fact I had been yearning to play basketball and handball. I miss those days but my health didn't allow so. What a sick cat I am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wish they understood. Ai Zai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a good day though my leg hurts. I fell while rollar blading yesterday. Thought the weather was good and so despite my flu, I went out behind my Mum's back. The careless me fell and hurt my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I played badminton today. Geez... My knee sure hurt. I limped and hop about at the court. And tomorrow by hook or by crook, I will go for handball, irregardless of my knee condition. I missed far too many trainnings. Smile... Ai Zai!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112100406119641410?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112100406119641410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112100406119641410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112100406119641410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112100406119641410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/tired-yawn.html' title='Tired YAWN'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112083590865019844</id><published>2005-07-08T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:48:01.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letters&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;TADA. A pile of letters and cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Perhaps the only items of sentimental value that I have in my cupboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I re read all the letters - and it reminded me that I still have feelings, somewhere, dwwp down. It also got me feeling very nostalgic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;One of them was written by my childhood friend. I've known her for 9 donkey years. Her hand writting's almost perfect. Yesh, perfect, almost typewritten. I'm NOT making big wooha but yesh, I love her, I love her hand writting, I treasure our friendship. Through the years, dispite being separated geographically, we still write to one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Don't be surprise, Winnie writes letter and send then to the States where Miyuki is furthering her education. She reminds me of my silliest moments by descrbing it to the most minute details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Geez, I don't know what to say. I you you all (for loving me?). Hey, that's not love now, is it? Nah, I'll still love you even if you don't love me (anymore).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112083590865019844?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112083590865019844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112083590865019844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112083590865019844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112083590865019844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/letters.html' title='Letters'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112080135028031754</id><published>2005-07-08T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T08:05:03.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember???</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Remember??&lt;br /&gt;We danced on notes&lt;br /&gt;We play naughty pranks&lt;br /&gt;We polished our sax&lt;br /&gt;We dropped 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;Remember?&lt;br /&gt;We creep up the eerie stairway&lt;br /&gt;And made our way to the huge grandstand&lt;br /&gt;Where we munch on chocolates and potato chips&lt;br /&gt;Backstabbing that shorty Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As often as 5 times a week&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to my old playground&lt;br /&gt;But even so, I can't find joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so miss those days&lt;br /&gt;I spend with you&lt;br /&gt;Sharing secrets, eating lollies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the Orange Fanatics&lt;br /&gt;The smiley peppy kids&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just adore us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so miss those days&lt;br /&gt;Where we were innocent kids&lt;br /&gt;So Carefree So Joyful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember?&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/8811745-112080135028031754?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112080135028031754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112080135028031754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112080135028031754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112080135028031754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/remember.html' title='Remember???'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112054453813700890</id><published>2005-07-05T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:24:41.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, very sick. Flu and cough just haunt me for days. Just went to visit Dr. Wang last afternoon. People, let me share with you my blissfulness. This is what I had never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, my boyfriend took me to his family doctor. He called his mum for the clinic venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I steped into the clinic, the nurse waved to him, telling him that Aunty just called to make an appointment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing Dr. Wang, Aunty called. She picked us up from the clinic and sent us home. I cooked the food and fish while my sweetie cooked noodles. We had dinner while watching some DVD, then he feed me medicine and tug me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so loved and blissed to have such a boyfriend. MUACK MUACK MUACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside a 二十四孝 boyfriend, I have a 非常棒的 buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, I received the best present this year, a scrap book done by FISH. And on 28th June 2005, my sweetheart celebrated my birthday for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these, I'm feeling very happy today despite being sick and if your name appears in the list below, you deserve a medal for being my friend. And if you haven't see your name here, there 2 probability.&lt;br /&gt;1. I've accidentally forgotten to include your name.&lt;br /&gt;2. You don't deserve a medal for being my friend. Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;In no particular order of course:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edmund &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ I put you first because you are my o.o.o. You will always be special sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Buddy Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being my strength, support and comfort, for being more than just a friend, I owe you so much. For your great company, laughs and photo craze, I always have a good time with you. My buddy forever - FISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chin Keong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being such a fun basketball kahki, for the crap and laugher you brought into my life. Hell, you've been such a great friend, so thank you. Ai Zai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rong Hua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being my granny, you rox big time! The days in China spent with you was really hilarious! Remember, you are my sweetie de sweetie. Gee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wai Phyo Than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being my granddaddy, you rox big time too! Really enjoy chatting with you, especially when we both are stuck under such boring "boss" in china on the third week. Phew, thanks god there was you to kill my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ronny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being my bro. You are more than just my classmate, you have become genuine friends, and one that I treasure. You always call yourself DEVIL and I wonder why? Cos I always thought you were an angel send down to Earth to scatter wonderous advise to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Alvan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being my big brother, for taking care and watching out for me. I appreciate a lot. Someone that I respect, someone that I enjoy hanging out with. Someone that teach me, someone that BULLY me! Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ~ For being my Big Sista-in-law. Hmm... Yea, Jason is a guy but he's attached to my Big Bro, De Hua, so drop your idea off him. He's hitched. Muahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kelvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being my wishlity Jie. A nick name I gave him last year. Gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being my accurate love reader. For being such a great gossip partner. For introducing me Nicolas Sparks, cause I'm so loving in love with him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being such a sweet girl. I always wish I was your height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sherline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ Though we don't often chat much, but when we open our golden mouth, gossip news will flood the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Miyuki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~ My dear mi~mi~ki you are the sweetest of all my friends for mailing me letter and calling me despite living in the states, so I'd like to say a great big thank you. I'm touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ken Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ NPCC head. Ai Zai, also one of my basketball kahki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chee Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ NCC head. Time flies so quickly... that it had been 5 years since we know one another. I enjoy chatting with you on the phone back then in secondary school. You made me felt like a love Counselor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jaime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being a 'siao cha bo'. Being with you allow me express the other side of me. I like going gila with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Darren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being such a great music partner. And I always like it when you flatter me. You are the boy that always call me chio cutie. Muhaha... And remember, we are the orange Fanatics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ~ The trip to Yunnan sure gave me the opportunity to know you better. I seldom see you around in school and when I chance upon you, you always tell me you love my cloths. I adore you gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ying Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being my only girl handball partner. If not for you, I will be the only pathetic girl in Handball. Ya so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Angie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ The cheerful you, the straightforward you grabbed my attention. Your apple smile always make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jian Hua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being my 小凳子. For always allowing me to bully you and never once resent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Xian Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being such a great sucessor for my band. For being my saxophone partner. The saxy family ROX yea!! Muack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being such fun classmate. Always hyping the class up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ My FYP member, my classmate, my friend and I just want to let you know, I appreciate our comradeship more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ How can I ever forget my PRESIDENT. Rememeber I said "Once a president, forever a president." I may now be SLC president but still, you are my president. Cheers! I will always remember you for being the kig of cheaters. Damn, you are so freaking smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ko Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ For being there for me at the pit of my life. Now that I'm back to my chirpy self, you'll still never be forgotten. A friend in need is a friend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kuan Liang &amp;amp; Don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ I still remember, last Christmas, you peep spend the night at my place, strumming on the guitar, singing adn chatting the night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ivan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ Surprise to see your name in my list? Touched? Well, after so much, we're still friends ain't we? Everyone makes mistakes and you are no exception. What's most important is that we learnt from it and be a better person tomorrow. AI Zai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112054453813700890?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112054453813700890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112054453813700890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112054453813700890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112054453813700890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112046344054058764</id><published>2005-07-04T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:50:40.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUDDY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BUDDY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't made a wrong decision. You have choose to lead and now you will go all out for it. Don't let little setback conqure you. Don't let barriers pull you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the same CCA as you are, have absolutely no idea how your team function, have no clue how much stress you are shoulder, but I've been in a similar position when I'm leading SLC. In fact, you are much luckier then I am. For the least, your members are commited members who attend training constantly. They have the passion and interest for that sport. Look at me, the number of "passionate" members can be counted with merely 2 hands. Disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on! JIA YOU! You are not one that fall easily. Pick yourself up buddy! You can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always moment when we feel so weak and helpless but we can't stay in the pessimistic zone for too long a time. We need more oxygen, more life, more hope, more dream, more happiness and all these lies in the optimistic zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Zai... JIA YOU JIA YOU! It's sure not a simple task to lead a new team. It's sure not easy to make everyone happy. It's never easy to be a leader but we learnt to conqure the obstacles. We make the best of everything. I'm sure, I'm certain that your peeps will support you. AI Zai Ai Zai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a phone call away. In anytime you need someone to vent your fustration, or perhaps need a shoulder. I'll always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your birthday gift. Love it!!!!! I really appricaite so muchy much!! And the shirt rox!! Muack! Love ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be buddies forever. In years to come... When I'm gonna walk down the wedding aisle, you are the list bridemate on my list!! Gee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112046344054058764?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112046344054058764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112046344054058764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112046344054058764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112046344054058764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/buddy.html' title='BUDDY!!!'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112019346972670684</id><published>2005-07-01T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:51:09.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said I'm a lucky little girl. My Chinese and English Birthday falls on the same day and that was perhaps a sign for something better in life. All Dad 44 years of life, both his birthdays had never fell on the same day, same to Mum, but is this really something I should be happy about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th June 2005, Winnie turn 19, having both Chinese and English birthday on the same day, yet I don't feel the slightest excitement. Am I too old for birthday celebrations? Can't be yea!! I'm still a young teenager. Come on! This is the day everyone go rara together with me but the poor me fell sick on this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but feel so angry and upset over myself. Such a "lucky" birthday that comes once in a bluemoon turn out this way. Nothing I do, nothing anyone does I going to make me feel any better. The discomfort all lies within me, my throat hurts, mosquitoe bit my face, etc... And today, I'm not even in school. Feeling too sickish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something called a time machine? Wind back the time please. I don't want my birthday to be spend off this way. Every year birthday was so happening. This year shouldn't be an exception. I'm so angry with myself. So so angry!! Why did I eat mango? Why did I allow myself to fall sick on such special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love surprises but not such surprise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112019346972670684?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112019346972670684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112019346972670684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112019346972670684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112019346972670684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-112000146888759921</id><published>2005-06-29T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T16:31:08.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just some thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to think about my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another 24 hours, I'm going to turn 19. And in another 365 days, I will be 20. It's scary to see how time fly so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by the roof garden, staring into space, I draw a mental picture of my future. The time and space where I wish I belong. There, the rythm of life is pretty slow, allowing you the luxury of time to sit leisurely on the balcony; surrender to the breeze which carasses ever so gently and devour the full view of the sky - without any obstructuib from the high rise buildings such as HDB flats or condominiums that seem to suffocate and dominate Singapore's landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to Houston, but I steal this picture from the internet and looked at this for quite awhile, appreciating this ordinary yet pretty scape:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/houston.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May not be postcard worthy or even close to the ideal landscape that so many of us have in mind - you know, the beach and the likes - but do you not see what I see, despite it being in a setting this ordinary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every so often, I get tangled up in the busy excitement of life that I fail to see the very splendor of life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so subtle and so fleeting, that if I don't pay close enough attention, I pass it by completely. What a pity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that many of us listen but don't hear, breath but do not smell, touch but do not feel, eat but do not taste and look but do not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you pay attention to something that you make it real. I guess it's pretty much like how the whole God thing works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Sometimes, the sweetest sound is that of silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-112000146888759921?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/112000146888759921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=112000146888759921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112000146888759921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/112000146888759921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-some-thoughts.html' title='Just some thoughts...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111994369540701200</id><published>2005-06-28T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T00:28:15.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>Of all things in the world, I find the ABOUT ME section the most difficult to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there’s the what I’m willing to let you know of me and the how I wish to appear to you as opposed to who I really am. Then there’s the trouble of me wanting to appear mysterious, appear can’t be bothered and not long winded. Most of the time I like to leave things ambiguous and come across as a mysterious girl of a few word, ironically I talk a lot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would first think of me as a noisy (an unsophisticated potato who can’t string a sentence in Chinese properly). I’m always mistaken for someone who graduates from a girl’s school, someone from the School of Applied Science, a rich spoiled girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the matter of fact, none of what many stereotype me as hit the nail. First, I’m no potato and I speak pretty good Chinese. Got a B3 for O’level Chinese. Second, I’m from a mix school where I see awfully cute boys everywhere, everyday. Next, I’m from the School of Engineering, studying industrial system and engineering. I hate science! Lastly, I’m no rich girl, just an ordinary average Joe. I don’t spend money like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, some of them still think so till this very day because well, either they’re the kind who doesn’t look deeper into people or I find no need to prove them otherwise, since they’ve already found me lovely as a dumb twit. Gee gee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, there’s the inconvenience of the ABOUT ME section getting outdated every few months and me being too lazy to update. Especially since I’m someone who’s constantly changing my views, likes, dislikes, placing myself in crazy situations and end up discovering aspects of myself I’ve never known before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I’m indecisive, confused or horror of horrors, still stuck at the melodramatic (early) teenage identity crisis phase, but rather, I’m not afraid to embrace new truth despite me already being comfortable with old ones. You know it, I can adapt to new truth, take them in with a positive heart and an optimistic view. You know, I’m capable of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to share stuff with others so that they may also share my joy in finding out life’s secrets, but then I realized not everyone has the ability or is comfortable enough to grasp abstract ideas, and facts, so they’ll end up calling me immoral, blasphemous or just plain crazy. It’s only my one and only buddy that I felt, understands me better then anyone else and she knows, she’s the only one I relate my secrets to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps at that tender age, I was just being a conceited, self righteous little girl and went about imposing my opinions on others like, YOU ARE WRONG. SOMEDAY YOU WILL REALIZE THAT I’M RIGHT, THAT MY WAY IS CORRECT. Stubborn you may call me, but I beg to differ. I’m merely standing on my stand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax… I’m not someone hard to get along with. I’m may be someone who stands on my stand but I’m not inflexible. I’m glad that mentality and preachy nature of mine is long gone and I’ve now come to love everyone for who they really are, even if they are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything, I do have a value system and a religion. I love GOD, I do, I do, but they are merely guidelines, not hard and fast rules. In other words, I control my value and virtues, they don’t control me. I can’t bear the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I would like to insert a quote by Gerry Spence, “I would rather have a mind opened by wonder than one closed by belief.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally when asked to describe myself, I will just tell you my name, my age, my school, my country of origin and my interest in Music plus sports. Things that are slightly more objective, but still subjected to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see. Now that I have told you my tedious and boring life’s philosophy (well, sort of), how about I tell you my favorite color next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nonetheless, ORANGE! I don’t know why, really. It’s just so appealing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really fancy flowers but I have a favorite flower, Orchid. Actually, I rather stick to dark quality chocolate then those. And I don’t have a favorite set of artist though I enjoy music and drama shows. My favorite classic movies/musicals ever since my secondary school days are Phantom Of The Opera and Les Miserable. And my most unforgettable fairytales are Anastasia and The Sound of Music. Oh ya, and Peter Pan! How can I ever forget? I love the concept of flying and never growing up. Geez…&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm quite a sensualist, with my sense of sight being the most dominant (and my hearing in second place, which explains why art and music is imperative in making me feel alive), so I tend to fall in love with beautiful people (and then sexy voices) - Mariah Carey.ALL-Right, in other words, I’m shallow, ruled by my senses instead of my intellect. Also, i live by the words of happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I think I've said more than is needed. Whatever happened to "ooh I'm a mysterious woman of a few words?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111994369540701200?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111994369540701200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111994369540701200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111994369540701200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111994369540701200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/06/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111988085549640526</id><published>2005-06-27T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T16:53:00.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hibernated long enough. It's time to get my rusty blog moving!!! Let me flood you with my photos taken through the past 3 weeks in China... I LOVE SINGAPORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3299.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my roommate, Carina. A pretty nice lady yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3372.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3406.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT WALL OF CHINA - Beijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3539.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3542.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3552.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3547.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's us, us, and just us at MMI Board Meeting Room. Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3566.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3565.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just outside the MRT station. Cheers!! *MUACK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3669.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3674.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one is light blue shirt is my granny aka Rong Rong. And the other dude is my grandpapa, Wai Phyo Than. This trip is enliven with people like them, so joyous, so fun, so friendly. My grandparents rox BIG time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_111.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_112.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, Ding Cong, Mark, Sweetie &amp;amp; I went to Beijing via train. Here we are in the middle of the train snaping photos! We are just so CUTE!! Gee gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3841.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3854.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see, now you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3874.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3879.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just RMB20 for foot Reflexology, S$4. Where ever can you find such good deal in Singapore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3971.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3985.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the "WAI GANG". Well... Not as pretty as Shanghai! Lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3993.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love roadside food. YuMMy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 degree Celsius at a garden. Are we bonkers or what? Eeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4043.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This's somewhere in Beijing, some tourist attraction but even so things here are super duper CHEAP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4050.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this photo in particular. See how adorable we are? The one next to me is my granny aka Rong Rong. The 2 fellows behind are Mark and Ding Cong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4055.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This's my sweetheart and me. Couple shirt yea!! MUACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4105.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_4102.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 of us are celebrating "Independence Day". Only WE understand what I'm saying about!! Gee gee... Grinz!! SHh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111988085549640526?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111988085549640526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111988085549640526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111988085549640526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111988085549640526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/06/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111838717427760836</id><published>2005-06-10T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T00:06:40.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing Tianjin</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CHINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 June 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With little excitement, I left home together with Dad, Mum, Ah Mah, and Sweetie. Making out way to the airport, we chance upon, Ron, Alvan, Shanna, Jason, and Alan. Maybe ‘chance upon’ aren’t the right words to use; it should be a surprise pop out! Our darling classmates actually skip lessons to send us off! How sweet are they!! I’m touched peeps! You peeps really rox my world! Ai Zai… Took a couple of photos, ran round sillily about a pillar and fell on my knees. My silly act was witness by Ah Mah and that grabbed her attention, triggering an old lady who’s stoning, to set a smile on her cheeks. Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Dad bought us to MacDonald for fries and nuggets. The 8 of us sat by the table crap and eat before we flew off to China again. We were a little mean, if you know what I’m talking about but even so, I didn’t quite like him either. Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, we’re in the airport, and then on the plane, busy entertaining ourselves with movies and games. SQ822, hello, its SQ flight!!! So does that explain why are we enjoying ourselves in a plane? WooSH! Just love lying on to sweetie’s shoulder, watching movie, playing games. It sure feels great be loved and cared for. Wink! Geeky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no time, we reached our destination – Beijing. Settled down in a hotel for a night stay and off we proceed to the various places of interest in a couple of hours time. Air-Con isn’t working, the pillow is just too tough, lousy lousy lousy!! Eeek! I’ve so much to COMPLAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 June 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t help but compare Beijing to Shanghai. Be it food, environment, people and shopping paradise, none could over right Shanghai. I will not be surprise if one day, Shanghai’s living standard would stand side by side with Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, breakfast was not at all appetizing. Soggiest yet tough porridge, tasteless pao, and dumpling were what they so call “buffet breakfast”. Having already been to Yunnan, Shanghai and Qing Dao gave me enough experience to expect such food provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a long day ahead. Ahead were some sight-seeing activities planned for us. First on the agenda was to climb the Great Wall of China. That’s really kool! In all my 19 years of life, I’ve heard so much stories and legend about this wondrous art work of China, yet never had the opportunity to step on the actually bricks our ancestors built with their bare hands. I’m impressed! The Great Wall of China actually stretched 600,000KM long. For the fact that machines and equipment weren’t available back then, kept me wondering how ever would this mission of building the Great Wall of China ever succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with some peers, we climbed the world’s most glorious architectural structure. The step varies in width and height, making climbing a chore. Majority of the steps are tall and narrow, so balancing was one big skill necessary. I personally feel that climbing up the Great Wall of China was a simpler task as compare to climbing down the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of climbing steps, we had lunch and proceeded to “Shi San Ling” and then to some still existing China famous gates. In there, we invited a “Pi Siu” for Uncle Steven and invited two small “Pi Siu” for ourselves as well. Ed’s one is for prosperity while mine stirs about love luck. Mind you, I’m no desperate girl alright! It was the sales lady that recommended that ladies should get the little pink “Pi Sui”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no superstitious girl but it is still better to believe then to be sorry. Instruction was given in raring the Pi Suis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Soak the Pi Siu in salt water for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Ensure that the Pi Siu is fully submerged in the water.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Rinse the Pi Siu and face it towards either to a door or window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long day at Beijing sightseeing comes to an end after dinner. 2 odd hours were taken to bring us from Beijing to Tianjin. Still expecting the same type of hostel standards I stayed at Shanghai, brought about disappointment. This hotel here in Tianjin looked run down. Well, this is China, what can I expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 June 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, being such a lovely host brought us to MacDonald for breakfast. Shortly after which, we chilled out at a “Swing Café”! Sheezz… I’m so loving their café concept. WooSH! All the way from one end of the street, we walked towards the other end where Isetan is. Nothing much to shop, however. Actually wish I could walk about with the rest, shopping, looking around but… Whatever, everwhat. We end up playing pool. Though it wasn’t what I wanted to do but had a great deal of fun too! Dinner was at a Korean BBQ restaurant. Kool huh! Gee… It was enjoyable and crappish, especially with Cavin, Mark and Lisa, woosh! They are sure super fun peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 June 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing some sight seeing for a couple of days, it is finally time for some serious work. Off we went to MMI for our work attachment. First, we were brief by MMI personnel and were later distributed to our various departments. Wai Phyo Than, Ivan, Edmund and I all settled at the conference room for a “lesson” introduced by Ms. Li Ling Lin. She gave us an overall view of how the import and export are dealt with in China and when taxes are necessary etc. Everything was written in Chinese, explained in Chinese and so brought about a certain level of difficulties in understanding some logistic terms. Being a patient person, Ling Lin explains them one by one. The first day at work weren’t a busy day, in fact it resemble some orientation program. Only tomorrow, will we have a more visual understanding of logistic in China. We’ll be making a trip down to Tianjin Port to visit their custom offices that I thought was a good idea. It provides better understanding in how goods are transported from one place to another of various transportation medium. That’s pretty much happened for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 June 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a little late for work today. First time ever did I take a train in Tianjin to Teda. A whole long 45 minutes to the nearest MRT to where our work place lies. There, we were ferried from the station to MMI electronics (Tianjin) Pte Ltd by MMI’s driver. The journey down the dusty road to MMI electronics (Tianjin) Pte Ltd take no longer then 10 minutes. Pretty short a distance isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying a positive mind to gain new insight, we breeze our way to the logistic department where Ms. Li Ling Lin gave us a little lesson on how BOL, invoice, packing list etc are being filled up and she also covered a little on HS code. The procedure and process of import and export were made clear to us once again. These run through the entire morning till lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Goh, human resource personnel is a very sweet lady. Having known that we Singaporean aren’t used to the salty and oily food at the canteen, she took the initiative to bring us out for better food. Well, today we went Dicos for lunch. As soon as we filled our stomach, we took a cab back to MMI electronics (Tianjin) Pte Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2pm in the afternoon, both Ms. Li Ling Lin and Mr. Wang Wei brought us out to visit the custom offices to have a visual contact with how China men actually precede import and export goods. My very impression of the custom office – busy. Queues were long, document pile up at every counter; custom officers of various companies appear with a hard briefcase containing stacks of documents for either importing or exporting purposes. In general, the custom office is divided into 4 potion – Import (tax); Import (Tax-free); Export (tax); Export (Tax-free). These are done so for easy accessibility and identification of documents surrendered by the custom officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we were brought to a special custom office where documentation proceeds are done when drawbacks comes into the picture. The environment and precedes are pretty much similar to the general custom office with all counters dealing with the same job scope. I felt that this is no doubt a great opportunity earned. Having able to personally see how China custom works allows me to understand “freight” even better. Through comparing Singapore’s system to China’s system, I gain knowledge on the differences between their procedures and tax payment practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day out to the various custom offices and I really appreciate having Ms. Li Ling Lin, patiently explaining each and every terms and procedures to us. That’s pretty much for the day. Tomorrow we’ll be visiting the Seaport and the following day, the Air Port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a ling day at work, the entire team of 8 went dinning together at a 3 storey high restaurant. The food potions were hung yet cheap. Enjoyed my day fully. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 June 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the clock strike 5, I got hyper up with activities lay up for us. Mark had been such a great host. Thumbs up! We were brought to some restaurant for Li Jiang cuisine. Everything there was spicy! The local probably love it! Me? Probably forcing down food down my throat but I have got to say, the food rocks big time! I love the 肌肉版面 best. SHOICK AHH!!! Ed enjoyed the 羊肉串. 50羊肉串 basically circulate around just 3 dudes. WooSH! After gobbling so much spice down my throat, we went to experience what China Pub is all about. Cha Cha music! Does that ring the bell? Yesh! That’s the type of song they dance with on the dance floor. Night lives here aren’t what you experience in Singapore. That’s culture differences we are talking about, I guess? Gee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 June 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agenda for the day was not loadful. Basically, we went down to Tianjin Air Port custom to learn about their import/export procedures. There, we were briefed by a custom officer on how we go about importing and exporting goods. Pretty much similar to how it was done at the Seaport however much simpler. For the fact that we are having a test tomorrow, we were given the entire afternoon to write a report plus to study for our upcoming test. Everyday is just as fruitful. Looking forward to new knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, it’s time for some relaxation. Mark brought us out to hunt for DVDs. Those DVDs and VCDs shops survived till today, all thanks to us foreigners patronizing these stalls. The currency exchange rate brought about such benefits to Singaporeans and other foreigners like say, the European, the Americans etc… Ed and I brought a total of 16 DVDs and one full un-cut set of “Lord of the Rings” as a gift to a classmate of ours. All in all we spent no more than 75 bucks. Such prices will never be made possible in Singapore! Good buy, best buy, must buy ahh!!! Gee gee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for DVDs took us 2 long hours. Our stomach then started growling and so, we pop by a porridge restaurant for dinner. In my entire life, I had never seen so many variety of porridge ever. I ordered some Crab Egg Porridge that carries fantastic description of ingredients added in it however turn out otherwise. Thanks god Ed didn’t order the same food, if not I may have to go hungry for the night! Gee gee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling dinner! I love the beef! WooSH! Fantastico!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111838717427760836?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111838717427760836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111838717427760836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111838717427760836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111838717427760836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/06/beijing-tianjin.html' title='Beijing Tianjin'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111769155936508678</id><published>2005-06-02T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:52:39.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Unique?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique - Being the only one of its kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Internet Resource: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.dictionary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Accessed 2 June '05)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the definition of Uniqueness from the dictionary. Perhaps the in depth meaning of this word is understood only by a few. So much about being delighted over some sweet act, its actually just so. So it's a template to be used by all. So it's a stencil for art lessons. Disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111769155936508678?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111769155936508678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111769155936508678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111769155936508678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111769155936508678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/06/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111758512575124218</id><published>2005-06-01T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:21:20.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT FAT FAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FAT FAT FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_3262.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_3264.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_3267.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_3269.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I look? Fabulous? Eeekish? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm felt as if I've gain a 20 pounds over night. 'Obesity' just linger within me! Can't help but feel so FAT!!! Or should I say, I'm really FAT just that I had been deceivng myself for the past god knows how long that I'm of an acceptable weight! Eeek!! I know most girls think they are FAT, and I'm not the "most girls" you peeps are refering to. Those sexy ladies whose waist circumference circles 25 inch and wears a C-cup bra with long firm legs, sleak arms are yet still complaining about their devil figure. Oh goodness, SHUT UP! If you girls are fat, what makes me? A sow? Scrum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEK! So wish there's a magic potion that filter my unwanted fats in me. I hate feeling FAT, no one does!! I wanna lounge around the pool and strike a pose. Snap a photo of me wearing a white bikini with printed orange flower *Fiesta del Sol* WooHOoooO!! I wanna take a drive down the beach in tube-tops and beach shorts feeling confident of myself. I wanna go on diet!!!!!!!!!! I just so detest the way I am now!! Eeek!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111758512575124218?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111758512575124218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111758512575124218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111758512575124218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111758512575124218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/06/fat-fat-fat.html' title='FAT FAT FAT'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111755645877263998</id><published>2005-06-01T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T09:20:58.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HORRIFYING ENGLISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HORRIFYING ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my realization that my English has worsened ever since I don't know when? It has become more and more difficult to articulate my words. It astonishes me! I didn't have much difficulty back then!! I can't seem to not mix my language with Chinese, Dialect, and singlish in my sentences. It has become ingrained. Dear me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a terrible thing although it distinguishes one typical asians. EEeeek!! Someone save me from my sliding English standards! What stem this change in my language? What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the fact that I'm leaving my English environment to China where everyone speaks some foreign Chinese to me, pulls me further from the already bad English I'm struggling with. GEEK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111755645877263998?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111755645877263998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111755645877263998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111755645877263998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111755645877263998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/06/horrifying-english.html' title='HORRIFYING ENGLISH'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111744263609499220</id><published>2005-05-30T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T01:43:56.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2005 Award Presentation Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2687.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny :: Wenye :: ME :: Shanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2688.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 lovely ladies with 4 different handbags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2689.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWIST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2691.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007 I'm JAMES, call me JAMES BOND!! Gee gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2692.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm striped off my jacket, feeling a little bare with just a tube top. Eeek!! Thanks to my darling girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2693.jpg" width="240" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Here's Jenny &amp;amp; Winnie!! My FYP teammate! WOoSH! She's one of those that rip the jacket off my shoulders. Gee gee... Naughty Jenny!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2694.jpg" width="240" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This Miss Wenye, the one who insisted my jacket to be off my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2697.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Look at my cert!! Service-Learning Silver Award...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2701.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Me and my classy mates!! Muack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2703.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The girls' world! Wink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2705.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's Han Ning and Jason!! Hey Jason, what do you think ya doing!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2707.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Say cheezzee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2708.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Here's Ms LEO, my polyforum teacher in-charge!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2709.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Finally, my beloved Dad and Mum. Young hor... Many says I resemble my Mum, what say you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2710.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Love them so muchy much! They will always be my most precious!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2711.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;WooHOoo... Henry flooded with GIRLS!! Opssy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2712.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Here's another one... Still think his son, Jus look much more yan dao!! Lolx.. Ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111744263609499220?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111744263609499220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111744263609499220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111744263609499220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111744263609499220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/05/photos.html' title='PHOTOS'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111717882618312723</id><published>2005-05-27T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T00:27:06.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you ever feel tired of life, then WAKE UP YOUR IDEA! Life is so much more then the sorrow you are indulging in. What’s the odd that I’m upset, sulking, moody and grouchy? Perhaps one hour per day? I get moody when I crawl off my cozy bed at 6am in the morning, I sulk when I don’t get what I want, I get upset when people pissed me off, I get grouchy when I hear things I didn’t like. That should add up to an hour a day? Geez! The rest of the 23 hours in the day I’m happy and peppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My highest record of laughing hit a whole thirty minutes. Can you believe that? Or am I just a frog living in the well? Are there any crazier peeps out there who laugh the way I do? If ever asked what activity I enjoy most, that has to be LAUGHING! WaHaHa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a complain queen. I always complain that I never had sufficient time to do what I want to do. I always turn this noise I create to Dad’s ears, yakking about how I wish I had 10 days a week, 48 hours a day! How childish of me. Yesh, I totally agree, however, Daddy just love me for who I am be it my childishness or my silliness. He stands a special place in my heart and no doubt, he’s always that respectable Dad, the best Daddy on Earth ever. Trust me, your Dad will never be more wondrous then mine, for the least, never to me. I love Dad so muchy much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange, my favorite color! So bright, so fun, so sunny. The sun is orange. Oranges are orange. I love orange, ORANGE ORANGE ORANGE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of music, touches a man’s soul. Piano, saxophone, clarinet, I love them all!! Music tells a story that never seem to be comprehensible. They are sound understood by heart, not even by the intelligence of brain. One that knows how to appreciate music, is one cultured man with heart. One that doesn’t is merely a living block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics, geometry, angles, integration, and differentiation, is what I excel best. My O’level results had proven this very fact. A1 for math, C6 for Chemistry. Now you understand how my brain works? Perhaps not, for me myself and I don’t really understand this brainy brain of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chocolates but I don’t like chocolate pie. Just like how I love strawberries but not strawberry cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shopping and I know nothing about bikes. I love basketball but I can’t stand soccer. What’s so nice about kicking balls anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once asked me what kind of guys I will date. Oh yeah, now I’m telling you I will only date these sorts of dudes:&lt;br /&gt;Handsome/sexy/funny/hot but must be stupid&lt;br /&gt;Kind/lovey/sweet/gentleman but must be stupid&lt;br /&gt;Kool/tan/tall/suave/optimistic but must be stupid&lt;br /&gt;Funny/witty/smart/wise also can but must ACT stupid&lt;br /&gt;If he’s smart, handsome, funny and rich, go away. I will not date you. GO find someone more perfect. If he’s ugly, stupid, unfunny, pessimistic, clingy, demanding, woah that’s even worst, GO far far far far far away.&lt;br /&gt;Do those conclude that I LOVE stupid boys? Stupid boys are CUTE! Ha ha… Anyway, whatever guy you may be, I won’t date you, coz I’m already dating someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel that too intelligent boys are cunning and sly. ARG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightz… Enough of blogging. The 6th ppt just ended. Geez! Basically I had been blogging ever since presentation started! Opssy! Naughty me!! Gee gee…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111717882618312723?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111717882618312723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111717882618312723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111717882618312723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111717882618312723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/05/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111678054838592406</id><published>2005-05-23T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T09:49:08.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/toothless.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes, oh the shining eyes, filled with such endless wonder and fearless curiousity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I look upon a child, an infant, whose innocence have yet to be tainted by the years spent on Earth, my heart smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are magical, these kids of a young tender age. I've withnessed their ability to reduce the most serious and dull people into a series of nothing but goo-goo-ga-ga and kuchi-kuchi-koo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like it when they sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh Choo!!! The child will go, and that awfilly cute expression - the shutting of their eyes and crumpling of their tiny nose - will tickle my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their hands. Their tiny hands which occupy only a third of my own hands. So soft, so smooth, so small, so tender, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies, the little angel, the little devil, whatever is it, they just make me giggle, chucky and smile. Their actions, their innocence made me wish I'm still a baby. How wonderous if I'm still that young.. Gee gee... Dreaming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW! Miss my darling cousin right now!! And my little niece that's barely a year old. So cutie cute! Muack! I'm feeling just so happy today. Dad finally came back from his trip to China! Love Love! Wink!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111678054838592406?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111678054838592406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111678054838592406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111678054838592406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111678054838592406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/05/baby.html' title='Baby'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111648201373793153</id><published>2005-05-19T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:53:33.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The happening these days, for the better or for the worst? God knows. There are just too much hidden agenda that often I choose to dismiss them. Motives are what people carry under their sleeves. Every action means a thousand words, and every word carries several meanings. Life is a maze, a curvy wavy path that will never be straightened till dishonesty extinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complexity of mankind’s heart will never be untangled, not even if scientist thinks they may control all minds, because we know, they never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to hide away from the ugly world there’s reality I still have to face them somehow - politics, rough wave hindering success, etc. Those are spice to create more frequency in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My studies, my future career? Aren’t those what we teenage had been flipping at the back of our mind? Yet there are times when I just feel like fortressing myself behind the walls and fly to Tahiti, leading a carefree life with my o.o.o, with no troubles, no hidden agenda, no motives, no schemes, no lies, and no hatred. A simple life as it may seems, but sometimes, simplicity is the most valuable thing on Earth. The othertime when simplicity may not be valuable when side agenda like, money for survival runs into track. How realistic life is! Goodness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why I’m having such thoughts? Don’t bother questioning cause I wonder why either! Just feeling bored. No apparent reason. I finished my work during second meeting and ever since then I had been a free soul, release from workload however didn’t know who to spend my time wisely. Donated the hours to dreaming. Gee gee… My peeps are out of school for lunch, leaving me here to rot till 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks Ivan for the fries! Gee….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111648201373793153?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111648201373793153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111648201373793153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111648201373793153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111648201373793153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/05/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111625498918590042</id><published>2005-05-16T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T07:49:49.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received her email, I'm nothing but delighted. There was a point of time that I thought I had lost my buddy, my close friend. Thanks god, my buddy is still around, we're still best of friends yea? Muack! MISS YA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, about SM0310 "unlucky trend" thingy, that's beside the point. Glad you are having so freaking much fun in school. Your Sm0309 better right? Likewise, I love my SM0310 peeps more than my SM0307 dudes. ARG.... This class is so BORING, so QUIET, so ARG!!! I always run to TS05 where most of my ex-classmates were to disturb them, create some noise and simply have fun! The company of friends I have there is definetly much more interesting then those in SM0307. Not that they are lousy peeps but just not the "rara" people I would love to hang out with. Ron, Kel, Lili, Jenny, Jus, and Ed are the peeps that made me feel comfortable with! Ai Zai... You guys rox my world!!1 Muack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 3, work gets tougher, presentation gets stressful but still I adore the PBL system. It really gears me up, groom me to be a better speaker which I thought would be of great benefit to all of us in the real harsh working society. Ng Wee Boon always grill us during 3rd meeting, yet I'm loving his lessons. He's really a nicey nice fac manz! Of all modules, his lesson is the most challenging one! WoohOoOOoo... Steady la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicola lessons... Haiz... She used to be a fac I thought was very much friendly, kool, and nice but now... Super demoralize with her grades. Nothing personal, just that getting B grade for continueous 3 weeks for HFE really put me off. I had not much enthusium left to play about during her module. Week after week I see the B, despite my effort. Super demoralized. Wonder how do I get on with this module manz... But seriously, don't you all think she had changed? I'm not rattering about her physical appearance nor her new curly hair, but her character, her attitude, her personality?? Whatever, everwhat! Just find her different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheezz... Why am I complaining so much about life. Guess I jolly well learnt how to appreciate the happenings in my precious life then to COMPLAIN COMPLAIN COMPLAIN. Eeeek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we could have all we wanted?&lt;br /&gt;Suppose that life was about dreams coming through, and no one would end up broken.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose that all we want to be is all we would be.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose that we would never need to feel the thing we didn't want to feel.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose everything had this miraculous way of working out eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose that we could all find contentment in ourselves as easily as children finding joys in the Simple Things.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose that when things are fine, we could feel fine as well.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose that we could genuinely find a reason to be thankful for the things we have.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose that we could learn to take our own advise as easily as how we can give it.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose that we knew where we would be one day.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we knew all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we knew all the ends and all the beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose that God would appear in front of you now.&lt;br /&gt;Would we still be looking for answers at all the wrong places?&lt;br /&gt;Would we still wonder?&lt;br /&gt;Would we still breakdown for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;Would we find heartbreak although we knew it was waiting?&lt;br /&gt;Would we still want so much attention?&lt;br /&gt;Would we still feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;Would it make a difference?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111625498918590042?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111625498918590042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111625498918590042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111625498918590042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111625498918590042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/05/would-it.html' title='Would it?'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111604600159287689</id><published>2005-05-14T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:46:41.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming almost everyday for the past few weeks. Or maybe I do dream everyday of the year, just that I don't remember dreaming. But for the past few weeks, I woke up everyday remembering that I just had a dream. Somedays, not just one but two in a roll. Why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like dreams. Do you like dreams? THey dig deeper, deeper and deep, luring out the raw human emotions embedded deep within. Emotions so raw, I never thought I'm ever capable of, in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the unpredictability of my dreams. It consist of some people I barely know and scenrios that will never be fully realized in reality. Often, I forget my dreams as soon as I woke up, at times, bits and pieces linger within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke from a dream featuring my future. However, the picture ain't clear by the time I was concious and awake. Few days back, I dream of me being chased about by a Cookie moster, so huge and awful. ARG! *Puke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I like most about dreams is that, it is temporary, even more temporary than life. I can throw all caution to the wind and live without any regard for the consequences. And it seems real enough. Even more real than some of my memories. You know how you something want to try out certain things but yet do not dare to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111604600159287689?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111604600159287689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111604600159287689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111604600159287689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111604600159287689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/05/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111570483903396933</id><published>2005-05-10T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T08:59:52.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I blogged? Is there anyone out there missing me?? Gee... Alright, CHOP CHOP! I've only 10 min here with my blog and soon, 3rd meeting would start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This couple of weeks had been exhilerating, had many things to do, however, I can't really recalled what I had done on the actual date. Whatever is it, I had a couple of FUN game of badminton. WoohOoooO!!! Uncle surely play well! His light balls were... dotz .... TOUGH TO SMACK!! Just so loving it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On CCA fiesta, ran about SLC and Handball booth! SLC no business. Handball, so-so la... Just got our Jeasey and took some photos!! Ai Zai... That CK... PENGZ!! Deleted his pic! What the!!!&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I didn't went for Handball. Sorry peeps, had something on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just took some time to notice what's going on around me. I had always been busy with my life that I have forgotten to pace down and observe what's going around me. Things change, people change, status chanage. I see people breaking off with their beloved, I see people finding their soul mate, I see people still on their way, fighting for their love. My classmate were people that experience all the above. Not only them but some other friends of mine out there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna tell those people out there, don't give up still the very last moment. So as long he/she hadn't walk down the wedding aerial with someone else, there's nothing wrong in fighting for the love you are seeking for. Actully there's no right nor wrong in love. It all comes about a subjective word "feelings". God bless those that found their true love and help the rest learnt what's love. cya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111570483903396933?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111570483903396933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111570483903396933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111570483903396933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111570483903396933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/05/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111482894046723152</id><published>2005-04-30T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:42:20.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read la...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just READ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something I chance upon in someone elses blog that I thought it sounds logical yet not so logical however whatever... JUST READ LA!! Gee gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice make perfect&lt;br /&gt;But nobody's perfect&lt;br /&gt;So why practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since light travels faster than sound&lt;br /&gt;People appear bright until you hear then speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is not everything&lt;br /&gt;There's MasterCrad &amp; Visa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind ever successful man, there is a woman&lt;br /&gt;And behind every unsuccessful man, there are two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is a relative term&lt;br /&gt;It brings so many relatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your future depends on your dreams&lt;br /&gt;So go and SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you learn, the more you know&lt;br /&gt;The more you know, the more you forget&lt;br /&gt;The more you forget, the less you know&lt;br /&gt;So.... Why learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111482894046723152?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111482894046723152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111482894046723152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111482894046723152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111482894046723152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/04/read-la.html' title='Read la...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111479079544868574</id><published>2005-04-29T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:06:35.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My year 3 days have just taken its bite, merely 2 weeks and I'm almost drained. New class, new friends, new facilitators. Perhaps I'm just not a very adaptive girl. I still prefer SM0310 where I'm wrapped with all the fun and laughter. I like that sense of togetherness, the care and understanding for one another, the cold and hot jokes we share, the many class outing we had, basically, everything, anything. No doubt, I miss my dearier classmates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in SM0308, the tone, the atmostphere, the articulation just ain't right. No cohesiveness, no sharing of knowledge, no open conversation, no jokes, no fun, no laughter. How can Princess Winnie survive long in such an environemnt? I'm already moving on step closer to IMH, one step aways from the smiley old Winnie. I see no more craze, no more photo fight, no more name callings and I'm so NOT used to it. My most beloved classmates, I miss all of you so bloody hell muchy much much much.... MUACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks god, he betowed me with friends that care for me, showering me with love and concern. You peeps rockz!! Ron 24-7, I just wanna say a BIG THANK YOU to you. I appriciate every single thing, really. Thanks a million, a billion, a trillion. Wink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lessons with Ng Wee Boon is really EXCITING! Trust me!! I've never once see my entire class seriously working on their ppt sildes before. I've never seen their enthusium in searching for resources and later question the credibility of the resource found. Ng Wee Boon had performed a miricle!! Blax blax blax... Touching my heart, I dare say he's a nice peppy fac, fun to talk to, interesting man however, there's always a "BUT". This dude is super naggy!! The presentation runs though till 4:30pm. OMG!!! And we got SHOT by him like no body business. TS05 peeps that's being taught by him will know his pattern. Lolx... I'm really STUNT!! But again, I have got to say, his presentation for 6ppt was good. I can fully understand what he's driving at. Hopefully I may learn to appriciate him! Gee.. Ai Zai... SMILE SMILE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CK, don't be sad. Cheer up yea... AI Zai!! SMILE SMILE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111479079544868574?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111479079544868574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111479079544868574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111479079544868574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111479079544868574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/04/year-3.html' title='Year 3'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111465793797015339</id><published>2005-04-28T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:12:17.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP Meet up session at Suntec Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;FYP Meet up session at Suntec Mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_3106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm merely trying to look serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_3107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, things are getting boring. Pretty obvious in line with my expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_3108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile Smile. Entertain me PLEASE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_3109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pretendious I can get!! I'm tyring to look like I'm down on a serious discussion. Wahaha... If you ever believe I'm seriously working, bang against the wall to compensate for your stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_3110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pretendious act of mine!! Lolx.. Gee... Grinz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111465793797015339?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111465793797015339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111465793797015339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111465793797015339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111465793797015339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/04/fyp-meet-up-session-at-suntec-mac.html' title='FYP Meet up session at Suntec Mac'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111453222851202617</id><published>2005-04-26T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T09:17:08.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally back blogging!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally back blogging!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a while since I last blog! Really down with heavy work load, seriously busy! Especially after the Shanghai trip, I'm down with tons of reports and many other staffs. Concept paper itself took me weeks to finish. Submited my PP, was approved and now I'm on the next move, do up the poster and present. That's the last check point. If I pass that, one load down! Ai Zai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you peeps must be curious of my doings for the past few weeks yea... Gee... Well, first week of school SUCKS! I don't really like my class! Too many people from too many classes and there's just too many clicks! Its a chore to gel this class up and with the fact that there are people I detest in class, drop my enthusium level. However, I found a couple of friends whom I thought were really NICE people. Ming Shu and Geraldine were pleasent peeps that I believe in time to come, we'll be great friends. And being a Year 3 student, I finally understood that stress and tension my seniors always mention. Competition increased, work load powered, subjects gets tough as we walk up the educational path. Nothing comes easy and we all know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harboured with goals and aims to achieve, I have to work extra hard to see a substantial value of A grades. I wanna take the course I want. I wanna study in good, recognized university. There's so much more in life and I'm going all out to achieve them one by one. A life without direction is a waste of life. Gee... Words of wisdom by WINNIE CHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite leading in such a hectic momentum clock, I felt so blissed. I have a fabulous family who supported me in everyway, 2 irritating brothers whom I can't really torlerate but I can't live without them though, special friends who are always there for me, my basketball kakhi who made my every Saturday so peppy and of all, a great buddy!! Smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much had happen, and I see friends around me falling down one by one. Come on, pick up yourselves!! Will always be there for you peeps yea!! Wink! Ai Zai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111453222851202617?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111453222851202617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111453222851202617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111453222851202617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111453222851202617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/04/finally-back-blogging.html' title='Finally back blogging!!'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111374535726452818</id><published>2005-04-17T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T06:42:37.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastico</title><content type='html'>What a wonderous Sunday I had. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FANTASTICO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so loving my Sunday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111374535726452818?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111374535726452818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111374535726452818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111374535726452818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111374535726452818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/04/fantastico.html' title='Fantastico'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111366879724763009</id><published>2005-04-17T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T16:04:04.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh procrastination and it's perils</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Procrastination &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh procrastination and it's perils! There's just another day left before my new semester starts again and yet work are piling, left undone, written on my Post-It-Pad. Ever since I return from China, the list of work yet to be done was exhilarating but even so I conquer them one by one however I just can't find the fullstop from being so flooded with WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concept paper ain't completed but I know I can trust Ed to finish the last potion on Financial Issues yea!! Smile. And regarding Shanna and Wai PP introduction, sorry for procrastinating. I'm really super tired. Will do it asap yea!! Gee... FYP is another thing that weighs my brain. Look at the work load piling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, however stress and busy Winnie may get, she's never gonna miss the basketball session each Sat. WooSH! Was late and I'm so so sorry!! Woke up late and was held up by my Godmum... Played with many PROs today!! However... Still prefer CK, PW, CH, Ken and gang!! You peeps rox!! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long great day!! Had dinner at Oasis, yummy!! Then went Bugis for Shopping!! Dad finally found the leather bag he wanted. ~*Yippy*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so happpy, peppy, sweet, blessed! Took neoprint with my Dad &amp;amp; Mum!! Shall show you peeps my pix the next time round! *muack*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111366879724763009?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111366879724763009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111366879724763009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111366879724763009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111366879724763009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-procrastination-and-its-perils.html' title='Oh procrastination and it&apos;s perils'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111319158010189306</id><published>2005-04-11T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:53:00.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOP :: Popeye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOP :: Popeye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been some time since I last blog haven't I? For the past few days, I'm down for FOP camp and let me tell you with no hesitation, the camp ROX!!! Popeye Team is simply that Fantastico!! We got first for the performance night! Steady yea.. Geeky! Ai Zai la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the camp, we CHEER, we SCREAM, we PLAY hard! The fun and laughter gushes through me like endless waves. Those that didn't attend the camp, serve you right, you missed a great deal of FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaki was great! He brought the enthusium of the freshies to the peak and I salute him for that. Not many has that ability. My PoPeye team shake and dance, scream and shout, cheer and laugh, oh goodness, it seems like a long time that I laughed so heartedly. Wish the camp wouldn't end so soon yet saying this, my energy level dropped drastically, with the fact that I turn in at about 4am on the very first night and 1:30am the following night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was super duper fun except for the bathing sechdule. It immediately protray what "bad management" is all about. Would a Bath Session for a camp drag for 3 hours? That's so ridiculous! Upon being drenched after water games, I had to wait for what seem ages before being able to catch a quick bath. By then it was my turn to occupy that crowded bathroom, I'm completely dry. Anyway, poor management. I thought last year FOP camp did a better job but who am I to commend when I didn't participate much in the planning sector. I guess, the management team had a tough time dealing with such too. Shanlt complain about such minor stuffs already. Whatever is it, I enjoyed myself to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harja and gang had never once saw the letagic me and when I started stoning after a long day, they rekon I was sick and one after the other asked the same old thing "Winnie, you okie anot? Sick huh? Faster go rest.. I handle the rest!" My dearies, I'm completly alright, simply tired that's all. Gee... I'm no robort, how could I possibly be smiling through the day? Ha ha... Anyway that's a good sight. That indirectly says that I'm a chirpy peppy gal!! Hmm... A little BHB hor... Opssy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so much to ratter on the camp but I don't have that energy to blog anymore... Shall share my stories with you peeps some other time.. Muack! Popeye, you peeps rox manz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111319158010189306?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111319158010189306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111319158010189306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111319158010189306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111319158010189306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/04/fop-popeye.html' title='FOP :: Popeye'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111251716847972372</id><published>2005-04-03T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T00:32:48.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball ROX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basketball ROX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was complaining about not being able to play bball, but today, woohOoOoo... I went RP for Basketball!! AiZai!! CK, PW, CH, Jonathan, Gary, ZQ and Ken went too! It had been a long time since I last chilled out at the court with those dudes! Its FUN FUN FUN! We played matches after matches, run left right up down! Gee gee... Played one-on-one with CK, PW and CH. God damn tired manz... I lost of course, that's the norm, but one thing, I improved a great deal alright!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie vs CK = 4 vs 7&lt;br /&gt;Winnie vs PW = 6 vs 7&lt;br /&gt;Winnie vs CH = 6 vs 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CK is my "shi fu"... Ai Zai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the basketball fun, we headed to Redhill. Went to develop my photos and waited for Dad to pick me up. Super tired!! Went Grumps place for lunchy lunch then back home to REST!! However, i just couldn't catch a wink!! Arg... Whatever Everwhat!! Shall sleep early tonight bah... Smile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111251716847972372?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111251716847972372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111251716847972372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111251716847972372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111251716847972372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/04/basketball-rox.html' title='Basketball ROX'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111241454918639910</id><published>2005-04-02T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T20:02:29.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball NO MORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Basketball NO MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the annoying alarm clock of mine. I snooze it adn went back to sleep till the next interval of ringing goes. I drag myself off bed and look out the window to see that the weather ain't at all favouring me. How to play basketball in such stormy weather? My heart sank a little. Keongy then called to tell me, basketball is CANCELED. Next week, I won't be able to play bball again... Sadded! Thursday to Sunday would be FOP camp. Can't imagine how quick each holiday passes by. Hardly ever my holiday at RP was spend doing things that ain't relevent to RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the gist of everything is happiness. Well... I'm doing fine, great, excellent, hellacious. Though its a little hectic and fussy, I enjoyed the process of getting things done and each accomplishment made was a reward, a great sense of satisfaction to myself. No doubts, hicups comes in once in a while but I felt those were the little elements that made us grow. Gee... Life rox to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No basketball today! Feeling a little empty. A Saturday without basketball just didn't feel right! Well, I filled my morning with MUSIC! WooSH! Had been on my piano the entire morning, then watch a little TV and finally got myself off to bath. Feel more then refreshed, so here I am blogging for my loyal fans who still reads this blog of mine. Smile. STUNT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a while, I'm gonna meet Ivan to shop for De Hua's present. He suggested to catch a movie... Sorry dude, I need to meet up with a friend later in the evening. Some other time bah... Gee... Ai Zai!! Alright... I gtg! God bless everyone of you all!! Muack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111241454918639910?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111241454918639910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111241454918639910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111241454918639910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111241454918639910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/04/basketball-no-more.html' title='Basketball NO MORE'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111236019202665575</id><published>2005-04-01T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T04:56:32.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Sleep AH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lack of Sleep AH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why I haven't really been blogging for a long time? Work had been piling! I have tons of reports to write, have research to be done, have trade show to prepare for, have interview to accomplish, have FYP and the list goes on. I'm conquring them one by one. Tonight, I WILL, yes I WILL finish my interview for LIME and @LOUD. I promise to send her my article by tonight. ARG! Busy me... But despite the hectic events and activities running in my life, I'm enjoying them to the fullest, though I may complain about those once in a while. *Grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days had been great for me. Really fantastic! *Muack*&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing, I'm lacking of SLEEP!! My dark circle is getting obvious and I don't like that. Today, I'm gonna have late nights again cos I'm gonna pick Daddy up. I miss him so badly!!! He's gonna touch down in Singapore at 11pm I suppose. Anyway, Granpa is gonna pick us up at 10:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much had happen, my life potray a drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about my happenings for today. Slept real late and woke up real early. LACK OF SLEEP AH!!! Took a bus to Bedok interchange to meet Ron and Ivan. Hmm... Alrightz! I admit, my sense of direction is not FANTASTIC! Gee... I got to the wrong bus stop and thankfully, I was lead to the right one later. Yea manz, we were all dressed in our class T-Shirt. Badminton was good today! AiZai... Later during lunchy lunch, all hands were shaking. Oh goodness!! As soon as we had our lunch, we went down for business. FYP is progressing well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was fabulous. HAPPY APRIL FOOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111236019202665575?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111236019202665575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111236019202665575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111236019202665575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111236019202665575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/04/lack-of-sleep-ah.html' title='Lack of Sleep AH!!'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111202182788376582</id><published>2005-03-28T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T06:57:07.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here comes the phOtO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1458.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightz! I'm now in the hostel, waiting for my roomate to be ready. Eeek! She's SLOW! Gee... Anyway, I took the chance to play about with my digi camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its me again! I like this pix! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm just such a phOtO fanatic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This's Haier Co. Who needs a hair wash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day out, finally resting in the bus. Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1784.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one place of interest we visited. This trip to China is not merely work, work and more work. There's time for relaxation as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1633.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time drinking BEER!! Hmm... taste BITTER! Yucks! I prefer pouring beer then forcing them down my throat! Eeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1827.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Bing Tang Hu Lu*~&lt;br /&gt;Ever eaten such? Don't know which IDIOT tell me that's "Bang Bang Tang". Anyway that sOtOng lOOk delicious isn't it! Wanna bite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this! Yummy!!! 14 scopes of ice-cream with fruites, waffles, cookies, nuts and toppings. I'm gonna miss those days in China... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1964.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this gurl is my roomate! I don't like her!! Hmmmff... She snores, deprive me from sleep, has hairy legs... Yuckz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1979.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a Dim Sum restaurant! *wink* I like to eat DIM SUM!! Lolx... Gee... And its so cheap over here in China. Ai Zai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expensive high class shopping centers in China look no different from those in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thisa BALL BALL tower. Nice hor... *Wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China also has Raffles City. Wee~u~Wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2371.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pix is taken early in the morning. I just so need to entertain myself with such a roomate. Wanling is forever so SLOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaily Packaging Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2590.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I look really former in such an attire? I'm force to wear former, not that I had a choice. Anyway, someone told me I look good in these cloths. Gee... You really made my day!! *Muack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2651.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Singpaore Tourism Board. Just adore this circular thingy... GeeKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2890.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are about to leave the hostel, making our way to the Airport. Yippy!! But again, I'm gonna miss China a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Bunny (Vincent), Ed, and Princess Winnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2894.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our power combines, we are leather ranger!!!! Wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_2906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I've reached the airport! WooSH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111202182788376582?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111202182788376582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111202182788376582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111202182788376582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111202182788376582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/03/photos-in-china.html' title='Photos in China'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111184719014594289</id><published>2005-03-26T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T06:26:30.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love CHINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love CHINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Trip to China was marvelous. Be it the educational perspective or the lifestyle we experience, or even the shopping spread, everything fall all in place and I’m so loving it. This is perhaps one of the best school field trip I ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life there was pretty much like s University student. We stay in a hostel, do marketing at supermarkets, take care of our own dinner, had roommates, rush for report day after day. That feeling was very much like an undergraduate. Despite having to rush for reports night after nights, I made no complains because I truly enjoyed myself there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can recall the first night at Shanghai. Poor Bunny and Jas were sick. They had a jab on their butt and those medications running in their body made them really uncomfortable. They couldn’t do much and so we went out to take away food for them. Was running down the street under the little drizzles droplets, searching for plain, light food that my bunny may eat. It’s just something I never experience before. Not only did we go out to hunt for food, we went marketing too! That carefree tempo of life brings about the melodious rhythm of my song. Deep in my heart plays the song of blissfulness that sweeps me off my feet and brought me to what I call, dream world. That carefree-ness simply lightens up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day, we did the same old thing. We shuffled our way to the supermarket, bought mineral water, cup noodles, bread and staffs, drop them at the hostel and then made our way back to the same food outlet to take away food. Menu there were all written in Chinese and that made identifying food type a chore for me. I have to admit that my standard of Chinese ain’t that fantastic but good enough to order edible food back to the hostel for the rest. For the few evenings, Bunny, Ed, MeiShi, Jas and I had dinner together. That’s sense of togetherness was what touched me so deeply. It kind of feel homely and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each day after munching off delicious dinners, we pamper ourselves with a HOT BATH then burry our head into the mountain of words. Reports, reports, and more reports. Articles, reflection journey and press report. There’s just so much to be done but yet I love the way things were in Shanghai. Everyday is just that fruitful, everyday is just that wondrous, and everyday is just so enjoyable. Just wish time could stop for a moment….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, we had SHOPPING CRAZE! Those that had been to China before would understand what CRAZE we had. The bargaining portion of shopping was what heightens the shopping spread. A pair of NIKE or ADIDAS shoes cost no more than RMB100, and that converts to Singapore S$20. Oh goodness!! What a bargain! Accessories cost like say RMB5? A pair of leather boots cost RMB50? Everything there is just that CHEAP! Its so irresitable, so tempting. Mei Shi is one Shopping Queen who bought 10 pairs of boots and shoes. STUNT! I’m IMPRESSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically everyone of us enjoyed the shopping craze and yean for more… Set aside the leisure moments, the educational elements were fantastico! I learnt so much from the many cooperate visit we all had. It’s no doubt an eye-opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the trip, I had so much fun. I video down how a piggy eats sotong, I took tons of photos, I ate Bing Tang Hu Lu, I ate a huge potion of Haigen Daze Ice-cream during winter season, I took photos with huge gigantic durians, I bought 2 fake sunglasses, I etc etc etc… There were moments where I wish time would just halt. But there’s no such thing. Life goes on whether you like it anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received a shocking news a moment ago. I’m dumb-founded, STUNT, worried, lost, just didn’t feel right. After talking to Ron, I felt more stable. Well… Thanks Ronny!! Hmm… Actually I’m perfectly alright! You guys think too much… Serious… Really… Trust me manz… Ha ha ha ha… Bleah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111184719014594289?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111184719014594289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111184719014594289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111184719014594289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111184719014594289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-love-china.html' title='I love CHINA'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111175711269846201</id><published>2005-03-25T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T05:25:12.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm super duper HAPPY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm super duper HAPPY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from CHINA peeps! So much so much to tell you but I can't read everything off in a shot, having on hand tons of work to accomplish. But rest assure, I'm gonna tell my tales here in my bloggy perhaps tomorrow?? Gee... One big bang of the trip was to miss my flight and get stuck 8 hours in the Airport before taking the next flight to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flooded with things in my mind, wanting to share all the wonderous moments I had at China! Oh goodness!! If only I had all the time I want to blog now, apparently, I don't. The content of the China, I shall leave it for tomorrow. Stay tune to catch up the amazing journey to China! Wee~u~Wee. Took at least 1.5GB of photos! AiZai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, was a splendid day! Wish I could have talk about my day happening but again, I'm crop up with some work on hand that had to be submitted today. Well... Take care, rest well and everyone! Off I go to get my mind on work... Cya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Thanks, I had a great day! Geeky!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111175711269846201?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111175711269846201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111175711269846201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111175711269846201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111175711269846201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-super-duper-happy.html' title='I&apos;m super duper HAPPY!!'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111068031399975173</id><published>2005-03-13T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T18:18:34.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~* A New lease of life and love *~</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/lov.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~* A New lease of life and love *~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talk to a person last night who ended a 7 year relationship. She's french and 31 this year so that makes her 25 when she first started the relationship. I'm not a cloase friend of her, just sort of a Hi-Bye friend. However I can still -iImagine her distaught when it was over... but this is not the point of it all. Her mentality for relationship is what impressed upon me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the moment and let go when its time to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulge yourself in everything or anyone who have come your way and live in that, even if it is just one month, one day, one night. Its only with unrestricted abandonment that one can truly live and feel. Feel all that was given. When its over, move on and appreciate the things that happened and that you've experienced with the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the person may not be giving all that you want, that does not mean they have not given all they could have given. That is just basically all they could have give and appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I protested, "Bu to indulge without attachment and to free yourself easily from it is something that comes with experience and trials is it not? Not everyone can do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree with the theory actually. By letting go of possessivenss and jealously just means avoiding bringing unneccessaru troubles to oneself. The stronger you try to grasp on to something the more expectations and frustration one would feel. If its meant to work out, it will without one having to hold on so badly. One should concentrate on the happiness that one experience then dwell in doubts and sadness and ruining a lovely memory with cautiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still an not able to do that, but I would like to eventually.&lt;br /&gt;*work*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while pondering thoughts about nothing but LOVE, the girls and boys thingy sudden force its way through my thought box. The thing about girls, I can never understand, and I myself am one. I really pity guys. How do you know what to do/say to a girl without offending her or making her upset? You know us... Girls = emotional. But the thing that I will never fathom is how we are so bloody indecisive. I always blame Mummy for being indecisive and spend her time lavishly doing pratically nothing at the end of the day but me myself ain't any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Picture this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the supermarketing wanting to buy a drink cause I was thirsty and all. And the later, I decided that maybe I should buy a couple of other stuff since I'm already here. There I was, going around the shelves nodding to myself, 'yup yup' this's good. that's good and so bought a great deal of tidbits. I walked to the counter with everything paid and left. Just as I was walking out I went "Eh!! WHere's my drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys get what I'm trying to say? I didn't buy the drink that was supposingly my agenda. Go figure that one out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111068031399975173?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111068031399975173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111068031399975173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111068031399975173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111068031399975173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-lease-of-life-and-love.html' title='~* A New lease of life and love *~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111061774933877623</id><published>2005-03-12T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T00:55:49.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I care... BUT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I care... BUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's someone out there that I care for, now, is not at all happy. Trapped within herself, finding her life so abhorrently awful. Floorball upsets her. Surrounding upset her. People upset her. Relationship upsets her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the root of her being dismayed and capsized all stream from a change of focus. Back then those peepy delightful days were filled with life goals, targets for fantastic grades and having the hell load of fun mingling with peers. However now, her life took a turning point that zip it off with her CCA. Being a strong-headed person brings about a little stubborness and that befalls on her love life. I know she had loved someone before and that someone is unfortunatly attached but however so, this dude wouldn't get off her mind. I could understand that torment to see the one you love in another's embrace. I really could! I wish I could have said some things to make her feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude is attched, so let him go. Let time fill the emptiness in your heart and then open the love door and seek your next love. Easier said then done. I agree! However so, what has to be done, has to be done. If not otherwise, you are not gonna be a happy girl again. I really miss her laughter, the fun moment we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever she's upset or feeling low and dejected, I always write her an email to encourage her, to perhaps advisor her, to let her know, I CARE. But now, I open an email text page, not knowing where to start. That gap between us have grown and I didn't like that. I really wish to know who I am to her now. Friendship is so important to me, especially her friendship. I treasure it loads!! Sometimes I just feel so redundant in her life and so I shun. Cos I know she has loads of peers surrounding her, cos I know they knew her better, so I walked away thinking she's gonna be happier being with just "them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I thinking in such a manner? Where did all these thoughts root from? I have absolutely no idea. I'm now feeling freaking lost, uneasy and lousy. I'm gonna fly off to China tomorrow night but yet, I feel not the excitement nor the eagerness, but the dejection. Despite the dun moments I had yesterday, with the thoughts of such, my mood went 6ft under ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone out there understands me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111061774933877623?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111061774933877623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111061774933877623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111061774933877623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111061774933877623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-care-but.html' title='I care... BUT...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111061290442794453</id><published>2005-03-12T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T18:25:19.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last Day Of School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the Early Birds!! So to kill time, we grab one poor soul to be at our service - take photo for us!! Gee gee... This' our class Jeseay!! I'm so loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_13555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo!! Ivan ah... Forever this pose! CHANGE!! This pose so "DEMON"... Gee gee... What do you think you are doing?? Trying to lift my head of my shoulder?? Muhaha... STUNT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOOk at this pose! Good and bOO! Just realized it was a good combination for photo taking!! Ai Zai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is one typical pose I posed!! Lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feels like a model!! Had been taking phOtOs the entire morning till Ms Ang arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1394.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be VAIN!! Anyway, I'm VAIN! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHOST!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I look something like a Penguin???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_13600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you if you think I'm acting cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1364.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee gee...1..2..3 CHEEZE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_13900.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~* 13 *~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_14390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say CHEEZE!! I love !SM0310~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last day of lessons before we are fed with a short break and Year 3 begins. Early in the morning, being early, we took tons of photos and mind you, photo taking lasted till 12 midnight. Through the day, I'm with my classmates, enjoying the togetherness before we part into our different specializations and classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, I had a hell great deal of FUN! SM0310, I'm gonna miss each and every moment with you peeps manz!! But rest assure, I will NOT allow this class to split! I'm gonna make an effort to keep us all GEL up! Ai Zai...&lt;br /&gt;*I Ov3 you all so very muchy much*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lessons, I went to collect the Satay from City Satay, then the Bee Hoon and then to Chalet. Damn! I got to the wrong place but thanks god, Dad turned back to put me where I'm suppose to be. Lucky me!! Then onwards, that craze began. We fool about, laugh and crap. Kel and Ivan, naughty naughty!! Hmmpff... Don't mess about with Princess Winnie yea!! They made an attempt to wet me at the pool side. Nice try, but try HARDER!! Muhahaha.... *Evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed every bit of the gathering. We simply take take and take pictures. Wearing uniform jeseay made us looked so united and indeed, we are united. Yea manz!! *Muack* At the Chalet, I resemble a MONKEY, climbing up and down! Lolx... My peeps couldn't stand me!! Ha ha.... And I blocked their air-con, emitting heat. Gee!! I'm just that playful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once bitten, twice shy. When Ed came, they jio me out for a walk but I just refused and had De Hua to protect me in return of NOT BLOCKING THEIR AIRCON. Gee... I'm surely gonna get wet it I went along with them manz... Actually, I brought extra cloths for a change but I lied and said I had no change of cloths! Gee... And my classmates are so so so GULLIBLE! *opssy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as they left, I went to the beach for a stroll and when I'm back, woooOOOOoo TIME FOR BBQ! I didn't BBQ amything for anyone. I'm Princess Winnie, they should SERVE me!! LOL!! Ha ha... And Ronny, I'm NOT Mariaine!! *BISH* But just for one exception cute suave dude, I lay my hands on those oily food, burry my face in the mist of smoke gilling chicken fillet and hotdogs for Justin Boy. (Don't mistaken!! Not the Justin Leong nor Justin. Jose but for Justin Chang.) He's such a dude!! OMG! *melted* Gee gee... And I took photo with him!!! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... okok... Guess I'm going overboard. Ha ha... Anyway, we play on till 12 midnight. SLEEPY SLEEPY SLEEPY!! I almost fell asleep at the Chalet. Gee... Oh ya, forgot to mention that Ken was there too!! Naughty bOy! GEEK! At about 12:30pm, Alvan send me, Ken, Ed, and Shanna home. Thanks manz... Gee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much about my day!! Ai Zai... Justin Boy, ya so suave!!!! *drooling* mUhahhaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111061290442794453?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111061290442794453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111061290442794453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111061290442794453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111061290442794453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/03/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day Of School'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111037854184887938</id><published>2005-03-09T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T06:29:01.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm... Yea?? Huh?? Haha??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hmm... Yea?? Huh?? Haha??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with a good note. Completed the entire ppt before 2nd meeting and get on with my Port of Qingdao essay. Noon fell into a dark hole. Felt a little uncomfortable about things but... Yea, close one eye and get on with life. Evening on a relax tone, we went Hollen.Village for Katong Laksa with Wishliti, Ivan and Lili and off we headed home. Had a long chat with someone on sms and yea, I got the message.... Hmm... Yea... Huh.... Lolx.... Blax! Ay thanks for trusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111037854184887938?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111037854184887938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111037854184887938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111037854184887938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111037854184887938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmm-yea-huh-haha.html' title='Hmm... Yea?? Huh?? Haha??'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111027739044909413</id><published>2005-03-08T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T02:23:10.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of March has been such a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 8th day of March yet it felt as if a long time had passed yet the clock ain't working in my tune. These couple of days, I had been distracted by many things such that blogging had to be done either during late night or not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a brief recollection for yesterday: I skipped lessons for no apparent reasons. Blame it on my laziness. However stating my lack of sleep etc, I woke up pretty early despite not having lessons. I grant myself holiday. Gee!! At 7am, just as the dim sun ray hit my room, my active eyes couldn't shut itself any longer, so I hop down to the playroom's toliet for steambath. SHOIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slack around, pinning my fingers on the piano keys, I waited for my darling parents to get their butts in the car. I kind of regret not attending Satistical Method of Engineering, especially when I learnt that my classmates had an A grade. I was actually slacking at my Dad's office, running about with him to meet his clients before getting to RP for a meeting with the other paysetter peeps. Anyway, even saying so, I had a fabulous time shopping. Got myself a white wollen top to keep me warm in China. Went to Orchard with Ed, Wendy aka Shopping Queen and Rose. Nice fun people they are! WooSH! I believe we will get along real well for we all LOVE taking photos!! Especially Wendy! Ai Zai... She's a fun-loving gurl and she's of my age! WoohOOoooO... In my class, its rare that I have people of my age. I suppose people of the same age has probably the same frequency, same mentality? Correct me if I'm wrong. Gee... I can tell, this imp little girl can be as crazy as I am! WoooHOooo... Let craze it off manz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the shopping, we went back to RP again for Part 2 meeting. Actually, I didn't quite find that meeting productive. Its kind of a get together session where by we talk, crap and ratter about little details and rules and regulations that we have to abide. Beside that, there's not much catchy. Opss, yea, and I would like to mention on Mei Shi's clumziness! Oh goodness!! She spilled chilli on Jasmine's jacket, spilled Oo Long Cha on her own Jean. I'm not gonna take my chance and sit beside her during meal time! Gee.. *kidding*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as meeting ended, Ed and I depart to East Shore Hospital for our jabs. I'm not very good with my direction and so, didn't manage to get my way there however so, we took our chance on Katong Clinic but the pricing were way too expensive. Dad came along, pick us up and called Dr Wong, my family doctor. He had only one jab left, so we decided to go take the jab the next day and that's TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~* THE END *~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much about my YESTERDAY. And now about today? Yup, I took my jab at Dr Wong's clinic. I'm a brave girl. Had no fear for needles like many others would! *Wink* But someone is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SCARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Dr Wong praised me!! WooSH!! He said I'm braver then guys. That dude there, I supposed fear injections! Opss!! Ha ha... Dr Wong says his muscles contracts! Hmm... I need not go further to make you understand what I'm driving too yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;READ BETWEEN THE LINES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee... Soon after, we went home and that's basically all about it! Now I'm home, free and easy, blogging like I always did. Had so much in mind now!! You know, sometimes, you get carried away trying to make the most of life by making big, big plans to travel and experience the whole wide world. And you forget about those little things unique to you that make you happy. Like stomming on the piano, the music blasting and you lost in a tumultuous torrent of jumbled up thoughts, or curling up in pajamas under the blankets in a cold darkened room with a good book, or stopping by a convenience store and buying Origina, then suck the plups and allow it to sizzle down your throat. Or perhaps sending weird funny sms to people randomly and await their entertaining replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times you go to school on a blue Monday morning feeling dazed and tired from lack of sleep and suddenly you notice things that only you do that your classmates don't that make you smile anyway. But then things that you don't expect to happen that make you cry a bit, like when a songs plays on the radio that suddenly brings back a violent surge of memories you weren't prepared to remember. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplest, most genuine, most profound joys in life are appreciating the people around you that mean something to you, by making them happy and giving them all you can, by caring, by being sincere, by making peace. By not being self indulgent and selfish, and realising that you're just another person in a troubled, over-populated world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes today's philosophical reflection bullshit nonsense. Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.geerefresh.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.geerefresh.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111027739044909413?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111027739044909413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111027739044909413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111027739044909413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111027739044909413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/03/march.html' title='MARCH'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-111002410137946510</id><published>2005-03-05T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T04:58:56.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~* Growing Up *~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~* Growing Up *~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a baby, I cry and whine. I bite anything within my range and reach out for toys available to me. I drink nothing but milk, eat nothing but air. I'm hairless but I was treated like a Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 4 or 5, I played at the playground, dig in the sand and build sand castles. I was a quiet gurl, obedient, amenable, docile little girl. I don't usually disturb my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 6 or 7, I used to plus leaves and flowers off the plants in our garden, mix them up with water and soil in a little flower pot and pretend that I was cooking delicious herbs and special medicines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned 7 or 8, I gave my brother and myself believe names like in the cartoon we watched and we would have adventure after adventure riding our bicycles and pretending they were spaceship, naming our stuffed toys and pretending they were real, tie towel around our neck to look like some superman figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an over-imaginative child can sometimes be so much more comforting than being a young adult grappling with reality, being spoon-fed is so much easier than venturing out and fending for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday life is teaching is its lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think experience is life's favourite way of teaching us what it wants us to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you're in the middle of experiencing an experience, your senses gets clouded. This is when so many messy thoughts overcrowd you brain and obscures your view of thing, thus preventing you from making proper decisions. Because when your brain is fuzzy, you get confused and your eyes see thing that aren't there and you smell things that aren't there and you touch things that aren't there. Just sometimes, I felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today being a Saturday, I did what a Saturday has for me - basketball. BINGO!! I love playing basketball but today, I see basketball more then I play basketball. It's kind of a miricle that CK managed to get so many peeps down RP. More then 10 players stood by the court taking turns to perform their "STUNT". Daniel is one fantastic player. I was watching them playing from a far, observing their playing style. God damn good player is none other then Daniel Phang! In my team was CK, Willy, PW and I. Of all, CK was the best player among us! Thumbs up! Gee... Soon, it was time to leave and meet my mOtOr &lt;a href="mailto:F@mily"&gt;F@mily&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its IVAN's birthday! Happy birthday boy! We went to Bugis! Lili and I bought this dude an ice cream cake. The birthday boy treated us Swensen. Yummy! Thanks!! It was really FILLING and I do mean FILLING!! Took many photos, crap a hell load and then off for neoprint. This is one tradition I'm implementing. On each and every mOtOr members birthday, we will take neoprint and paste them in our very own "passport". Ai Zai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Copy6ofMar05111.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Copy5ofMar05111.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Copy4ofMar05111.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Copy3ofMar05111.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofMar05111.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Copy2ofMar05111.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day out, every since morning 7:30am that I left the house. And after parting with them, I didn't go home but went straight to Grumps' home. Now I understood why Dad insisted I go back. It's Aunty Alice Birthday!!! Had dinner together. Mum made dumplings and KOM BA PAU. Those kind of plain PAU we stuff meat in it. Plus a feast of cause! I'm freaking FULL!!! No way am I gonna eat anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-111002410137946510?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/111002410137946510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=111002410137946510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111002410137946510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/111002410137946510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/03/growing-up.html' title='~* Growing Up *~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110993175509057560</id><published>2005-03-04T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T02:22:35.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phOtOs phOtOs mOre phOtOs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;phOtOs phOtOs mOre phOtOs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/DSC00257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyo! I'm feeling so energetic for no apparent reason! Gee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/DSC00258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~* Geeky *~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/DSC00260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, kana bullied! Always pull my hair! BISH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/DSC00261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I have 2 hairdresser. Ron hold me hair, Ed cuts my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/DSC00262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, we gurls are behind, cannot bully us le bah!! *Bleah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/DSC00263.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one proper pic taken after much struggle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Xuiling lessons was FUN FUN FUN! I'm so loving her lessons!! Ai Zai... We draw on the cardboard with various color markers! We had song guessing games, and much more fun! Ms Ang, I like you lessons manz! Muack! And I like her RJ question as well. Wrote 450 words for her RJ however that wasn't my record breaking standard. Back then for C&amp;C I wrote about 500 plus plus plus words! Gee.... I so love writing!! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 6pm. Another more 6 hours to Ivan's birthday! Happy Birthday Jie... Gee... Ai Zai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110993175509057560?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110993175509057560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110993175509057560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110993175509057560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110993175509057560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/03/photos-photos-more-photos.html' title='phOtOs phOtOs mOre phOtOs'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110985857383919598</id><published>2005-03-03T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T06:02:53.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Insensitive Me ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;:: Insensitive Me ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carelessness was always my demerit point. This time round, UT was easy, simple, a give away mark test, yet I made silly mistakes that neither me myself and I could pardon those. Well, so be it! What passed has passed. There is much more in life and I won’t want to dwell upon it too long for it will make my hair turn white, add wrinkles to face, kill more brain cells and most of all, made me an unhappy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After UT, I went out with my classmates. Each and every outing was fun and enjoyable but not today. Well, things happen this way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happily left school with my bunch of usual khakis for a movie at Cine. HITCH was a great show! Trust me, it’s worth watching. The story line was super and it made all of us jiggles with laugher! After the show, we girls, as usual discuss about the story line thinking that those dudes wouldn’t bother anyway. Soon, one group of people was diverted into 3 cliques. Not very desire. Actually I noticed that all along but never bother much, thinking that they were comfortable with what had been happening all these while. No one voiced out they displease and though I always prefer the whole chink gang to smile and laugh as one, I didn’t do anything to string us together. It soon became a norm that things should happen this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I insisted on taking Neoprint. Each time my mOtOr F@mily peeps obliged and we will take pix together after much pestering but not today. Initially I was still running up and down the escalator chasing after them for photo taking. It was kind of childish of me but it’s FUN! That’s the x-factor, FUN! Gee…. The laughing smiley faces was what make my day but suddenly, things became sour. The smiles vanished. Perhaps it is just my fault. I shouldn’t have insisted on taking neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being rejected, we girls decided to play on. We pretended to be angry but we thought it was obvious that we were playing because though, we carried laughter and smile walking off. Maybe we carried this too far off. Jason was fedup and left. I didn’t know about that till I asked Ed where Jason was. Hmm… Lost for words. Everyone was just not in the mood to shop anymore I suppose. The atmosphere was wrong. Wrong tune, wrong key. I didn’t know how else I should respond to this weird air floating. I asked and encourage more laughter but apparent it didn’t work. Soon, I had to get back to RP too attend some Osim marketing talk at Ubi. So Ed and I left early and headed towards school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massaging arm chairs there was WOW!! Damn comfortable! We get to try any OSIM branded equipment! Gorgeous! I love that messaging chair. The i-desire is really IMPRESSIVE! Trust me, you wouldn’t wanna get your ass off the armchair after sinking in comfort. Later was a talk by (I-don’t-know-who). Basically its all about OMIS, his history and marketing strategies! I like that! An interesting talk, much insight gained and some little terms pronounced were kind of familiar for we study that in the classroom! I’m surely anticipating the trip to China more then ever. Ai Zai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia, CIE Director is THUMB UP. A really true person at RP that from the bottom of her heart care for her student. I salute her and respect her loads. Had a good long chat with her. GOSH!!! She’s just so GREAT! Not just her status alone but her as a person. Her personality, her character was beyond what many things. She’s one director with no airs. Knowing that we were heading towards the East, she gave us a lift in the taxi. She has no obligation to give us a lift but she did. I believe, people like SEG Director will not offer such. We talked a lot and I got to know her better in the process. She’s one that we can talk to so comfortably. She knows what’s going on at RP, not some blind staffs that simply listen to the norm. She believes in herself, care for people, has a kind personality, had the drive and determination. She’s never afraid to try new things. I admire her truly! She’s one that’s willing to take an extra mile for the benefit and advantage, not to her, but her students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just a DAMN wondrous CIE Director. Considering that my day out wasn’t a really good one, I compensate myself with a treat of KATONG LAKSA! Lili and Sherline!! I ate Katong Laksa wor~~ *ENVY?* Geeky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I had a good chat, rattering about the changes Katong had gone through for the past 2 years, ratter about our childhood days, ratter about Katong Laksa, ratter about our classmates etc... Well, good chill out session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a long day out, I’m back home, bathed, smelling good, blogging here in my bloggy! Ai Zai…. mOtOr F@mily, next time round, the outing will be a better one yeA! Ai Zai…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110985857383919598?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110985857383919598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110985857383919598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110985857383919598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110985857383919598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/03/insensitive-me.html' title=':: Insensitive Me ::'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110968202937159044</id><published>2005-03-01T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T05:00:29.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VPN SUCKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;VPN SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VPN went hayewire. Lessons wasn't fruitful neither were there insignt gain but fun, alot. Henry was there when the whole chink gang were playing CS. He wasn't anything against it for we can't do anything else then. In RP, without internet connection, we are pretty much handicap. I believe you all have to agree. Further more, todays module work had to be done online using WMS thus made learning a chore when VPN is down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did no powerpoint, no research, simply play the day out! A total waste of time!! However saying so, I had a whole great deal of fun! I played CS. You believe?? Gee... YESH!! Winnie Chew played CS!! *Wink* 9 out of 10 times I was killed! *FAINT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the time it was Ed and Ron that killed me!! IDIOT!! After sometime, I find everyone changing their nicknames to WINNIE. Goodness! I couldn't recognize who were who then. I shoot myself and got shot and .... Basically die at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were nicknames like:&lt;br /&gt;+ Winnie +&lt;br /&gt;+ Winnie(1) +&lt;br /&gt;+ Winnie (2) +&lt;br /&gt;+ Chew +&lt;br /&gt;+ Chewing Gum+&lt;br /&gt;+ Marine +&lt;br /&gt;+ Wei Ling +&lt;br /&gt; and more more more that I can't recall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy God! Its just me me and still me. Didn't know who I was shooting anyway and the odds that I'm killing others is pretty low. Now I understand the fun thing in CS. Its not the game that's fun. Its how it brings everyone together playing that is fun. Well... CS, not a bad game after all! I had a good time with that CS thingy for today! AI Zai... But rest assure I will NOT get addicted to games. Even Kel started playing and his reaction and respond were as BIG as mine. We made a hell load of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After play time, its down to serious thinking. We have to select the topic for FYP. With the VPN up and down, with the many topics of choices, we took quite a while to decide on what we wanted to deal with for Year 3.  Well, my team consist of Jenny, Ivan, Ronny, Edmund and I. Having 3 options, our 1st choice is "Study of Product Management Strategies for an Event Driven product", 2nd, "Optimize Supermarket Queue" and 3rd, "Effective Work Environment". Our speciallization is announced and I have gotten what I wanted, logistic. Soon enough we will be choosing our electives modules. Great! Everything is sailing smooth for me... Get this going on manz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a free and easy day, it was time for meeting however its postpone till tomorrow, so I headed home. And god knows, I chance upon Terence's classmates. They wanted to go RP to take a look and to also complete their JAE. Being the ME, I without hesitation walk all the way back from the MRT station to RP. I played the role of tour guide! Brought them around, talked to the Principle for we chance upon him along the way and then finally to the Annex Hall for JAE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmund (not the one in SM0310 la~) gave Dion a call and of no where, he appeared at RP to drive us to my place. Well, this is the first time I'm meeting this OLD Edmund. He didn't leave a good impression on me. Half the time, valgue words splatter on the windscreen. GOODNESS! For heaven sake!! Cut down on those. Even such words has past tense. I just couldn't tolerate people sprouting valgue words in almost every sentence he speak! ARG!!! Spare my ears please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone then settle at my house comfortably while my brother went out for a moment. Dion was very entertaining. For an hour, we were pouncing on the Piano, playing all types of songs from Pop music to Classical pieces. While we immerse ourselves in Music, the rest glued their eyes to the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my day ended at Grumps place for dinner. *Smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110968202937159044?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110968202937159044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110968202937159044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110968202937159044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110968202937159044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/03/vpn-sucks.html' title='VPN SUCKS'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811745.post-110956378458729461</id><published>2005-02-28T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T20:24:46.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ron and Ivy Jie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Newlywed.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Mr Ron and Ivy Jie's birthday! Ai Zai... Mr Ron is 4 years old!!! Believe it?? 29 Feb birthday peeps are always so young!! Lolx... *Envy* And Ivy Jie is celebrating HER 21st birthday!! Gee... Happy Birthday Peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, though its NOT my Birthday, I'm always BULLIED! Geek!!! Ha ha ha... They didn't smash cake onto my face, but that fear stood within me! I didn't have a change of clothes and I surely didn't wanna stink of cake the whole day! De Hua and the typical peers threaten to spread cake on me!! *Bleax*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie in DEFENSE MODE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4071.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful!! The cake is gonna fall on me!! I have no change of clothes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4070.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHhhhhh.... PLease please!! Spare me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH!!! Go Away!! BULLY!! ShooOOOOoo!! GO GO GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/CopyofIMG_4065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEeeee..... What's that! Go away!! IDIOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright manz! This class is forever so ON ah!! Every single classmate's birthday is never missed. Cakes, cakes and more cakes!!! I'm going BROKE!! Jason ah, faster collect the money form the rest pleasey please!! Gee.... *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's birthday celebration is pretty FUNNY!!&lt;br /&gt;Ron and Ivy Jie were newly wed couple!! Ai Zai... Congrate!! We had a good laugh before all the screams and craziness bomb the class! Sorry, didn't mean to scream and freak you guys out but.... I'm already trembling!! FEAR FACTOR! Muhahaha.... *rubbish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie... Shall blog again later if time permits... Once again, happy birthday people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110956378458729461?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110956378458729461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110956378458729461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110956378458729461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110956378458729461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-birthday-ron-and-ivy-jie.html' title='Happy Birthday Ron and Ivy Jie'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110950960589891725</id><published>2005-02-27T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T05:06:45.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a week that I wanted to go roller blading but its always the case that I didn't had the time or the weather ain't desire. Saturday weather was fantastico yet I had to work. This morning, I crawled off the bed at 7:30am but it was raining cat and dog. Nothing is in my favour manz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a dreaful morning, I went out for some fresh air! Supposingly I'm meeting Wishlity Jie, Lili and Ivy Jie but Lili had to go to Church and WishlitiJie had stomach upset. Anyway, we had fun shopping! Went Orchard and Suntec to find prezzie! Guess what we bought for Ronny? Gee... HUSH HUSH! And guess what I bought for Ivy Jie? Muhaha... Of course I wouldn't write it here. Both birthday boys read my bloggy!! Lolx... Gee gee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping we caught a movie. Howl's Moving Castle! OMG! Its nice nice nice! Thumbs up!! The poster ain't appealing but the story line is GREAT! Love story! OMG.... WoohOOooOO... Actually, was thinking of having dinner with Ivy Jie but Dad called me up so I went dinner with my family. Gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I'm so tired now.... I better go getsome rest if not tomorrow I'm gonna be so grouchy! Gee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110950960589891725?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110950960589891725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110950960589891725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110950960589891725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110950960589891725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunday.html' title='SUNDAY'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110942630238489410</id><published>2005-02-26T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T05:58:22.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of WORK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;First Day of WORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie's FIRST day of work! In all my 18 years of life, my Daddy finally let her precious daughter WORK! 12 bucks per hour! God pay isn't it! I won't settle for less the next time round! Gee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it anot, I'm just so anxious to work! Woke up at 7:30am when work starts at 10am. Both Lili and I reached the destination at 9:40am, feeling so excited to work! Sherline latey late! Gee... Ivan friend joined us too!! We didn't know how she looked like, so I was about to ask a curly hair girl if she's Ivan's friend, then of no where when I mention her name, that actual Ivan'ts friends stood just behind me. Save my trouble and embaressment asking the wrong person! Gee... Ai Zai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty quiet, not vrey sociable. Lolx... Anyway, later, Lili and I were team up while Sherline went off with Bing Li. Lili and I had fun, however only for the first 2 hours. After which, I was counting down to 6pm. Gee... Too tired! Legs aching! Goodness!! That Bing Li is not a very plesent gurl manz... Hmmm... Lolx... Gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, we went Hollen.V for dinner. We had KATONG LAKSA!! My first time eating laksa manz!! Kind of SPICY!! GeeK! But delicious!! *wink* First time eatting such great laksa, I'm not gonna settle for any laksa of lower standard then the famous Katong Laksa!! I'm very demanding hor! STUNT! Gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious to know where my first pay is gonna go? To my parents of course! All 96 bucks, though little, I'm gonna give it all to my Dad and Mum!! Gee... *wink* I just wanna give my first salary of my forst job to my dearest! *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm lazing on my bed, too lazy and tired to move an inch of muscle! Simply shaz.... Geek! Nighty night!! And who's that poser in my tag board!!!!!! Ivy Jie still don't wanna tell me!! Hmmppff....  Winnie HATES Jeremy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110942630238489410?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110942630238489410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110942630238489410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110942630238489410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110942630238489410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/02/first-day-of-work.html' title='First Day of WORK!'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110934218951493036</id><published>2005-02-25T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T06:36:29.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/TheMotorFamily.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had nothing much to do last night so there I was, doing some boring stuffs like playing with the photos my mOtOr Family took yesterday. I set this for my wallpaper alright! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I PON lessons today but with valid reason. I went to see the doctor. After that, in the late afternoon, Dad, Mum and I went to meet Dad's classmate, his best pal!! They had been in contact with one another for at least 25 years! Oh goodness! So envy! I wish I had friends that long too.... Anyway I'm 18 going 19, where on earth do I find people that know me for 25 years? Muhaha... Ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the long conversation, I suddenly find myself so lucky, so lucky to be who I am now. So lucky to have what I have now. And now I respect Uncle Alan much much more! Salute. His Uncle cheated his conpany money and now, he is in debts. He had fallen but the thing that impressed me was the way the handle things. He fell, but he didn't dwell. He climb up again and move on. He still have a family of 4 to look after! What's most important is not the failure but how to get up and move on. I really deep from my heart respect him. Ever since I was a kid, we often talk, crap, joke and laugh with me. He's my mentor. Despite my age then, we were like best of friends though he's my uncle. The way we communicate are nothing more like friends. He watched me grow up and had been guiding me all these while. I've learnt alot from him, things that cannot be found in the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through Uncle Alan, I came to know about Uncle Yong Tai is in shit too! His case was worst off!! He spend lavishly on silly things like Fishes and Birds. He paid thousand over dollar on them and hired people to look after those. He bought plasma TV at $20,000, a watch that cost $30,000 and owns 2 cars, one 7 series BMW plus a MPV. Even when he is running down in business, he still spend the way he always did. He wanted face. He didn't wanna cut on those luxuries for that would imply his down turn. What the hell is he thinking manz!! He still wanted to hide his from Dad and was afraid to receive help from people. What are friends for! Good weather friends, there are many but bad weather friends? Uncle Alan, Uncle Yong Tai and Dad are buddies. In time like this, they will be there for one another. Dad is all ready to help them. Even Uncle Alan who isn't in a very good shape now, fork out 10 grands to help Uncle Yong Tai. Where to find this kind of friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are whenever, friends are forever. I'm the type of person who treasure each one of every friendship. When my friends are in need of help I will be there for them. All my life, since when have I rejected any of my friends? Treasure friendship peeps!! Friends are friends because we are fated to be friends. Everything happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much feelings and thoughts within me this very moments. Just had a long chat with Zhi Jia regarding FUTURE. We were talking about further studies, marriage, kids, retirement. Gee... Just too much thoughts flood me! Friends, life, future... etc.... I guess I need to find a day, roller blade off to my hideout and think, think carefully what I want in life. Who wanna go roller blading? Just give me a ring!! I'm very ON one... Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie... Nighty nighty peeps!! Motor Family Ai ZaI!! Tomorrow will be my first day working. Wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110934218951493036?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110934218951493036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110934218951493036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110934218951493036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110934218951493036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110925568009906333</id><published>2005-02-24T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T06:39:14.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mOtOr Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mOtOr Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Motor Family Day!!! The Motor Family travel round Orchard carrying the widest smile you ever see. Slack at Boarders, read magazine ranging from Cleo to Wedding Bridal. Play with little kid, teasing her till she chuckle with laughter. Pace down to Far East for lunch at Long John. The Chicken and Fishes at our mercy. 12 noon, gallop to Haru Scene to snip snap cut the frizzel off the hair. Roll into the photo shop for neo print sessions. POSE POSE POSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of US, the mOtOr &lt;a href="mailto:f@mily"&gt;f@mily&lt;/a&gt; peeps just rox big time!!&lt;br /&gt;--=''*Princess Winnie*"=--&lt;br /&gt;--=''*Princess Lili*"=--&lt;br /&gt;--=''*Princess Sherline*"=--&lt;br /&gt;--=''*Wishliti Jie*"=--&lt;br /&gt;--=''*Ivan Jie*"=--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~* The Motor Gurls Empire *~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/th_Wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/th_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/th_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/th_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;~* The Lingz Motor Clan *~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/th_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/th_8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/th_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/th_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Lili and my hair decresed in length, haven't it? Well... Hair just grew shorter over night! Gee... *bleah* Do I look any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Princess Winne had a good day! Wooha~ After all the fun, I drag myself back to RP just for one interview session. Dreadful! Anyway, good news!! Winnie is selected for the China trip thingy however she's not very excited about it now. Haiz.... Thought I would be joyful to learnt that I'm going China this March but just..................................... *Ga BiSH!* Whatever! Everwhat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110925568009906333?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110925568009906333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110925568009906333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110925568009906333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110925568009906333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/02/motor-family.html' title='mOtOr Family'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110908545883220854</id><published>2005-02-22T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T07:26:48.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a naughty gurl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a naughty gurl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a naughty gurl!!! Naughty naughty gurl. This is the second time I skip school. First time was after a long persuadsion of someone dear to me and now, my classmates influence. *Grinz* 99% of my heart is hanging out the window and the 1% left goes to GUILT! After 1st meeting, my class is left with merely 10 students while the rest PON. Oh goodness! How can I PON school! So GUILTY manz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to catch a movie then had Saka Sushi for lunch after which went home. Jie was so CUTE!! As soon as Marie Zhou shut the door, he exclaimed "Now what?" His speech expose his eagerness to leave the class almost immediately! Gee gee... Lili went off with us too! She's like the guai girl in class and even she is PONning lessons, it simply lessen my sense of guilt to skip class. To many, this is a very normal situation. However to me, it's like breaking the school rules, its like.... How should I explain my thoughts? Hmmm... Ha ha... lolx... It just feels like a primary school kid being late for class. That fear, that tension that lies in that kid is perhaps what's in me then. Anyway, yesh, I PON lessons and told Dad about it too! Phew! He didn't reprimand me instead asked me where I'd been and what movies had I watch. *Grinz* He know that I know my limits and will never go overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! I'm tricked into believe what they ate at Saka Sushi were spiders, big fat juicy spiders! *Bish* Can't believe I'm that naive to believe you peeps! Oh ya, and Lili, I lost the bet! Will pass ya the 1 buck tomorrow! Gee... I'm so mean hor... But its okie la~ Gee gee... Hush Hush, secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a long day out with my jie mei(s), we all headed home. Wishiliti Jie, and Lili almost got me confused over the direction of the MRT. LOL. In the evening, I went shopping with my family peeps! Bought new phone!! Now I'm using Nokia 7610 while Bro is using 6260. Ai Zai! I like the phone I'm using now! Gee gee... But I'm so so so pissed with Terence. ARG! Anyway, yea lolx....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so guilty for teaching my classmate the wrong thing. Gonna double check with Ms Ang tomorrow!! If I really teach you guys the wrong method, really sorry sorry sorry... I'm so apologitic!! My apologies once again..... *sob sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110908545883220854?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110908545883220854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110908545883220854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110908545883220854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110908545883220854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-naughty-gurl.html' title='I&apos;m a naughty gurl'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110899435548280884</id><published>2005-02-21T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T06:53:17.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill up that emptiness gurl</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fill up that emptiness gurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've choosen my specialization and had gotten into what I always wanted to, major in Logistic. Later in March, there's a 10 days trip to China for attachment. I had signed up for that and Dad encourages me to go as well. Gee... Everything seems to be running smooth for me. Ai Zai!! And hopefully in June, the trip to Aust - Melbouren will be a success! This time round, I'm going with my friends, not family, so its kind of different and I'm looking forward to that. Woooha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good! *Smile* Life had been enriching. Friends around me had been fantastic, and my Motor Family just rox~ However great life is, there's just something amiss. My buddy is lost somewhere in my life and I detest that emptiness that lies somewhere down in my heart. Many a time I question myself if I'm irritating, if I'm a nuisance, if I'm redundant to her. Was it me that didn't take the effort to keep this friendship glowing like it once did? Was it me that fail as a friend? Today when I saw her along the corridor, I realize how far we have drifted apart. We barely exchange words that fingers can count, that's very saddening. I want this friendship to spark yet I'm not putting in any effort to build this friendship between us. When was the last time I see her smiling right from her bottom of her heart? These days, she looked so stressed up, so unhappy, so dismay and each time I wish I could do something to help her however, I'm always so useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what I could have done. I just felt that she's allowing floorball to revolve around her world too much such that floorball is manipulating her mood, her emotions, her thoughts. That shouldn't be the way. Its supposingly a sport to bring about team work, happiness and more laughters, not the other way round. It hurts to see her this way. It really does. Her circle of friends is huge but being in the mist of the crowd, she often bring happiness to everyone except herself. Tell me that I'm wrong. Tell me that she's doing wondrous, feeling peppy and stuffs. Tell me she's not at all upset these days. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with me manz??? Geek! So geekish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110899435548280884?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110899435548280884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110899435548280884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110899435548280884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110899435548280884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/02/fill-up-that-emptiness-gurl.html' title='Fill up that emptiness gurl'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110890857803897987</id><published>2005-02-20T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T06:09:38.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"每个女孩都是花朵。都是会持续散放到人生终了的花朵。每个人从出生的那一刻起便细心的栽培自己的花蕾。 会接出什麽样的果实， 谁也无法预料， 所以然花朵尽情的散发吧！属于你的， 属于我的那多满怀希望的花朵。 末天党我无然望着天空将会不禁对自己慕名地感动不已。无乱是狂风暴雨或是黑夜， 我都可以笑着， 神采奕奕地对你说我拥有每一个明天。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quoted from a show "THE ROSE". Took me so long to type it out cos I didn't know the han yu pin ying for those words. Simply trial and error. Not bad bah! I finished watching the entire 4 parts of the show in 2 days. STUNT?? Gee gee... Its so so sooOOOooOOoo touching!! I bet anyone watching this will tear. Guarantee plus chop! It's so &lt;a href="mailto:F@iryt@le"&gt;F@iryt@le&lt;/a&gt; like, its a happily ever after ending! OMG OMG OMG.... I'm so touched! She found her Prince at the very end of the day. So happy, super duper happy!! Gee gee... But again, its just a drama but still, I'm so peppy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, I spend my Sunday watching VCD, only went out in the evening for dinner with my family peeps. We all went to Great World for Crystal Jade. Later went Zara to buy some cloths before heading home and guess who I chance upon? Carman!! My junior! Gee... Let's catch up again yea! Miss ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here at home blogging. Pua Wei send me a link, thinking it was a game, I concentrated looking for 5 differences in the 2 pictures and god knows who's coming out next! Hmmpppff.... A ghostly picture screaming into my ears! I got a shock out of my life Even my maid who was behind me peeping into my screen screamed! Goodness! That's so horrifying!!! Bish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... That's more or less what happened on my Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110890857803897987?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110890857803897987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110890857803897987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110890857803897987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110890857803897987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-sunday.html' title='My Sunday'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110889034407339071</id><published>2005-02-20T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T01:05:44.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>好感动啊！</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;好感动啊！&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我哭了一阵晚，哭了一阵天，因为太感动了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. My eyes are so swollen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110889034407339071?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110889034407339071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110889034407339071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110889034407339071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110889034407339071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title='好感动啊！'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110882941897385670</id><published>2005-02-19T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T08:10:18.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPEN HOUSE DAY 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;OPEN HOUSE DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire day, I was mending SLC booth. Kok, I really have to salute you!!! He was standing by the booth the entire day, hardly ever leaving the booth an inch while I wonder about, occasionally playing the saxophone, trying out the flute, watching the performance, playing water gun running round catching Daniel etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Justin, if you read my blog, just wanna say no worries. Don't bother about it. Gee... I'm ok, 101% okie! Geeky! Ai Zai...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110882941897385670?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110882941897385670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110882941897385670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110882941897385670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110882941897385670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/02/open-house-day-3.html' title='OPEN HOUSE DAY 3'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110877562266783543</id><published>2005-02-19T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T17:13:42.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couples time and again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Couples time and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days of OPEN HOUSE had past. Tiring, not so fun but again, love chating with my "Motor Family". Lili, Sherline and I simply hide at a corner yaking the entire morning. Those sickening folks tried to flim us! Gee... Don't try trifling with the Motors if not BANG BANG BANG BOMB!!! Wahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about........... *Secrets* Ha ha.... But soon it will be an open secret anyway. I really kind of pity him but well... Sometimes things just don't always happen the way you want it to be. And we have to learn how to live and survive in this unperfect world. I sense that little tension between them when he arrives. Thanks god both of them are taking things well. Then, I look back at myself to see that I'm a total failure. Bleah! Whatever... What has past are labeled as HISTORY. No more repetition of history for me manz... Geeky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the "grabbish" that's going on in SEG allocated room, we went to Queensway to order the class jeasey. Took quite awhile because of the little details that we left out, such as the shirt sizes and Jeasey Number and name printed. Careless me, forgotton to being the list. *Sorry sorry* After which, we all had all intention to catch a movie but thanks to Dad's phone call, everything went down the drain. Godmum didn't inform me!!! Anyway, I had to be at her place for a Chinese New Year gathering with Ah Mah and Ah Gong and everyone else. So everyone else went home too. Again, there was a little dispute???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lili I wanna join your bachalorate club!!!! Gee gee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110877562266783543?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110877562266783543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110877562266783543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110877562266783543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110877562266783543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/02/couples-time-and-again.html' title='Couples time and again'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110864220719298352</id><published>2005-02-17T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T04:10:07.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPEN HOUSE 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPEN HOUSE 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1355.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOOk at these Roses! Pretty ain't they? Yup, roses are indeed lovely but there are prettier flowers. Hmmm.... I however find ***** &amp; ******* lovely then any other flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1354.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheez... I'm so liking these hand-made flowers! So pretty!!! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1360.jpg" width="115" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely ain't they? I wanna learn how to make!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1397.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the game we played. ~Catapult~&lt;br /&gt;The objective of this game is to shoot the ball into the cup. Don't belittle this little game for it takes a little calculation to make things work just right. Wonder who came out with those profound formulas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1351.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catapult! This is how it looks like! Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1373.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Princess Winnie trying out this cute game!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1390.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Winnie has her serious time too. Look at this! She's so damn focus, giving her full attention, releasing all concentration to measure the strength of the catapult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures Kok too for me!! His weirdo professor glasses. How does it look on me?&lt;br /&gt;Comments please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1401.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_1402.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love this glasses! So bizarre, so eccentric, so hmm... outlandish and I'm liking it! It looks kool on me doesn't it? ~~Wooha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, OPEN HOUSE wasn't like last year or for the least, it didn't felt the way it felt for me back then. The fun, the excitement, the drive all went hiding in a small black hole. I couldn't bring myself to be enthu about this event. Wonder where all the energy in me went too? Perhaps the activities I engage in ain't the same, perhaps the group of people I'm working with ain't the same or is it that I'm already getting sick and tired of such events?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then I was that Student Ambassador, leading secondary school students round Republic Poly, crapping with those total stranger, running from places to places, feeling so exhuasted yet, I felt that the time, energy and effort spent was all worth while. This year however, I did more relaxing stuffs like coping myself in a classroom entertaining myself with a catapult, awaiting for students to pop by and play with them. Nothing much interesting about that. Though, I have to admit I had fun playing the catapult for the first 1 hour in the morning. I even got all wet, thanks to my playful classmate! *Bleah* Had been a little crazy taking photos with my peers and fac such that Superman was scare of me. Or should I say, he fear my Digi Cam. Wahaha.... There was fun, but just not as fun as it should be. Something is amissed but I just can't figure what that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending hours in a classroom, I finally complete the first shift and off I went down to SLC booth. There, I had more fun, stirring test tubes, throwing darts, craking jokes with Monica and Rachel, plus Kok was so entertaining. Ha ha.... Thanks peep! Beside that, there ain't much about OPEN HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm expecting more excitement tomorrow. *optimistic* Gee gee gee... Ai Zai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110864220719298352?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110864220719298352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110864220719298352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110864220719298352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110864220719298352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/02/open-house-2005.html' title='OPEN HOUSE 2005'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110826800172668731</id><published>2005-02-13T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T20:13:21.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You guys rox!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You guys rox!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/IMG_3656.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Ronny :: Edison :: Ivan Jie Mei :: Jian Hua :: Justin :: Lili :: Sherline :: Tina :: Jenny :: Shanna :: Guo Xin :: &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRINCESS WINNIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :: Yang Guang :: Alan :: Alvan :: Jason :: Kelvin Jie Mei :: Justin. Jose :: Jonathan :: Edmund :: Soon Chye :: Wee Jian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110826800172668731?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110826800172668731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110826800172668731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110826800172668731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110826800172668731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-guys-rox.html' title='You guys rox!!!'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</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-8811745.post-110826658515748523</id><published>2005-02-13T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T19:49:45.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Day of CYN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th Day of CYN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*They didn't allow me to take photos but I have my means of stealing these photos! Ha ha ha...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/edited.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Princess!! Not Marine hor! BISH!! I me take photo for you!!! Hmmpff... You all should take for PRINCESS WINNIE!! Muhaha... Geeky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/Steamboat.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/prawns.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is feeding me with PRAWN! Do I look like a Prawn eater? Bleah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/prawnsandmoreprawns.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these.... All these are for me you know! Ron kept saying I don't give face! Hey hey... You peel la~ You peel I eat. Gee gee gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/winniechew/vegeyes.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Winnie Love eating vegetables! *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811745-110826658515748523?l=geerefresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/feeds/110826658515748523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811745&amp;postID=110826658515748523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110826658515748523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811745/posts/default/110826658515748523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geerefresh.blogspot.com/2005/02/4th-day-of-cyn.html' title='4th Day of CYN'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628265882777697449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
