<?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-2585019140469489803</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:25:08.895+08:00</updated><category term='complain complain complain'/><title type='text'>Life is like a box of Chocolate...</title><subtitle type='html'>You never know what your gonna get!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585019140469489803.post-5691479170381849379</id><published>2007-10-03T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T12:27:45.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy life</title><content type='html'>When your sick for about a week with high temperature, passed out and cut your chin and lips, do surgery on wisdom teeth extraction, you'd wish life would quickly have a turn around. My turn around came almost as soon as i felt better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the second presentation nearing the corner, our massive 15 men team was simply too big to co-ordinate everything together. Hence we decided on a BBQ gathering, at the same time, discuss the poster and presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the discussion took up barely of the time, and most of the time went to the BBQ and enjoying each another's company. SO, who ended up doing the poster and presentation? Eva and I lor... With only 3hrs, we managed to come up with a poster and a presentation. Pretty powerful stuff i reckon. Normally i would prefer to prepare my script 2-3 days before hand, then memorize everything before i do a presentation. However, I didnt have enough time this time around. The team needed some extra "firepower" to boost the previous presentation attempt, which was not bad but aint exactly good. Therefore they equated "firepower" to Eva n I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... all went well tho, we both blasted out our facts and tried to humor the audience abit... **it was super hot standing at the front and trust me when i say it wasnt due to nervous feelings**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RwMR7SsOcHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TDqqoo31Ako/s1600-h/CIMG1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116953311950303346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RwMR7SsOcHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TDqqoo31Ako/s200/CIMG1956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main people who did the BBQ, Sam and myself... haha... with Rongzan playing around with the charcoal and hotdogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RwMR8CsOcII/AAAAAAAAAFE/HOonhxRqTLk/s1600-h/CIMG1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116953324835205250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RwMR8CsOcII/AAAAAAAAAFE/HOonhxRqTLk/s200/CIMG1962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My "spartan" look... had to try it out... but the lid was quite heavy and took quite a toll on my forearms... still looked "cool" tho... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RwMR8isOcJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OQxFGTfDkn0/s1600-h/CIMG1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116953333425139858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RwMR8isOcJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OQxFGTfDkn0/s200/CIMG1966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ladies of my group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RwMR9CsOcKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jWwgf0xW6C4/s1600-h/CIMG1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116953342015074466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RwMR9CsOcKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jWwgf0xW6C4/s200/CIMG1968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My usual gang... powerful, smart, rich but lazy ppl... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116927585096200290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RwL6hysOcGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zNtveMwy4Kc/s200/CIMG1950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This pic is abit extra... we took it after we went to the flea market at clarke quay! Wanted to act cute so puffed up our faces... hmm... i think by the time the shot was taken, some air escaped from my mouth alrdy... so abit not fair... But she's cute huh? =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-5691479170381849379?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/5691479170381849379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=5691479170381849379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/5691479170381849379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/5691479170381849379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-life.html' title='Busy life'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RwMR7SsOcHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TDqqoo31Ako/s72-c/CIMG1956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585019140469489803.post-1251675168738161829</id><published>2007-09-21T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:51:39.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of news...</title><content type='html'>Yes yes... i know, its been ages since i updated my blog entries! But have been pretty busy with school stuff due to a poster presentation which was only given a week to complete and a group size of 7 members! Almost impossible to co-ordinate! So a picture says a thousand words... i've decided for this entry to post more pictures and write less words... haha... perhaps its almost 1am in the morning, having difficulties sleeping, but super tired... it equates to pure laziness? A thought to consider...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKhMIj3bAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dt1cj14XrN4/s1600-h/Our+Fabulous+Poster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112325756847352834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKhMIj3bAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dt1cj14XrN4/s200/Our+Fabulous+Poster.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our poster... colorful right? Haha... design was by me, color coordination was by Eva, cutting our paper was Eva's compliment. While i did pretty much everything else **that's cause, had to read and summarize almost all the articles** -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKhMYj3bBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/32TEkt5Iyh8/s1600-h/Team+Council+Elite+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112325761142320146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKhMYj3bBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/32TEkt5Iyh8/s200/Team+Council+Elite+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like though, on behalf of our group (I seem to have become a dictator and overtaken the leadership role from Alvin, the other guy holding the poster... haha... i actually called alot of the shots this time around... cool) thank and convey our appreciation and to Eva... although she was the latest inclusion into Team Council Elite (our group name, i came up with that as well) she has done so much more than any of us, ultimately her efforts enabled us to complete the poster and presentation on time. Special thanks to her boss also from NTU, Professor Featherstone, for helping us print the colored pictures, to enhance the poster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Either how, our group... although mostly are A students, they can be quite lazy man... haha! Nevertheless, another good group photo shot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKhMYj3bCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FsJy6jukPZk/s1600-h/Rubbing+eyes+also+want+to+take.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112325761142320162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKhMYj3bCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FsJy6jukPZk/s200/Rubbing+eyes+also+want+to+take.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes itchy, still must candid shot me... horrible friends *only in that aspect, otherwise, they are all fantastic buddies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKe8Yj3a7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/8NJHPbOdKEg/s1600-h/Our+Pizza+Bases+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112323287241157554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKe8Yj3a7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/8NJHPbOdKEg/s200/Our+Pizza+Bases+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets start from the weekend, while its still fresh in my mind! Sunday, a super rush day doing the poster, presentation, sourcing for information for our poster presentation. Luckily I had a partner who's willing to pop over to help me the whole way... *thanks Eva ;)* Seriously, without her efforts and hardwork, we would not have been able to complete the assignment. Despite the effort we put into the poster (in my opinion 90% of the work was done by us), we had to enjoy abit as well! Nothing too fancy, but we made pizza at home! Went down to the NTUC to get the ingredients and toppings we needed... kinda cool since I never do my own groccery shopping, but it was even better that it was with Eva, kinda simulates what marriage life is gonna be like in the future... hubby holding basket or pushing trolley, while wife picks away at the fruits and veggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKe8Yj3a8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/UX-3Pboz8a0/s1600-h/Our+Pizza+Bases+closeup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112323287241157570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKe8Yj3a8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/UX-3Pboz8a0/s200/Our+Pizza+Bases+closeup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;** Left pizza Eva's, right is mine**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our pizza base was obiously pre-made, but that's cause we knew we didnt have time to make it fresh from dough! The capsicum, tomato, ham, were fresh, the others, black olives, cheese, base, even the sauce arent fresh... haha... nvm, long long time eat alil bit of preservatives aint gonna kill youo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKe8oj3a9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/SwfknAwmcsY/s1600-h/Dear%27s+Uncooked+masterpiece.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112323291536124882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKe8oj3a9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/SwfknAwmcsY/s200/Dear%27s+Uncooked+masterpiece.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before the pizza went into the oven, it looked like this, all raw but edible even if i told u so, you wouldnt eat the uncooked pizza... haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKe8oj3a-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/3_9AY1xiEag/s1600-h/Gorgeous+pizza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112323291536124898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKe8oj3a-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/3_9AY1xiEag/s200/Gorgeous+pizza.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Freshly out of the oven... gorgeous pizza, just like the one who made and design it.... and this aint my pizza btw, mine was stuffed with too much ingredients and toppings that it was too heavy for the base, but still, it gathered its' own nickname... "pizza gao gao" haha translate to "pizza thick thick".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKe84j3a_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/i7lg6yAgRBA/s1600-h/My+pro+pizza+maker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112323295831092210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKe84j3a_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/i7lg6yAgRBA/s200/My+pro+pizza+maker.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** My champion pizza maker**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fun and all, not too messy, enjoyed it so much! Hopefully we're gonna try sum other new stuff... cooking can be so fun when there's sum1 around to help you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. Just when I was about to publish the post... lil sis came home... called me to open the door for her cause she didnt bring the house key... and yeah... donuts! Woohoo... might try sneak one out from the almighty box and eat it for supper... haha... yum yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-1251675168738161829?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1251675168738161829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=1251675168738161829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/1251675168738161829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/1251675168738161829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/09/week-of-news.html' title='A week of news...'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RvKhMIj3bAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dt1cj14XrN4/s72-c/Our+Fabulous+Poster.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585019140469489803.post-2505283900909075676</id><published>2007-09-14T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T13:27:13.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! Attack of the new shades!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Ruoas7NJnfI/AAAAAAAAADs/N8EWO5gCAc4/s1600-h/Oaks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109926086314663410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Ruoas7NJnfI/AAAAAAAAADs/N8EWO5gCAc4/s200/Oaks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RuoaK7NJneI/AAAAAAAAADk/czFfNKMPRe8/s1600-h/Oaks.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha... can't stop laughing and smiling just at the thought of my new shades! Oakley Flak Jacket Armstrong limited edition! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO wat's so special about this pair of shade? Not only is it limited edition, but the fact that it actually suitable for my coaching with new techonology lenses (have no idea about lenses, just rephrasing what the website said). Bottomline, it looks good... so who cares huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy weekend coming ahead, presentation next wednesday that needs to be done by monday! Although it aint worth anything in terms of assessment, but don't know why part of me still want to give it a good shot for the gold. Besides, presentation is kinda my forte... hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go research my Alzheimer's disease... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kangen bangettt... xxx =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-2505283900909075676?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/2505283900909075676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=2505283900909075676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/2505283900909075676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/2505283900909075676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-attack-of-new-shades.html' title='Finally! Attack of the new shades!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Ruoas7NJnfI/AAAAAAAAADs/N8EWO5gCAc4/s72-c/Oaks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585019140469489803.post-4365408350269429618</id><published>2007-09-12T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:07:29.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do? How to do? When to do?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, semester's break is over, in a blink of an eye *again*. The new timetable is just so horrible though, consisting of weeks of new modules of biochemistry, pathology and pharmacology! That's still not so bad, but after scanning through the timetable, I realized that classes ran mostly 4-5 times a week! For 2 or 3 weeks, it actually ran on SAT! Oh man... i was totally mortified, thinking that if classes ran from 2-6pm on sat, that means I cant teach my fav students who have their lessons scheduled at 2pm with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghhh***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of my main concern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, if classes ran for 4-5 times a week, that means i will not be able to coach my night lessons anymore, which means, more lessons cancelled! Oh man, another crisis, with Augustina's kids, whom I find (Tristian) the older boy, has much talent in swimming but has yet to undergo any formal training to develop that talent. He is good, I admit, but hes quite lazy. No problems with that though, just make him swim at the deep training pool, see how he's going to stand on his feet to walk and be lazy! Haha... of coz that also means Ive either got to swim next to him or walk along the side (like most other coaches do). Lucky for him, I am the type of instructor who will swim with you to spur you on with your remaining laps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do? The night lessons are really giving me a headache man... just thinking of how to negotiate with the parents or students are tough enough especially those who have just signed up with me... Crisis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? What should I do? How should I do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-4365408350269429618?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/4365408350269429618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=4365408350269429618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4365408350269429618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4365408350269429618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-to-do-how-to-do-when-to-do.html' title='What to do? How to do? When to do?'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-8411239489934265802</id><published>2007-09-08T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:10:43.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from the afternoon after exam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RuK7lnY5udI/AAAAAAAAADc/1njZpg7FfFU/s1600-h/End+of+exam+~+suki+sushi+buffet+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107851182294546898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RuK7lnY5udI/AAAAAAAAADc/1njZpg7FfFU/s200/End+of+exam+~+suki+sushi+buffet+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup... abit late on posting these photos, but hey, the camera owner was laxing in sending them out! So cant blame us for not being to post the pictures sooner. Haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RuK0b3Y5uaI/AAAAAAAAADE/cppsBjeImO8/s1600-h/End+of+exam+~+Minds+Cafe+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107843318209427874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RuK0b3Y5uaI/AAAAAAAAADE/cppsBjeImO8/s200/End+of+exam+~+Minds+Cafe+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*jkjk wilson! =P ur still a great pal*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RuK0cnY5ubI/AAAAAAAAADM/q5_2YrPuDvg/s1600-h/End+of+exam+~+Minds+Cafe+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107843331094329778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RuK0cnY5ubI/AAAAAAAAADM/q5_2YrPuDvg/s200/End+of+exam+~+Minds+Cafe+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah just to recap, after the final exam of last semester *medical microbiology* our usual gang, of wilson, sam, tammie, selin, yanlin, hana, kok boon *plus a couple of new inclusions, xin yi n Eva* went to saki sushi for some well deserved buffet! Jap buffet where d sashimi was freeflow aint exactly the right way to do business for the restaurant when it comes to a bunch of young adults like us! Believe me when i say we whacked more sashimi than perhaps 10 other tables around us! hahaha... Plus all the other plates of sushi, we were filled to the top of our oesophagus... barely able to breathe, but it was satisfying, that's all it matters!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RuK0dHY5ucI/AAAAAAAAADU/-1ousgWGlA4/s1600-h/End+of+exam+~+Minds+Cafe+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107843339684264386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RuK0dHY5ucI/AAAAAAAAADU/-1ousgWGlA4/s200/End+of+exam+~+Minds+Cafe+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a blistering hot day... poor thing for Tammie and I... who were both wearing long sleeves shirt... *luckily we both wore shorts, kinda glad we did* haha... we took a slow stroll down to the end of orchard rd... to Mind's cafe @ selegie rd for our mid afternoon entertainment! Although a couple of the members had to leave due to other personal commitments, we still hav 10 odd strength to have a few good games running. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Further inclusion at Mind's cafe was Mandy, Eva's best friend, who is ever so social with people like us whom she's meeting for the first time ~ appreciate it Mandy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind's was as usual, crazy but fun... wouldnt elaborate on the silly games we played but it was more about the company bonding that was worth the time and trip. These bunch of guys are truly the best friends one can ever make... supportive, fun, big appetite... etc... u name it, dey hav it! *not to mention looks n brains... woohoo*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-8411239489934265802?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/8411239489934265802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=8411239489934265802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/8411239489934265802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/8411239489934265802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/09/photos-from-afternoon-after-exam.html' title='Photos from the afternoon after exam!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RuK7lnY5udI/AAAAAAAAADc/1njZpg7FfFU/s72-c/End+of+exam+~+suki+sushi+buffet+6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585019140469489803.post-7301808546948372031</id><published>2007-09-06T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:44:11.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can a night end without a couple of these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt91D3Y5uYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1fS-4s36X5M/s1600-h/Blissful.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106929211729885570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt91D3Y5uYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1fS-4s36X5M/s200/Blissful.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, gotta add a couple of these as well... dinner at superdog... didnt know there was a fast food chain that specialized in hotdogs! The fries was unique as well, beef toping with cheese... very tasty and addictive... Who to thank for bringing me to these places?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt91D3Y5uZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/90IhdHSnyX8/s1600-h/Act+Cute!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106929211729885586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt91D3Y5uZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/90IhdHSnyX8/s200/Act+Cute!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one and only... Eva! Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-7301808546948372031?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/7301808546948372031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=7301808546948372031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/7301808546948372031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/7301808546948372031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-can-night-end-without-couple-of.html' title='How can a night end without a couple of these...'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt91D3Y5uYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1fS-4s36X5M/s72-c/Blissful.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585019140469489803.post-7174409622064778011</id><published>2007-09-06T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:29:52.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do Fashion Shops Design Shirts like these?</title><content type='html'>Lunch was so good today! Hanging out with Sue and the kids at Swensen then heading down to Haegen Daz for desserts... MmMmmm... beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt9zd3Y5uUI/AAAAAAAAACU/dq-hM1GGrsg/s1600-h/Fang+Jun+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106927459383228738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt9zd3Y5uUI/AAAAAAAAACU/dq-hM1GGrsg/s200/Fang+Jun+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt9zd3Y5uVI/AAAAAAAAACc/gWGBiHT2UI4/s1600-h/Fang+Jun+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106927459383228754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt9zd3Y5uVI/AAAAAAAAACc/gWGBiHT2UI4/s200/Fang+Jun+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 2 boys are so cute, not to mention hyper active! Even when FJ was suffering from a lil stomach problem, which was resolved almost instantly by Sue, the most perfect nurse cum housewife (20 billion of lacto bacillus in jus 3mins) haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt9zeHY5uWI/AAAAAAAAACk/5gZo8f4ZHQ4/s1600-h/Fang+Chuang+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106927463678196066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt9zeHY5uWI/AAAAAAAAACk/5gZo8f4ZHQ4/s200/Fang+Chuang+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The way I see them down their ice creams really brings about childhood memories, my days of fat proportions! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt9zeXY5uXI/AAAAAAAAACs/tAvdN2KFrJw/s1600-h/Fang+Chuang+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106927467973163378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt9zeXY5uXI/AAAAAAAAACs/tAvdN2KFrJw/s200/Fang+Chuang+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC was like super hungry, he even ate FJ's leftover portion... haha... better work off the extra calories on sat my young padewan... haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESS... talk about TOPMAN's ever so illusturious designs of shirts and tops, its one of the fashion outlets whose designs are so unique and "ugly" that we actually use it to joke around! Talk about the price as well, shirts like the ones below are costing about $70-$80, and trust me the material aint super good or thick like those Ralph Lauren type. Hmm... nevertheless, Ive "modelled" out the worst looking shirt so far seen in my life, thank god we didnt take any pictures of it *pink leopard print shirt*. Nevertheless, these 2 below can join the ranks of "ugly" and "funny" looking designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt9wmHY5uTI/AAAAAAAAACM/W7Ma4DspBQI/s1600-h/Topman+Purple+Shirt+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106924302582266162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt9wmHY5uTI/AAAAAAAAACM/W7Ma4DspBQI/s200/Topman+Purple+Shirt+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt9wXnY5uSI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgpqDotNLZU/s1600-h/Topman+Purple+Shirt+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One must be thinking, who would actually wear these shirts out right? Yeah, dats very true, infact must be even thinking why am I wearing it? What can i say? Im the type of person who rarely backs out of a dare, and always up for a good laugh or give people a good laugh! Perhaps only one person could ever make me wear such stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt9t5nY5uRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sqEXY4by9wc/s1600-h/Topman+Red+Shirt+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106921339054831890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt9t5nY5uRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sqEXY4by9wc/s200/Topman+Red+Shirt+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check it out... its horrible!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-7174409622064778011?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/7174409622064778011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=7174409622064778011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/7174409622064778011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/7174409622064778011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-do-fashion-shops-design-shirts-like.html' title='Why Do Fashion Shops Design Shirts like these?'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt9zd3Y5uUI/AAAAAAAAACU/dq-hM1GGrsg/s72-c/Fang+Jun+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585019140469489803.post-4515309607398539723</id><published>2007-09-05T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:23:52.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise is important!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt4O9HY5uQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bt32X8Fatuc/s1600-h/After+3km+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106535470603024642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt4O9HY5uQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bt32X8Fatuc/s200/After+3km+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought something was not right when I saw Harri come home around 1215 in the afternoon when her planner stated she finished classes at 330. She just barged into my domain and said she wanted to run! Haha... exercise was like never on her agenda this whole year and suddenly she wanted to run? Another Forest Gump resemblence huh? But anyway we went for a quick run, a supposingly 10min run became 30mins... not because we stopped alot on the way, we were oso interrupted by some china lady and her son. They apparently saw some guy taking a leak out in public and were afraid he'd try something funny with them, hence asked us to stopped our run and watch over them while they crossed over to the other side of Bishan Park! Quite stupid, but we actually waited... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt4NdnY5uMI/AAAAAAAAABU/IdMtPbVk9gI/s1600-h/After+3km+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106533829925517506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt4NdnY5uMI/AAAAAAAAABU/IdMtPbVk9gI/s200/After+3km+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A short 2km run and look at this... so tired looking... haha... But must give her credit for being able to hide most of the tiredness and post... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt4NdnY5uNI/AAAAAAAAABc/vt6JdDawRGw/s1600-h/After+3km+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106533829925517522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt4NdnY5uNI/AAAAAAAAABc/vt6JdDawRGw/s200/After+3km+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt4Nd3Y5uOI/AAAAAAAAABk/JZk66cKVnhw/s1600-h/After+3km+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harri should go swimming with dee and me more often, build up stamina and fitness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the don't know how many times, I saw Dee on the bus again... this time it was after gym, I saw her on the 851 coming from Bugis! I mean what are the chances huh? So many buses so many different timings... yet still can see her! 74, 88, 851, what's next? Haha... best still, she was engaging in some serious life story telling session about her ex-bf, Kelvin, relating her experience to her friend! Quite cute though, cause shes only 17 yet she has such a story to share with others. Kids these days are starting out younger and younger... Can remember when I was 17, in college, then had to quit to serve my NS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago now... history! LOL sounds old huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a crime to care and worry for someone too much? I may tend to do abit of that when I start getting close to someone. Hmm... just that I don't like it when my friends, girlfriend etc get all stressed up, or even upset! Will always do my best to be there for them. Of COZ there are exceptions for those who are immensely close to me as well... call it "special care" but hey! We're all humans, gotta be selfish sometimes... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-4515309607398539723?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/4515309607398539723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=4515309607398539723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4515309607398539723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4515309607398539723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/09/exercise-is-important.html' title='Exercise is important!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rt4O9HY5uQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bt32X8Fatuc/s72-c/After+3km+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585019140469489803.post-7168028878460498569</id><published>2007-09-04T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:49:22.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful evening, with beautiful company!</title><content type='html'>Before I get to the evening event, I would like to stress a very important point to all! Swimming is a leisurely and fun sporting activity that should be enjoyed by all especially on a hot, sunny day! However, Ive got a couple of these "Commando" parents who fail to realize this very important fact and want to create national swimmers out of their kids! How was the weather yesterday? Storming pretty much the whole day right? Yup, tried to cancel a lesson in the afternoon, but NOOOOO... the parent insisted I came over to their condo and continue with lesson! I went over out of respect, explained patiently that there is lightning risk and that its very cold in the water for the child! Nevertheless, it fell to deaf ears! Quite disgusted to see, that even after i declared a "No Swim" status... the parent continued to "command" her kid to swim laps! What am I expected to do? Sit in the shelter and watch? OF COZ NOT! I jumped in and swam with the poor child (who's only 7 btw)! Trust me when I say the water is cold, especially when the winds were so strong and the icy cold rain fell hard on ur face and head! Coming from a country with 4 seasons, if I say its cold, its really cold... Thank GOD so much for the evening however! Had a wonderful buffet dinner at Market Plaza Cafe down at Raffles hotel! Imagine, good food, (unlimited super fresh sashimi, lobster, giant prawns, chocolate fondue, cakes that appears in all sorts of colors n tastes... drool*), loving n caring company that I'm every so lucky to have with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RtzFy3Y5uLI/AAAAAAAAABM/l6H8kHCx3Eg/s1600-h/Market+pl+cafe+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106173555183827122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RtzFy3Y5uLI/AAAAAAAAABM/l6H8kHCx3Eg/s200/Market+pl+cafe+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, even if you get to eat the most expensive and exquisite cuisine in the world, without the perfect company, it still gonna taste as good! Last night's experience was the total opposite of that... looking forward to the next one ;)&lt;br /&gt;Its so nice to see the smiles and giggles "Eeee... wats that brown brown de, *puts abit into mouth to taste*... MMmMMMmm... chocolate with lil chocolate bisucits!!!" Super adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106170741980248226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="233" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RtzDPHY5uKI/AAAAAAAAABE/IVHrCn0WqGU/s200/Candid+3.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RtzDPHY5uJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PU50RkWtU9E/s1600-h/Candid+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106170741980248210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RtzDPHY5uJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PU50RkWtU9E/s200/Candid+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My lil xiao gong nui... cum xiao gong zhu~~ haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-7168028878460498569?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/7168028878460498569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=7168028878460498569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/7168028878460498569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/7168028878460498569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/09/beautiful-evening-with-beautiful.html' title='Beautiful evening, with beautiful company!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RtzFy3Y5uLI/AAAAAAAAABM/l6H8kHCx3Eg/s72-c/Market+pl+cafe+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585019140469489803.post-1382867904283034232</id><published>2007-09-02T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:59:34.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW CHAPTER --&gt; Return of the swimming instructor!</title><content type='html'>Geez... 2 months already? That was the last entry dated and till date dat i remember even putting in effort posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... time passes real fast when life is full of work, studies and friends! Nevertheless, gonna try make the effort to at least post once every three days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torturing (physically) but enjoyable (see progress in the kids) Sat! Taught 9 lessons from 8am in the morning until the setting of the sun! Its a new personal record definitely and something i can be proud of! Haha, but if possible, will try to avoid as much as i can, irregardless of how much i can make within that 9hrs of lessons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, my favourite students brightened up my Sat especially when Fang Chuang managed to tread water for a relatively long time, yet still could tie up the knot for his pjs! First time all by himself as well! *This is what i call, great determination, the killer eye for success* Jit made good progress as well, managing to swim almost a complete lap without stopping! Must be some secret training hence the extra power with the kicks and pulls... nice one mate ;)! Poor Sue, her hair color is starting to fade despite the amount of effort invested in trying to prevent the eventual fade! Oh well, probably use that as an excuse to visit the hair salon more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more personal side, things are looking upon the brighter side. With the making of new friends and stuff. Especially... yeah... haha... super private stuff dat cant be mentioned, otherwise heads might roll, and punches n kicks exchanged! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night, dinner at in town @ Market Place Cafe! Sooo looking forward towards it! Wish I could write all about it here, but its almost impossible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-1382867904283034232?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1382867904283034232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=1382867904283034232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/1382867904283034232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/1382867904283034232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-chapter-return-of-swimming.html' title='NEW CHAPTER --&gt; Return of the swimming instructor!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-7791487145372467609</id><published>2007-07-06T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:49:48.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Rather...</title><content type='html'>I thought sometime alone&lt;br /&gt;was what we really needed.&lt;br /&gt;You said this time would hurt more than it helps,&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt see that.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was the end,&lt;br /&gt;of a beautiful story.&lt;br /&gt;And so i left the one i loved at home to be alone&lt;br /&gt;and i tried to find our if this one thing is true,&lt;br /&gt;that I'm nothing without you.&lt;br /&gt;I know better now&lt;br /&gt;and I've had a change of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I met someone,&lt;br /&gt;and thought she could replace you.&lt;br /&gt;We got along just fine,&lt;br /&gt;we wasted time because she was not you.&lt;br /&gt;We had alot of fun,&lt;br /&gt;though we knew we were faking.&lt;br /&gt;Love was not impressed with our connection they were all lies, all lies.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here cause I found this one thing is true,&lt;br /&gt;that I'm nothing without you.&lt;br /&gt;I know better now,&lt;br /&gt;and I've had a change of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame you if you turn away from me, like I've done you.&lt;br /&gt;I can only prove the things I say with time,&lt;br /&gt;please be mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-7791487145372467609?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/7791487145372467609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=7791487145372467609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/7791487145372467609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/7791487145372467609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/07/id-rather.html' title='I&apos;d Rather...'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585019140469489803.post-2287556235776779976</id><published>2007-06-29T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:27:54.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single life...</title><content type='html'>Hmm... almost a month of single life! Kinda boring tho, although the freedom is plentiful. Something is not right eversince single life hit in... cant seem to attract the right people, kinda feeling that perhaps my mojo is no longer there as age is catching up! **omg im only 20 yet im speaking as if im 50**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if its really not meant to be, than it cant be helped. There are things to be done now, getting things in melbourne reinstated... Oh man, imagine, wilson and I down under... pawning everything! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only she could come along, Im sure things would be a hell of alot more sweet... haiz, never regretted being with her, only regretted not being able to keep her as she meant so much to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-2287556235776779976?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/2287556235776779976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=2287556235776779976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/2287556235776779976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/2287556235776779976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/06/single-life.html' title='Single life...'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-6999370168339965422</id><published>2007-06-23T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:25:56.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight lost!!! Craps!</title><content type='html'>Took an in-body analysis today.... Had one big hell of a shock! Lost 4kg!!! OMG, was it due to wendy? or work? or my working out not goin to plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost 200g of muscle mass (totally not cool) and lost 3.8kg of fat mass (dat i dun mind, but not so much at one go :S) really trying hard to bulk up to 75kg. If possible, put back in another 5kg of muscles, whoooohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired as hell, taught swimming in the blistering sun until now Im having problems lying on my back cause of the burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(.... missing some1.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-6999370168339965422?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6999370168339965422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=6999370168339965422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/6999370168339965422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/6999370168339965422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/06/weight-lost-craps.html' title='Weight lost!!! Craps!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-5796501787920567902</id><published>2007-06-20T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T01:07:18.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its been 2 weeks since the ties were severed. Nevertheless life goes on... I started this blog initially to state my observations of her changes in behaviour, however, it goes to show that such changes could bring about drastic effects to life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Life goes on... despite the current hositilities, i still care for her, still want her to be happy. If the need arises for me to be there for her, I will be there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-5796501787920567902?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/5796501787920567902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=5796501787920567902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/5796501787920567902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/5796501787920567902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-after.html' title='Life after'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-5162312408529171381</id><published>2007-06-11T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:21:40.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right or wrong... don't care anymore</title><content type='html'>When you depressed, you'll get to a point when you cant take no more crap from the situation. The sadness turns into desperation, desperation turns into anger, anger turns into hatred, hatred will become evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an inner feeling that has no boundaries, what one can do or say is totally unpredictable... Once reached that stage, you'll want that person who has caused you all the previous sufferings to suffer twice as much, you'll tear that person's world inside out... Turn all nice things into bad, all future into no future. Betrayal if discovered, third parties will be in a horrible plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigation is taking place now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be one no more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-5162312408529171381?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/5162312408529171381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=5162312408529171381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/5162312408529171381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/5162312408529171381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/06/right-or-wrong-dont-care-anymore.html' title='Right or wrong... don&apos;t care anymore'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-68576023686708662</id><published>2007-06-10T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T08:26:13.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath...</title><content type='html'>Its been 4 days since Ive had any 40 winks... The memories and thoughts are still burning like wild fire. So much anger and hate burns inside of me, waiting to be unleashed and release a certain hell. But why can't I direct it at dear? Deep down inside, I still love her... more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get 10's of msgs everyday, but non of which are from her... I send out msgs of care and concern, only to get disappointed aftering waiting a whole day for a reply to be certain. You said you wanted to be friends, but the "hatred" you show towards me proves otherwise. Time should heal all wounds, but how much time does one person have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-68576023686708662?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/68576023686708662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=68576023686708662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/68576023686708662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/68576023686708662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/06/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath...'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-4999320692987926103</id><published>2007-06-08T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T14:38:26.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside down... inside out</title><content type='html'>"It was fate that brought us together, it was faith that kept us together..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was fun that made you smile, why is it now my world turned so dull..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:NeLz:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-4999320692987926103?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585019140469489803.post-4382507715537921651</id><published>2007-06-08T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T01:20:18.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is no light,&lt;br /&gt;There is no fight.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness has clouded my vision,&lt;br /&gt;Trapping me in surroundings of tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackness has clogged my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Confusing me, bringing me to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;The pain I feel, like a stab of some sought,&lt;br /&gt;thus time apart is like rubbing the salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something in the way you looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;Like the smell of sweet nectar to a buzzing bee.&lt;br /&gt;Would it be deep enough by the end of everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Look at the price I’ve got to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why has it become like this?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to feelings of bliss?&lt;br /&gt;Where did the flame from our fire go?&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever get it all back so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t look at me no more,&lt;br /&gt;Such is the moment my heart just tore.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is so damn cold,&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord give me the strength so I can be bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps leaving the scene will do me good.&lt;br /&gt;But it ain’t easy like eating food.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving everything just like that,&lt;br /&gt;My biggest regret is not getting you back yet…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-4382507715537921651?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/4382507715537921651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=4382507715537921651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4382507715537921651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4382507715537921651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/06/calling.html' title='The Calling'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-6900818374410604077</id><published>2007-06-07T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T07:51:46.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered...</title><content type='html'>Hang my head out of the window,&lt;br /&gt;the wind whispered so so cold.&lt;br /&gt;The stars stare down why so sad,&lt;br /&gt;asking myself was I that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end a love that was once so strong,&lt;br /&gt;was I living a life that was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Movies and dinners are now of the past,&lt;br /&gt;my heart is still running so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew for a while, you were not right,&lt;br /&gt;but i chose not to enter your plight.&lt;br /&gt;A mistake truly made,&lt;br /&gt;look at the result things just fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words came out fast and swift,&lt;br /&gt;similar to the axe of an executioner's with.&lt;br /&gt;Devoted to thy all this time,&lt;br /&gt;now left alone eating sour lime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say sorry, not's your fault,&lt;br /&gt;feelings cant revert once it goes to nault.&lt;br /&gt;Life was full of promises you and me,&lt;br /&gt;I just couldnt be who u wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to mend a heart shattered into oblivion?&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't just a walk in the pavillion.&lt;br /&gt;It the hardest thing I'll ever have to do,&lt;br /&gt;to turn around and walk away pretending I don't love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-6900818374410604077?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6900818374410604077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=6900818374410604077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/6900818374410604077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/6900818374410604077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/06/shattered.html' title='Shattered...'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-8832122558243946441</id><published>2007-06-04T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:21:27.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another blue day gone...</title><content type='html'>A day where the weather is so unpredictable... A day where good news and bad news all flooded in at the same time. Life is full of twists and turns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons cancelled, news that one of student is actually doing lessons with 2 instructors, and that other instructor is actually my good friend... wahhh, painful... what to do, hes been giving me guidance and tips, it is without a doubt I will not fight with him over a student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not exactly tired, but sleepy... perhaps its cause I kept a vagil last night until 4am, just incase dear cant sleep again and wanted to chat. I felt bad when she called me around 12, telling me how awake she is. Worried that she will not get sufficient sleep, and with her working schedule, sleep is hyper important for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man... got so much to do tonight! Going to start the stupid prac model, do up tomorrow's lesson plans!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-8832122558243946441?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/8832122558243946441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=8832122558243946441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/8832122558243946441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/8832122558243946441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/06/yet-another-blue-day-gone.html' title='Yet another blue day gone...'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-4602533119820281116</id><published>2007-06-04T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T09:39:12.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluey Monday</title><content type='html'>Before I had a job, Mondays were just like any other day to me. Just laze around at home, doing nothing. Hahaha, but now, monday and a whole new week of work seeems so troublesome. To say the least. However, at least the pay is good, but the travelling can get really exhausting sometimes. Imagine, Bishan --&gt; Jurong East --&gt; Yishun --&gt; Bukit Batok (Thats my wednesday schedule) LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just suck it up eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather aint looking too good for my 11am class, hopefully it can hold...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-4602533119820281116?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/4602533119820281116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=4602533119820281116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4602533119820281116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4602533119820281116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/06/bluey-monday.html' title='Bluey Monday'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-1874419759524904085</id><published>2007-06-02T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:05:54.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spree!</title><content type='html'>Who ever would have thought the new AMK hub would have so much to look at and buy? Dear and I  both went there and the first shop we entered, we already made a purchase! Ahahaha... both of us spent about $100 each! Happily spending away, even managed to buy a pair of shoes that Ive been looking for since January! I'll take a picture and post it up tomorrow :P now im lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy to see dear shopping, trying out new clothes. Even if I pay for them, I would not have minded... the smile on her face gives me a sense of joy no words can describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, not sure why Im feeling so tired. Conducted only one lesson in the morning and that was pretty much it for the whole day. That boy Reynold's so cute, keep asking me to show him a picture of dear as well as continuously inviting me over to his house to watch The Incredibles, with him. Mind you, he is only 6 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how or rather, I got reminded while Im drafting up this post, that I need some more new pictures with dear. Can't even remember the last picture we took together! Chinese new year? If im not wrong! Whoaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Kinda feeling sad that Im not able to go out with dear next sat, cause she has a company chalet and shes part of the organizing committee. Hope we can come up with something on Sun to make up for it **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-1874419759524904085?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1874419759524904085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=1874419759524904085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/1874419759524904085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/1874419759524904085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/06/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping Spree!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-6533761319201724863</id><published>2007-06-01T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:33:47.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired...</title><content type='html'>4 lessons, mostly west side... what can i say, exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear went out to eat with her colleagues, came home around 11, didnt message me to let me know shes home. Kinda feel upset over the matter. Should I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired... hopefully tomorrow we can spend some more quality time together!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-6533761319201724863?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6533761319201724863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=6533761319201724863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/6533761319201724863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/6533761319201724863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/06/tired.html' title='Tired...'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-1623347486624582298</id><published>2007-06-01T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:55:53.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its slowly coming back...</title><content type='html'>Perhaps it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shrek&lt;/span&gt; that did the magic. I could feel dear was more relaxed after a good laugh during the screening of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shrek&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; glad she enjoyed the movie, personally, I thought the movie was hilarious, well worth the $20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not all give and no take for me. Dear treated dinner, enjoyed our salmon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sashimi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;, but it reminded me of marketplace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cafe's&lt;/span&gt; buffet! Once u eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sashimi&lt;/span&gt; from there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sakae's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sashimi&lt;/span&gt; taste very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mediocre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Once "D week" comes, after the 10th June, I'll take dear to marketplace cafe for a buffet dinner... let her enjoy real good sashimi! Unless she violently objects it... She is really cautious about how we spend money, and that is really really good of her especially when Im the type who likes to save up than spend it on her. **I would rather stinch on myself** Dear started calling me "dear" more now... I guess shes slowly reverting to our old ways? Nevertheless, that ain't going to change me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;**There are so many good movies to watch... note**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;1. Harry Potter - Order of the phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;2. Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;3. Fantastic Four - Rise of the silver surfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;4. Ocean's 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-1623347486624582298?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/1623347486624582298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=1623347486624582298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/1623347486624582298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/1623347486624582298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-slowly-coming-back.html' title='Its slowly coming back...'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-4953814098911960039</id><published>2007-05-31T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:49:43.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too tired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, as the title shows, I was too tired last night to post an entry. Had to give myself a break from the lappy, 4 lessons during the day and a medical microbiology practical at night. It took a serious toll on my physical and mental state!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was sore and tired from head to toe. Head from the excessive amount of sun, body because of the water resistance, even if Im just floating and moving around the water during coaching. Tried my best to put on a smile for dear, but she was tired, very tired. So much so that we barely said anything to each other on the way home. For me it was just the fact that I didnt want to say anything that might frustrate her, as for dear, shes just really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This morning, an early lesson at 10am Yishun SC. Suppose to collect payment for lessons, but the stupid mom didnt prepare the cheque... Kinda pissed me off! If she doesnt bring the cheque on sunday, I may consider not teaching but just playing with her son in the water... Not a good start to my day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Going to watch shrek later, heard its really a good laugh for relaxation. Hopefully it can brighten up and make dear happier :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-4953814098911960039?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/4953814098911960039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=4953814098911960039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4953814098911960039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4953814098911960039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/too-tired.html' title='Too tired!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-4830993655827825820</id><published>2007-05-29T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:33:37.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home!</title><content type='html'>Cant believe I actually got assigned such a student today! A 6 years old girl who can barely speak and understand english, wants to learn swimming from an English educated instructor??? What's going on??? I mean, there is this communication barrier between instructor and student, which results in disobedience and insurbodination! Personally, I do not like teaching like that, I want the best for my students, don't want them to waste their parent's money and just play in the water. I want them to learn swimming, be able to eliminate their water phobia and learn a life skill! But the sad side of the story is the fact that this french mother has hired me for twice a week, meaning every 2 weeks i can ask for lesson fees! Its good money, but its against my morales... sighz, headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I rushed down to Bugis. Good ole Bugis, lots of shopping, even lots more people there. Its Tuesday and the amount of people shopping was as if things were going for free! Anyhow, I had ramen with dear. Can't believe it, but its the first time I ate ramen in 21 years of my life!!! How pathetic eh? Tastes fantastic though, really enjoyed it, but as usual, i ate until my jeans button nearly popped! Poor dear, ordered the "Paiku ramen", the pork rib was hyper tasty, however, it was mega difficult to eat, basically it was because the meat stuck very well to the bone, hence fingers are needed unless one is skilled with the eating art of using just tongue, teeth and sucking action. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some shopping, got a new pair of shorts! Really satisfied, cause I've been looking for a new pair, but cannot seem to locate that "one" pair that catches my eye until today! Should have gone to A/X sooner yeah, to get those shorts! LoL! Dear also bought some stuff (had to add so that it doesn't look like Im the one doing all the shopping) Glad both of us didn't go home empty handed **especially from a place like Bugis**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Sometimes, the smallest actions from ur gf/bf will rekindle those loving feelings out of nowhere**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-4830993655827825820?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/4830993655827825820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=4830993655827825820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4830993655827825820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4830993655827825820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/home.html' title='Home!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-7367462832670048435</id><published>2007-05-29T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T10:29:25.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long does it take?</title><content type='html'>Call it unlucky or whatever, stepped on some glass pieces last night! Strange thing was the initial contact with the glass had no pain sensations. It was ONLY after during my shower, that i realized that I was bleeding from my toes... -.-" den d pain kicked in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tried to contain the bleeding, gauge it, but this morning, it was still abit moist! WTF.... more den 8 hours and still moist? Oh well, gotta live with it, still going to teach later. Have to earn now, before the exams start kicking in and I'll have less time to teach.... crisis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing it all for one purpose, one reason, one person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda feels good to know dear cares, msn me asking me how i bled... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-7367462832670048435?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/7367462832670048435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=7367462832670048435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/7367462832670048435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/7367462832670048435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-long-does-it-take.html' title='How long does it take?'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-2001259846210689803</id><published>2007-05-29T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:35:19.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighz</title><content type='html'>Ive realized something, ever since I started up this blog, not only do I spill out my guts trying to express my inner feelings, but I seem to be really depressing as well! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess its a natural feeling with how things are going. But I can understand, I'll try to take it within my stride and let it pass with minimal damage. Key word "minimal", because damage is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;imminent&lt;/span&gt;. Hope the storm clears and the bright skies and butterflies reappear soon... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; its really painful to let the rain fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lessons were good, although the morning lesson, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;, talk about getting to know your instructor and showing your true colors! That boy is really getting out of hand, had to bribe him with chocolates -.-" luckily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; only teaching him until next week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;! Otherwise, its been good with the lessons today, taught a new student, Tammy, very obedient, attentive, great prospect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; tired, but cant seem to catch some sleep. Seriously hope I don't make it 48hrs sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;deprivation&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; good for muscle recovery man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-2001259846210689803?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/2001259846210689803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=2001259846210689803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/2001259846210689803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/2001259846210689803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/sighz.html' title='Sighz'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-3172859554356986120</id><published>2007-05-27T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:57:05.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Feeling depressed again! Was too tired to even put in an entry last night, but tonight, the Im feeling all poignant! Dear has been all strange, I really suspect something is not right. Should I ask her? Or let her tell me? Sometimes being too noisy do not have its advantages, but yet if I do not ask, she may feel that I may not see her distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... hope all is well for her... really do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-3172859554356986120?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/3172859554356986120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=3172859554356986120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/3172859554356986120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/3172859554356986120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-8527199166045865143</id><published>2007-05-25T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:39:33.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait for tomorrow!!!</title><content type='html'>The wait is almost finally over! One more night until we can watch Pirates of the Carribean!!! Hahaha... I sound like some obsessed fan, but hey, the previous 2 had not disappointed me so lets assume the third would not as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.... dear dear went out with a friend for dinner. Why do I have a rush of jealousy running through my veins and blood and lymph? (pardon me, Im a medical student, can't help using terms Im familiar with :P) Should I be jealous? Am I allowed to be jealous? I mean after all its only a friend. Perhaps Im only being over protective, I don't really want to do that, but as her bf, I should protect her and give her the very best I can provide, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I have not even gone out with a female friend even for dinner (1 on 1). Its not that i don't want to, but its just cause I don't want dear to be jealous, I want her to know that Im all hers and she should have no fear of any competition from other girls. But hey, without those 1 on 1 with other female friends, Im still happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully dear gets home soon... can't wait to hear her voice tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-8527199166045865143?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/8527199166045865143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=8527199166045865143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/8527199166045865143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/8527199166045865143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/cant-wait-for-tomorrow.html' title='Can&apos;t wait for tomorrow!!!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-641142277334519346</id><published>2007-05-25T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T09:44:54.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning!</title><content type='html'>11am, got a lesson to teach! Hahaha, but I've still got abit of time for one blog post i guess. Woke up earlier today, have no idea why, but I sensed I was going to get a phone call or something. Surprisingly, sometimes these senses are rather accurate, dear messaged me about 7am, hehe, very sweet message as well :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens dear, I'll always stand by you and try my best to understand your feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alritey, going for lessons already, hmm... dark clouds are forming, hope I can pull through the lesson until 12 before the rain comes. Funny how this morning, it was such glorious weather and now, less den 3 hours later, things start to change.... crikey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-641142277334519346?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/641142277334519346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=641142277334519346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/641142277334519346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/641142277334519346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/morning.html' title='Morning!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-4820289517828642797</id><published>2007-05-24T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:31:33.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day gone by...</title><content type='html'>Thursday gone, just one more day Friday before I get to finally watch the long awaited Pirates of the Carribean, At World's End!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical lesson night I guess, lecturer went on and on with his broken pronounciations. Sometimes I do wonder whether he is english educated or not, perhaps it's due to his elderly age and words are not coming out as smoothly as he would like them to be. No doubt that he was quite a smarty during his studying and younger days ( I mean he is a doctorate graduate! ) His notes are alright on a whole, but his delivery of lectures really needs some "repairs". Hopefully he gets better, otherwise, getting a distinction for this module is going to be hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear was super tired today, could not even walk without leaning on me ** not that i mind, in fact I really like it when she leans on me :P ** Poor girl, getting so much things to do at work, hope she is not getting pushed around, otherwise my kickboxing skills that Ive been learning may actually come in handy ** HAIIIIIIYA **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-4820289517828642797?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/4820289517828642797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=4820289517828642797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4820289517828642797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4820289517828642797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-day-gone-by.html' title='Another day gone by...'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-2713360569956187840</id><published>2007-05-23T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:09:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long first day at work!</title><content type='html'>Even though the sun is blazing directly onto me, and I spend my working hours all wet from head to toes, I'm starting to like my new job! Not only is it interesting and very challenging (avoiding the eyes of the lifeguard at public pools... #1 enemies) but it allows me to interract with kids half my age and younger! A very rare experience indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always enjoyed teaching, or rather, passing down knowledge and skills I know to someone else. Its all about sharing in my opinion, so why not give others a chance to know what you do as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my dear though, wish I could see and spend more time with her! However, I promise to go shopping with you dear when the Great Singapore Sales begins!!! :):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-2713360569956187840?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/2713360569956187840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=2713360569956187840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/2713360569956187840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/2713360569956187840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/after-long-first-day-at-work.html' title='After a long first day at work!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-4953241329774708911</id><published>2007-05-22T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:19:52.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally employed!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah yeah! Finally got myself a job as a swimming coach and not bad for a start, got myself 4 students already! Ahahaha... guess its quite a good start since I only signed up today. If Im able to grab about 1.2k a month from coaching swimming, and hopefully the tution centre calls me for the part time english tutor, another 1k a month! Whoaaaa... i'll be living life quite comfortably and can buy and treat dear dear abit more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to start training, and start bringing in some cash!!! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-4953241329774708911?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/4953241329774708911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=4953241329774708911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4953241329774708911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4953241329774708911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-employed.html' title='Finally employed!!!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-3848306012333012132</id><published>2007-05-21T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:50:48.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Lying in bed, thinking how nice it is to hug dear. Call it fate, but who knew that tomorrow's practical lab session would be cancelled? If I didnt see dear tonite, it would have been, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday day, that I would not being seeing dear. 5 days would have been a record, one which I do not wish to ever make because our current record is 2 days and trust me, its starting to get unbearable on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its magical how your love ones can say the most little thing, and take most of your pain away. This afternoon's pain I was suffering from, most of it was eradicated when I saw dear, held her hand and look upon those mesmorizing pair of eyes. It was those eyes that attracted me to her first anyway, and until today, I am still stun by them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people say love is blind, but to me, love is what makes life worth living...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-3848306012333012132?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/3848306012333012132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=3848306012333012132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/3848306012333012132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/3848306012333012132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-2919913699802896268</id><published>2007-05-21T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T14:58:22.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot afternoon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RlFCt5qK5_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/zOBne8hkwKc/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066904412107761650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RlFCt5qK5_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/zOBne8hkwKc/s200/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, just got back from a 2 hours driving trip helping dad with his stuff. Hmm, normally i would feel rather tired and fatigue from all the driving, but today is different, I had another feeling, more powerful than the feeling of fatigue that overwhelmed me. To be honest, I do not know how to describe it, nor do I know what it is called... all i know is that it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To have something that is hurting you inside and yet you cant identify what it is, sucks big time! Perhaps its "unemployment syndrome"? Or perhaps my best guess, Im love sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-2919913699802896268?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/2919913699802896268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=2919913699802896268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/2919913699802896268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/2919913699802896268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/hot-afternoon.html' title='Hot afternoon...'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/RlFCt5qK5_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/zOBne8hkwKc/s72-c/DSC00043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585019140469489803.post-3949684311417786837</id><published>2007-05-20T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T00:12:41.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday... Sighz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Church at 11am, lunch at the coffee shop nearby, the usual Sunday morning. Weather was HOT HOT HOT once again on this very unpredictable island. I was suppose to head doen to Espirit after church to grab hold on some good t-shirt deals... however, disappointment overcame me when we arrived at compass point and realized that there was not an Espirit shop there! Oh well... guess im going to have to shop by myself tomorrow then. LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We only went to compass point to settle some little ebay business my mom had to execute, and guess who i saw walking frantically out of the mrt station? Hahaha... Tammie!!! Even gave her a call and surprised her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nevertheless, the little few seconds of surprise laughter was disrupted by a very disturbing scene at the VCD shop I was browsing at. A little girl, age cannot be over 6, was quietly waiting for her mother to browse the stacks of VCDs on sale, however, I noticed that her face was pale and her excessive breathing was impending some form of cough or regurgitation! To my horror, within the next 10 seconds or so, that little girl actually regurgitated our her lunch! Mouthful after mouthful, she kept on puking like a "water fountain" and what did her mother do? Stand there while her father continues to pay for the VCD. For the sake of the little girl, do attend to her immediate needs and relieve her suffering (and also the suffering of innocent bystanders like myself around the pungent smell of half digested food). The worse thing was the parents just walked off after paying for their item, leaving the unhealthy mess on the floor of the cashier! WTF... your child made the mess, out of courtesy, clean it up! Geez... cant believe there are irresponsible parents like that in this world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;** Side track abit before I forget **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Finally, the last episode of the Twin Dragons screened tonight! Although the whole plot of the series was more complicated than the solving a crossword puzzle, the ending had lots of meaning and a message which i personally encoded in my own mind! The meaning of self sacrifice to bring happiness to others! And of cause to be faithful to your love one! The power of love is so strong, sometimes one's actions must be thought of careful before execution! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Talking about kids from before, I was watching a movie on channel U since 9pm. OMG, the babies in the show were sooooooooooo adorable! Sparked my thoughts on having one myself. hehehe. Cant help but think about my dear and what our kids will turn out to be. Fell asleep though, cause as I've mentioned in my previous post, I do feel alittle unwell and the whole day I practically wasted my supply of energy blowing my nose, and clearing my throat... quite tiring actually!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I felt so stupid though, me falling asleep, and I missed 2 sms from dear dear, one of which was important! At that point of time, it felt as if I have neglected her and was not there for her at that point of urgency. In fact, I still feel guilty even after I've apologized to her. Why? Is it normal for a person to care and love another so much despite just being together for coming a year? What if we're married for 40 years, the feeling is just going to build up and on! No matter how much it pains me, no matter how much i worry and care... it aint going to stop me from loving you *dear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do take care of yourself, I promise to be there for you! Break this promise and I am not a man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Good night ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PS. ** Ive always included you *dear* and your family in my prayers ever since we got together... Even though people always ask me what i pray for? Do i even pray? I'll always smile and never reply. But actually I do pray for my family, your family and most importantly you! **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-3949684311417786837?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/3949684311417786837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=3949684311417786837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/3949684311417786837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/3949684311417786837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunday-sighz.html' title='Sunday... Sighz'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-5893893261167306187</id><published>2007-05-19T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T22:17:55.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is full of little wonders!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear is home and what did she do first thing she got home? Call me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*Bliss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes even the smallest of gestures and things can change one's moods and feelings... I no longer feel unwell, perhaps I'm even feeling good enough to run a marathon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-5893893261167306187?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/5893893261167306187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=5893893261167306187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/5893893261167306187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/5893893261167306187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-full-of-little-wonders.html' title='Life is full of little wonders!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-8722113224677657313</id><published>2007-05-19T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T19:51:54.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A good shopping day, with sales at almost every shopping centre we visited! Ended up purchasing 2 tops for dear, looked so sweet and lovely with the designs and color of the tops complimenting her skin color and style perfectly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On top of that, we even enjoyed waffles and ice cream at haegen daz, mmm.... just the thought of it is making my mouth water. Hehehe! Its been quite some time since we had quality ice cream, so why not? Splurge and indulge ourself abit once in a blue moon is not sinful yeah? (ignoring the fact that we had strawberry and belgian chocolate ice cream, which are high in calories). Dinner was another beauty, as I have been craving for xiao loong bao for the last week, and my dear managed to remember and read my mind regarding my cravings... ** Now you see why i love her so much ** OMG, thinking about xiao loong bao is making my feeding centre active again! LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All good things however must come to an end though. We actually planned to watch some tv, and spend some time together at home after a whole afternoon of shopping. But it was not to be, as a sudden message from a secondary school friend, informing of a passing of an elderly member of her family. Hence, dear had to attend the wake straight after dinner. Perhaps it's also cause I'm abit unwell, with nose running a mucus marathon and a impending sore throat, I was sadden by an eventual departure. It felt that time was passing so quickly when your with your love one, too quick for my liking. Cannot blame anyone here though, I'll just have to wait till next week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All excited and can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-8722113224677657313?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/8722113224677657313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=8722113224677657313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/8722113224677657313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/8722113224677657313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/shopping-day.html' title='Shopping day!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-6394327679065734549</id><published>2007-05-19T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T10:07:46.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just as predicted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just as i had predicted last night, the "fur ball" sensation did indeed developed into a sore throat! Hopefully its just a plain ole' sore throat and not some acute laryngitis, otherwise I'm going to be really pissed with my maid for the alll hyper fried stuff she has been cooking the last 2 days! On top of that maybe its also cause I was at Kbox 2 nights ago for 4 hours... hehehe :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Long day ahead, going to go shopping in town with dear, hopefully it's going to be a fruitful shopping day with lots of good bargains!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-6394327679065734549?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/6394327679065734549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=6394327679065734549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/6394327679065734549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/6394327679065734549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-as-predicted.html' title='Just as predicted!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2585019140469489803.post-8050489642324409874</id><published>2007-05-18T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:12:47.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rk3CZJqK59I/AAAAAAAAAAU/m1SbOtF5gAk/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065918893206988754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rk3CZJqK59I/AAAAAAAAAAU/m1SbOtF5gAk/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighz... the title speaks for itself. Another day, another wasted day! Did not accomplish anything at all today, come to think of it, I am rather disappointed with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following on from my early morning's dilemma, I ended up hitting the gym, all enthusiestic about joining the kickboxing class. However, just as i entered the gym, i noticed a difference in color with the lesson plans timetable! Guess what? I was looking at next week's timetable instead of this week, hence there was no kickboxing for the allocated time slot I was hoping to practice kick boxing! So what did I do? Weights and cardio again... three days in a row... I mean, you can imagine the intense muscle development over the last three days, nevertheless, with good results come great sacrifices... muscle soreness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps dinner had a little too much fried stuff tonite. Having a "fur ball" sensation in my throat, most probably the beginning of a sore throat. SiGhz... why is it that majority of maids are able to cook well, and yet mine has to fall into the minority? Pretty sad, pretty unlucky to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I forgot to mention that I've finally began my Naruto anime conquest! On top of bleach, now there is a Naruto! Mwahahahahaha... I'm slowly becoming an anime freak! ** But hey, I like it, so who cares ** So far, the episodes have been doing justice to the amount of time I have spent trying to download and watch, nevertheless, due to the long commitment I've had with Bleach, Bleach is still the #1 anime for me! ** Although Naruto is slowly catching up... lol **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes in life, you see things out in the streets or watch something on television that really sparks your thoughts and view of the future. For example, I was watching the 9pm drama series on channel 8, and tonight's episode was full of betrayal and infidelity! Its sole purpose was to illustrate the infidelity ways of humans, that can lead us astray and bring about downfall even to the greatest among us. ** Suddenly remembered former US president Bill Clinton ** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I aint going to be one of those guys, I'm going to remain 100% faithful and loving towards my dear... Trust me sweetheart, I will always love you no matter what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-8050489642324409874?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/8050489642324409874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=8050489642324409874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/8050489642324409874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/8050489642324409874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/wasted-day.html' title='Wasted day...'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rk3CZJqK59I/AAAAAAAAAAU/m1SbOtF5gAk/s72-c/IMG_0544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585019140469489803.post-4243704987479869898</id><published>2007-05-18T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T10:49:35.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rk0T_5qK58I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7o6l40jPcN8/s1600-h/Jojo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065727144392058818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rk0T_5qK58I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7o6l40jPcN8/s200/Jojo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was only a few hours ago that i was writing in my first ever blog post, and now I'm at it again!&lt;br /&gt;The Plan was to wake up at the usual time around 730am, send my "Good morning" message to my dear, and hit the gym for a workout. But... this was presumably not the case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 6 months or so since i started gyming on a regular basic, this is the first time I'm suffering from shoulder crams and upper back aches! 2 Consecutive days at the gym, working out at 85 and 85 percent intensity respectively has really taken a toll on my body. (Although I am planning, perhaps i could make a short trip down later in the evening if all goes well with the morning and afternoon recovery, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vain or crazy? I myself cant classify, but who cares, as long as I stay healthy, look good, give my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; all the happiness she wants and have a happy family... its all worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;** uploaded a pic of my good'ole dog for all to see! **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-4243704987479869898?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/4243704987479869898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=4243704987479869898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4243704987479869898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/4243704987479869898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-morning.html' title='What a morning!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lsm2flNtbos/Rk0T_5qK58I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7o6l40jPcN8/s72-c/Jojo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585019140469489803.post-7539700268333503108</id><published>2007-05-18T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T08:33:13.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complain complain complain'/><title type='text'>First time with blogging and complaining!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Geez, what was i thinking? I am actually setting up my own blog and write about things that occur in my daily life on the web! To think about it, I was rather skeptical about bloggers in the past, but recent events have really brought about my attention a need to express my feelings (better to do it with these harmless words than go around releasing it with violence yeah?). So yeah, what has been the recent "news"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just in case for those who do not know, the hottest news at the moment would definitely have to be the sudden increase in class size in school! Imagine spending the last 12 months in a class of 35 odd students, you have grown to like and enjoy, regardless whether its during lectures or even during break-time, and all of a sudden its like a volcanic eruption, another 40 students "invaded" our happy old class environment! Its not that i detest or do not welcome these new students, but its more on the thought of having to sacrifice the amount of attention we used to get from our lecturers just so that he/she can try handle the class! Ok yes, its an increase in class size. So what is all the "big whoo ha"? Well, to each their own. Several issues has popped out however that needed to be resolved immediately to avoid further complication of the matter. I cannot believe i am actually typing this, but we had students who had to borrow chairs from another class due to shortage in our normal classroom. To add the cherry to the cream, some guy even had to go through the entire 3hr lecture without a desk to write on! Pathetic? (Not the guy, but the fact that a classroom is too small for the quantity of students). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What made matters even worse, the lecturer did not bother using a microphone because she could not find one. Errmmm, excuse me? Call a technician to bring u one? Lazy, cannot be bothered or both, I let you decide. YES, it was once again Selin and myself who started sending fiery emails to our coordinator complaining about the class size issue. Why are we always the bad people? Strange to see how everyone is complaining but only a hand full choose to put those complains into action! I appreciate those who have supported our cause for reformation of the current situation, on behalf of all campaigners, thanks! (Sounding like some politician running for a parliamentary office). Anyway, the reply from our coordinator eventually came, but it was not written with some fiery quotes and an attempt to indirectly slam some of us for commenting. What the coordinator wrote was totally uncalled for, nevertheless, more than half the email was total crap on encouraging us to join CCA! Umm... yeah, would not mind joining if i had the money to lead a life without a worry about money. Most of us have to work, spare a thought for us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;** Trying uber hard not to swear in this blog, but as u can see, i've tried my best to replace potential swear words with others ** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So what's next? I guess we wait, see how the management team and planning team are going to handle and rectify the problem. I still cannot believe I am setting up a blog and at 1am in the morning as well!!! I guess I'm thinking of it this way, a form of writing that could possibly be the tool for me to regenerate the English standard that I once upon a time had when I was studying in Melbourne. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585019140469489803-7539700268333503108?l=iamnelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/feeds/7539700268333503108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2585019140469489803&amp;postID=7539700268333503108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/7539700268333503108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585019140469489803/posts/default/7539700268333503108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnelz.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-time-with-blogging-and.html' title='First time with blogging and complaining!'/><author><name>NeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07937849748592501901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
