<?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-35948901</id><updated>2012-01-01T09:56:28.386+08:00</updated><category term='and when i feel like this'/><category term='please help me tonight.'/><category term='you got me dancing and screaming'/><category term='Do you understand?'/><category term='Its good to have known you.'/><category term='I got you thinking now.'/><category term='Final'/><category term='i feel thief.'/><category term='GIRLY~'/><category term='i&apos;m notted up.'/><category term='I hope you are fine.'/><category term='Clash of souls'/><category term='love is just like a lollipop'/><category term='Hi meet SAM'/><category term='i feel good'/><category term='You look good.'/><category term='such a beautiful story.'/><category term='You&apos;ve changed mister.'/><category term='♥'/><category term=':)'/><category term='things get easier when done.'/><category term='if you just smiled'/><category term='No idea what the hell I am doing.'/><category term='Never thought it could feel like this.'/><category term='and i just keep thinking'/><category term='it made me jump.'/><category term='At the corner she held my hand and i waited for the fucking air-conditioner to dry the tears before i turn to face them.'/><category term='Cutain calls on me.'/><category term='and it&apos;s just odd'/><category term='abcd'/><category term='tell me its not that.'/><category term='Jesus loves me this I know.'/><category term='OMFG so cheesy.'/><category term='With love'/><category term='i realised it was hard saying those words.'/><category term='i guess it is really time for me to let go and move on whether it hurts or not.'/><category term='It&apos;s begining to feel like yester year.'/><category term='its so funny to hear you being mocked at now.'/><category term='It was crash and blood'/><category term='and when i feel so much happier.'/><category term='And you know that it is not alright still'/><category term='it was a joyful memory'/><category term='Killing me inside but i keep mum.'/><category term='to be brought back to that time zone.'/><category term='Good morning.'/><category term='this is what i call emotionless'/><category term='I hope God&apos;s not playing with my puppet strings.'/><category term='And you think you know EVERYTHING'/><category term='Sharon+ Chinese show = possible after all?'/><category term='Hysteria'/><category term='i can&apos;t wish for anything more.'/><category term='I mean it.'/><category term='Back on the right track.'/><category term='Being exactly like a cloud.'/><category term='I&apos;m am the light of the lamp on the wall.'/><category term='peace'/><category term='You think it has been easy?'/><category term='lord'/><category term='i'/><category term='Go to hell.'/><category term='what ever happened to friends forever?'/><category term='i feel King'/><category term='If  only i dared to step in just this moment.'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Whats a crush to do?'/><category term='it stayed.'/><category term='guilty for lying'/><category term='SharonTV?'/><category term='AARON IS A GREAT PERSON.'/><category term='ashes and wood'/><category term='no one cares anymore.'/><category term='Those memories so old'/><category term='If everyday was like today.'/><category term='that problem just bugs.'/><category term='Cos now he&apos;s the only one.'/><category term='I think i want to continue trying.'/><category term='I felt a tinge of happiness'/><category term='a rainbow after a storm.'/><category term='such a dirty thing to do'/><category term='crap'/><category term='without that'/><category term='Ladeedaaa'/><category term='You think we talk about you?'/><category term='fuck this shit.'/><category term='Bandwagons full please catch another'/><category term='The thought just makes me feel regretful.'/><category term='love'/><category term='it intuition'/><category term='And you were my star.'/><category term='I feel like eating a cookie'/><category term='Press: ENTER'/><category term='Feels like i&apos;m communicating with an alien.'/><category term='Before its too late.'/><category term='Say goodnight with a lulluby'/><category term='I still have aloysius..'/><category term='you are worse than i imagined.'/><category term='tell me i should go fuck myself and just let the wild dogs eat me.'/><category term='Can you see me smile?'/><category term='It is so so disturbing.'/><category term='Can he come along?'/><category term='I&apos;m gonna miss you so much.'/><category term='sorry but you have class which are way too low for me to look at'/><category term='I always thought you&apos;d be there by my side fucker.'/><category term='You wished you never tried'/><category term='a bird in the the bush.'/><category term='I&apos;m tired of everything that goes around.'/><category term='It was intelligent of you to be able to screw my brains up without saying a thing.'/><category term='words are not enough'/><category term='there is no effort'/><category term='i feel really evil and sick in the head now.She called me sick...remember?'/><category term='It is just a fake smile afterall.'/><category term='You are the most difficult person to convince. to understand and ...to love?'/><category term='a rose for you?'/><category term='It has been only a week but it feels like it has been months already.'/><category term='oh so you think you can handle me?'/><category term='eat.'/><category term='together one body.'/><category term='SO this is what you call toy?'/><category term='I think I&apos;m dying'/><category term='we just have to learn from our mistakes and pick ourselves up'/><category term='you piece of crap'/><category term='There are better things in life than just reminiscing'/><category term='Was it ever good in the first place?'/><category term='And if i could only get my hands on you.'/><category term='What if i told?'/><category term='like go fucking get a life honey'/><category term='screw it'/><category term='My life reads like the classifieds.'/><category term='what the hell have i gotten myself into.'/><category term='I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus'/><category term='With joy.'/><category term='Dreams of you and me..it seems..it seems that i can&apos;t shake those memories..i wonder if you feel the same thing too..'/><category term='if I wrote you a love note and made you smile with every word I wrote'/><category term='Now'/><category term='it curls inwards.'/><category term='I&apos;m a miracle you know.'/><category term='How wonderful life is.'/><category term='WHY DO I BLOG SO MANY TIMES A DAY?'/><category term='Done'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='i&apos;m blaming you for leaving that kind of last impression of me.'/><category term='And sorry i think you are what we call you.'/><category term='you&apos;re not trying.it is unfair.'/><category term='I give you this and you give me that.'/><category term='the party ain&apos;t jumpin like it used to'/><category term='Oh so caught up with feelings'/><category term='please.i want out.'/><category term='So you think i&apos;m being bratty?You just won&apos;t understand.'/><category term='When clouds roll by.'/><category term='Can&apos;t take my eyes off you.'/><category term='when everything goes wrong.'/><category term='emoscreamopunkrocker'/><category term='i feel like a sick rat.'/><category term='you make me wanna lala'/><category term='Make this fun'/><category term='When the night has come and the land is dark'/><category term='Look properly and you can see the scar you made.'/><category term='I&apos;m going to cry in my pillow and fall asleep.'/><category term='And it keeps coming back'/><category term='It seems like only yesterday.'/><category term='i hate you.'/><category term='you could be my light.'/><category term='sucks'/><category term='till the last breath.'/><category term='short-cuts'/><category term='GOODNIGHT'/><category term='Cos you are all that i ever think about.'/><category term='Racing through my brain'/><category term='They&apos;re not the only ones who cry'/><category term='We are one family.'/><category term='a different phase.'/><category term='I need the rush.'/><title type='text'>Ugly Doll, You Ain't That Ugly.</title><subtitle type='html'>For those who are far away from me, here you go.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Hello 2012.</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been ages since I updated this space. But here's my last post before a brand new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011.&lt;br /&gt;It has been tough but I believe that I came out a better person. I'm stronger, emotionally and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main highlights of this year:&lt;br /&gt;National Service. Fights.&amp;nbsp;Reconciliation. Love. ITP @ Lorna Whiston. Batam.Grand Copthorn. Drink, Drank but never got Drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we all have grown. My 'brothers', well most of them, are in the army. My 'sisters' heading to the universities. Everyone seems to be stepping into adulthood and sometimes I feel like life is going too fast. But that's reality. Life is short, life is fast. If we don't move along to the&amp;nbsp;beat, we get left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012, well, it is gonna be tougher ten times. But I'm sure I'll make it through, we will make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, to be honest I can't write anymore. I'm too tired from the party to even think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sharon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-4898255387873981401?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4898255387873981401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4898255387873981401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/12/adieus-2011-hello-2012.html' title='Adieus 2011, Hello 2012.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-6276433428834732646</id><published>2011-12-02T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T00:45:07.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your favourite bubble tea flavour?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Original Pudding Milk Tea!!!!! Gonna have to be my all time favourite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/nadineodelia?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;What do you wanna know?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-6276433428834732646?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6276433428834732646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6276433428834732646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-your-favourite-bubble-tea-flavour.html' title='What&amp;#39;s your favourite bubble tea flavour?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-7646802698979121222</id><published>2011-11-18T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T22:26:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Little Candles</title><content type='html'>Another year older. Somehow, I don't feel it, or maybe it just hasn't sunk in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rather quiet, owlish birthday I must say, with a group of close friends and family for a pre-birthday celebration, had a small celebration with my new colleagues at Lorna Whiston (which is where I am interning at till February) and drinks at Harry's with the senior staff and Reddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been long since I have updated this space, just thought it'll be nice to record down some memories of this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few ( or many) months, everything kinda settled down for me. No more exams, more real life situations, mending broken relationships, making new friends,and keeping the loved ones closer to my heart. It feels like I'm jumping over hurdles of different height, some really high and some really low, and some, just really manageable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten most of my unhappy memories cos when I think back about it, it really was just a petty incident so I guess no more hard feelings. And right now, I'm happy. Contented to be exact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Reddy, thank you for everything. I may not know how to comfort you at times but I love you so much and every memory we create, they are always in my heart. I really enjoyed the big and little moments we shared over the past few years. Can't wait for our little getaway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jacinta, Shehnam, Natalie, Polly, thank you for always being just there,even tho I never have time or sometimes it's just the distance, for being understanding and never calculative over our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are entering the festive period of the year, let me just wish everyone happy holidays :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, Sharon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-7646802698979121222?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7646802698979121222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7646802698979121222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-year-older.html' title='19 Little Candles'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-287731109498117870</id><published>2011-09-14T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:29:52.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger on iPhone?</title><content type='html'>Found this App on AppStore heh. Well hopefully I'll be more motivated to write posts but then again any loggig app on my phone never lasts long cos it's just different typing a post on the laptop instead. Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-287731109498117870?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/287731109498117870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/287731109498117870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/09/blogger-on-iphone.html' title='Blogger on iPhone?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-5257731497271812483</id><published>2011-08-07T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T13:39:47.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>EH HI HAHA :) &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nadineodelia" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/nadineodelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-5257731497271812483?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5257731497271812483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5257731497271812483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/08/formspringme_07.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-2483640919054535454</id><published>2011-08-07T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T13:39:26.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>HEHE back on FS! Ask away! &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nadineodelia" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/nadineodelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-2483640919054535454?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2483640919054535454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2483640919054535454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/08/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-5972972113253769239</id><published>2011-05-24T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:36:04.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>What do you wanna know? &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nadineodelia" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/nadineodelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-5972972113253769239?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5972972113253769239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5972972113253769239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/05/formspringme_24.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-1655120792361979590</id><published>2011-05-20T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T00:53:13.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back for a visit.</title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the middle of the night an I'm here. Maybe because my mood is just so low. I've been on tumblr at iaresnow.tumblr.com most of the time because the photos and posts really reflect how I'm feeling most of the time an I am just absolutely too lazy to write long posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight it different. I can't sleep. And I feel like recording my life down tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been crazy. So here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;School and Graduation Project.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It seemed like it was yesterday when I started polytechnic life in SP. Making new friends with a whole new class of people. After two years, we are finally at our last. I have a feeling our Grad project with be great. My feelings are usually good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPaceradio. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeap I'm part of my school's radio station, Going on air every Wednesday from 4-5pm with Arielle :) It's something new I took up in my final year since I really wanted to try it since last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muay Thai.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Besides the camp and Sentosa outing which was really fun, trainings have made me&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;how out of shape I am. My tummy.. omg on't wanna even touch it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fundango.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Still working there but less. Muay thai comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i lost the fire. gonna do my crunches and sleep.Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love, Sharon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-1655120792361979590?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1655120792361979590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1655120792361979590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-for-visit.html' title='Back for a visit.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-995853417712610504</id><published>2011-05-20T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T00:43:31.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>What do you wanna know? &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nadineodelia" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/nadineodelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-995853417712610504?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/995853417712610504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/995853417712610504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/05/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-7544205276785392879</id><published>2011-03-21T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:39:15.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing those Monday Blues away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Quoted by Mark, ‘Recently discovered social phenomenon: The Monday blues don't exist during the holidays!’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;True that! Been in bed again for more than 14 hours. 2nd time throughout half the holiday. Another half of the vacation term is left and since I am working less now, I guess it means that I’m going to be doing that more often.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I feel like meeting friends to head out and chill but due to the lack of financial aid from the parents, or more like my refusal to use their money, I have to choose to stay at home like a pig. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve watched all the shows I have downloaded so I need to find more to fill my boredom. I’ve packed my room since my previous post and, surprisingly, my room is still very very neat. I am very proud of my teenage self.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Totally disregarded the fact that I still have episodes of House to complete so bye lovelies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Sharon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-7544205276785392879?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7544205276785392879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7544205276785392879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/03/singing-those-monday-blues-away.html' title='Singing those Monday Blues away.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-6853294659984180753</id><published>2011-03-16T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T01:34:18.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE IPHONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yes, I am a conformist. I bought an iPhone for myself. Yeap I BOUGHT IT WITH MY OWN MONEY. Well, I worked hard for it. And I rather it be like this so that I will really take care of it and not spoil it like my other previous cellphones.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So while I was contemplating whether or not to jailbreak my new jewel, I stupidly updated it to 4.3…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hmm, dumbest move right? Now I’ve got to wait for the new crack :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, that aside, the past few days consisted of work, training, meeting up with old friends and budget dinners. Haha, not that I am complaining. Plus, I get phone calls from R every night to end my days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Also my room is super dee duper clean now :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ah life has never felt better with a clean room to come home to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Sharon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-6853294659984180753?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6853294659984180753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6853294659984180753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/03/iphone.html' title='THE IPHONE'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-9165858130074899460</id><published>2011-03-09T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:31:29.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a teacher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After 3 hours of crazy 13 year olds running around, screaming and shouting and only getting a sip of water in between the non-existent break, I have officially finished my first day of work as a paid drama teacher.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am proud of myself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think my kids are on the right track and that I am praying that, hopefully, they will give me a drafted script tomorrow morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Phew, life is tough man, life is tough. And I always thought teachers were a pain in the ass. Now I have experienced it, I swear I will kowtow to my secondary school teachers when I see them again. It is not as easy as it seems!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By the way, I was staring at a boy who did some weird movement and then he realized I was staring at him and he stared back. K, awkward moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,Sharon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-9165858130074899460?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/9165858130074899460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/9165858130074899460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-of-teacher.html' title='Life of a teacher.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-3239682465493289278</id><published>2011-03-03T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:46:12.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train till you drop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Honestly, I’m too tired to write a proper post. But to sum it all up, Muay Thai training for two days straight is awesome!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I feel sporty all over again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Potassium, nights.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,Sharon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-3239682465493289278?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/3239682465493289278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/3239682465493289278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/03/train-till-you-drop.html' title='Train till you drop.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-8781673772158969887</id><published>2011-03-02T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:33:46.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TW5VO1rLAhI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/dot40ewht9g/s1600-h/tumblr_lh5pcoawSp1qa4w2fo1_500%5B4%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="tumblr_lh5pcoawSp1qa4w2fo1_500" alt="tumblr_lh5pcoawSp1qa4w2fo1_500" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TW5VSHavyiI/AAAAAAAAEUU/RCPXqezwA1M/tumblr_lh5pcoawSp1qa4w2fo1_500_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="372" height="161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s during the times at night, where you are alone in a big empty bed. With no one to really text or give a call for a chat, or hug to sleep, or let alone, just say “Good night, I love you’.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you are doing fine in the damned jungle. I hope you will be that strong soldier and stick it up. I know you will be okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Sharon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-8781673772158969887?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8781673772158969887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8781673772158969887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/03/misses.html' title='Misses.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TW5VSHavyiI/AAAAAAAAEUU/RCPXqezwA1M/s72-c/tumblr_lh5pcoawSp1qa4w2fo1_500_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-1700911319020177169</id><published>2011-03-02T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T00:00:19.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A small little change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Alright, I changed the layout to this page. Gave in a splash of colour here and there. Might change it back to something simple but I feel happy today. For no rhyme or reason, I feel happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, life has been pretty mundane since the exams were cleared. Weekdays are filled with work at the bubble tea shop. Which is kinda cool cos I roped in my best mates ( Shehnam, Dawn, Celeste). Hmm, filling up my slots as much as I can to earn that extra cash to spend when school starts. Hopefully, the interview with Inwardbound goes smoothly I can can land a part-time job there. It’s better in the sense that it has something related to what I’m studying instead of brainlessly making bubble tea and greeting customers the same damn thing everyday. Then again, if I can keep both jobs , I’d be happy enough. Balance, right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Weekends is spent with R at the movies and shopping malls. Things have been going low and steady. I like it this way. I hope we can slowly find our way back to what we were. Things are getting tough but if he can go through 5 days in the jungle, I bet this shouldn’t be a problem. I just hope he comes out of camp alive by Friday :O I’m starting to feel needy again but I can deal with that. two and a half more days. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TW0YBqlWTkI/AAAAAAAAEUE/q0Nek5OgQSc/s1600-h/tumblr_lgygr3DpMX1qaodr1o1_500%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="tumblr_lgygr3DpMX1qaodr1o1_500" alt="tumblr_lgygr3DpMX1qaodr1o1_500" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TW0YCWnuGgI/AAAAAAAAEUI/61S0aX0Yj14/tumblr_lgygr3DpMX1qaodr1o1_500_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="389" height="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Sharon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-1700911319020177169?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1700911319020177169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1700911319020177169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/03/small-little-change.html' title='A small little change'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TW0YCWnuGgI/AAAAAAAAEUI/61S0aX0Yj14/s72-c/tumblr_lgygr3DpMX1qaodr1o1_500_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-525799566823053109</id><published>2011-02-27T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:47:14.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We all have a choice at making choices. Stop lying to yourself, there is no such thing as ‘No choice’.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just that, sometimes, we make choices that we &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; are right. But are we really sure? Would we really know? Kinda freaky don’t you think?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It feels like we are a messed up puzzle. It’s just up to us on how to fix it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TWpx_iiM2-I/AAAAAAAAETo/n5B8wX9rvd4/s1600-h/tumblr_lh9gg0CX0x1qgrs01o1_500%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="tumblr_lh9gg0CX0x1qgrs01o1_500" alt="tumblr_lh9gg0CX0x1qgrs01o1_500" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TWpyAXLcn4I/AAAAAAAAETs/hO1RlDOEVtk/tumblr_lh9gg0CX0x1qgrs01o1_500_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="389" height="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Feels pretty odd blogging again after so long. Even my past few current posts are.. shit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Sharon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-525799566823053109?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/525799566823053109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/525799566823053109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/02/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TWpyAXLcn4I/AAAAAAAAETs/hO1RlDOEVtk/s72-c/tumblr_lh9gg0CX0x1qgrs01o1_500_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-7445852657924853711</id><published>2011-02-26T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:25:33.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It was a relatively good day. Caught No Strings Attached and It’s a Great Great World.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Had a great lunch and dinner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Basically to sum up the past few days- I am going to be fatter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t know why I think that way cos’ I usually skip meals anyway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I like being fat sometimes. So when I actually complain, people can’t disagree with me. And that, kinda motivates me to work out at the gym more. Even my coach indirectly told me to start exercising more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On a brighter note, I cleared my bed. Meaning, I have the whole queen sized bed to roll around during the night without kicking the pile of clothes that used to occupy the lower right side of the bed. I just need to find a right time and day to slowly pack my clothes neatly so that they can fit in the two drawers I am given. Possible? Well, I’m not too sure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m thinking of setting up a small business painting block images for people’s room. Suggestions??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Sharon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-7445852657924853711?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7445852657924853711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7445852657924853711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunny-saturday.html' title='Sunny Saturday'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-3350021704827459461</id><published>2011-02-24T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T08:01:34.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, is the day that I will take the last paper for the semester. And also the last day being a sophomore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior year sounds... not very pleasing. Life moves too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-3350021704827459461?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/3350021704827459461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/3350021704827459461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/02/today-is-day-that-i-will-take-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-1621405894159552022</id><published>2011-02-13T10:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T10:36:05.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People You’ll Never Be Able To Have Lunch With</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Ryan O'Connell&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some people are the perfect lunch partner. Your relationship exists within the blissful confines of a scheduled meal wherein you can catch up on where the other person is working and who they’re fucking. They’ve been in your life a long time. They were with you the first time you got drunk and threw up all over your mom’s car. They knew every detail of your high school relationship, your first love or whatever. At one point in time, you didn’t have to schedule something every few months to inform them of the happenings of your life because they were with you as it was actually going on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But things change. You know this. I know this. That’s the way life goes. Friends slowly lose their relevancy and it’s a sad thing. They become a casualty of time (or lack thereof) and the only way to keep them on is to have these lunches, to have these talks when you can feel close again for a moment. It leaves a little ache in your stomach, a little feeling of “We’re getting older. Fuck me,” but overall these lunches are positive and necessary. Wouldn’t you agree? Yes, I thought so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m not really here to talk about the people you can get lunch with. I’m here to talk about the other ones, the people who you’re incapable of sitting down with over some iced tea and club sandwiches on a bright sunny Saturday afternoon and talk about romances and career goals and the weather. These are the people who meant the most to you and now they have to mean nothing. There’s no other choice. These are the people you can have no in-between with. Maybe it’s because you loved them too much at one time and they didn’t love you enough. Maybe they acted as your second family until something horrible happened that split an irrevocable line down the middle. I’m talking about the first person you were able to love and adore or the first best friend who acted as the peanut butter to your jelly. These kinds of relationships can’t have a subtle dissolve. The passing of time can’t chip away at the relationship with precision, until one day you wake up and realize it’s been reduced to bits of chalk. If that were the case, you could have lunch with them and try to salvage things. After all, there had been no blunt trauma. You had been asleep when the friendship turned to mush. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. You can resuscitate it over a series of meetings. There’s hope.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If it were only that easy for every relationship that got away from you. The people you’ll never be able to have lunch with are the ones that didn’t have a happy ending. They exploded right in front of you and caused a loss of appetite, a night of heavy drinking, a regrettable exchange of words. The key difference here is blame. The dissolution of a monumental relationship always carries blame. It has to. Who wants to take responsibility for the death of something so special? Oh, you wish you could pinpoint it on something vague. Maybe something like conflicting schedules, new significant other, change of location. But this isn’t possible with the people that once defined your life. Something nasty has to have expunged them from your life. Otherwise, wouldn’t they still be there?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let’s say you did have lunch with this person. What would happen? I’ll tell you. You would meet them somewhere neutral on a day that was unseasonably warm and make sure you looked your absolute best. When you saw them from far away, your stomach would instantly drop into a puddle on the floor of the restaurant. It would stare back at you, now separated from your body, and say, “Why the fuck did you do this? You knew it would kill me. You knew I would be lying here on the floor the second you saw them. Put me back into your body!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;During the lunch, you order salad and don’t eat it. You struggle to talk about anything with the person who once was your everything. It won’t be easy. Watching the people pass by with their friends and lovers in front of the restaurant having their moment together, it would become clear that that kind of moment no longer belongs to you and this person. Looking at their face would be too unsettling so you’d spend an inordinate amount of time stirring the sugar into your drink and watching it fade. Once that’s finished, you’d have to fixate on someone else in the restaurant. Maybe a little boy who’s screaming for food or an attractive young professional. Everything they would say to you would sound like static except for one thing: “Let’s get the check.” When you leave, you’d pick up your exasperated stomach from the floor and try to push it back in. It might not fit right for the next hour or so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See? I told you. You can’t get lunch with these sorts of people. It’ll be like picking a scab that’s about to heal. Some endings are more painful than others and far more permanent. It’s hard to settle for a lightweight lunch-filled relationship when it used to be so much more than that. But like I said, that’s the way life goes. You know this. I know this. Check, please.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-1621405894159552022?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1621405894159552022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1621405894159552022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-people-youll-never-be-able-to-have.html' title='Some People You’ll Never Be Able To Have Lunch With'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-6008123143469242388</id><published>2011-02-11T10:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:01:18.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Everything is so messy right now. Besides the fact that I am sure I gotta get my ass down to Veganburg to study and have a healthy lunch and go for training later, I don’t know whats wrong with the rest of me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Did I really fuck up this time? Was it I who fucked up this relationship that just meant so much? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The tears have stopped falling, that is for sure. I just need to figure out what I want. Actually, I’m sure of what I want. I’m just waiting for your answer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TVSYaXj-2hI/AAAAAAAAETY/SISCLb6k7A8/s1600-h/tumblr_lgf4jeBF1S1qexviao1_500%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="tumblr_lgf4jeBF1S1qexviao1_500" alt="tumblr_lgf4jeBF1S1qexviao1_500" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TVSYbUZ3b3I/AAAAAAAAETc/q2olGBXYjKk/tumblr_lgf4jeBF1S1qexviao1_500_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="401" height="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-6008123143469242388?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6008123143469242388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6008123143469242388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/02/mess.html' title='Mess'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TVSYbUZ3b3I/AAAAAAAAETc/q2olGBXYjKk/s72-c/tumblr_lgf4jeBF1S1qexviao1_500_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-7400309419605323345</id><published>2011-02-07T05:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T05:36:05.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close of a chapter which I wished didn’t have an ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Goodbye my love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No more Mrs Brightside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hello Sharon. Welcome home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-7400309419605323345?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7400309419605323345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7400309419605323345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/02/close-of-chapter-which-i-wished-didnt.html' title='Close of a chapter which I wished didn’t have an ending'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-148859252814709377</id><published>2011-01-01T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:52:14.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi online journal whom no one reads.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wishing you a very happy and glorious 2011. May I find my passion in writing again and opening this icon more often.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, I don’t&amp;#160; have most of the epic photos up on fb yet so I’ll leave the photos till another day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;31st December 2010 started out with morning shift at work, followed by Veganburg with R and home for NYE dinner with the mother.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Managed to drag darling R out of bed to head to the flyer. Awesome shitz I tell you. The fireworks were so awesome and to add on, we were at the peak when 2011 greeted us. So awesome I could have jizzed in my pants (aha laughs for Nan and Mark for their awesome raps long long ago)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Headed to Festive @ Sentosa to meet with the crew where R and I had our first real drink fest together. It is a memory for keeps.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So hunny bunnies, whats the new year’s resolution? I guess for me, to just do well in school and keep fit uh, sounds more practical than losing 5 kgs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2011, how will you be like? I predict a rough road ahead. Not that I want to be a party pooper but I’m gonna have to toughen up for the road ahead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have to complete my report now homies, see what I mean. Meh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-148859252814709377?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/148859252814709377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/148859252814709377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-4389149603748270315</id><published>2010-12-28T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:16:39.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="I didn’t think there would be such an appropriate word to describe how I feel in a general sense. There are just many little things that I can’t seem to put a finger at that’s making me feel this way every now and then. I want some genuine happiness in my life, I don’t think I’m actually asking for so much, but I just haven’t felt this way in a long time and I wish Christmas would bring that back to me. Please let this year end on a high note." src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcq7ewVYM61qcph51o1_500.jpg" width="386" height="262" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-4389149603748270315?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4389149603748270315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4389149603748270315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-didnt-think-there-would-be-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-5034287552998619211</id><published>2010-12-25T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:00:31.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TRTRqkyoLAI/AAAAAAAAETA/DwJRFDgxa20/s1600-h/images%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="images" border="0" alt="images" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TRTRrYHja6I/AAAAAAAAETE/gyJZjeYD56s/images_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you enjoy your food and presents and most importantly for all Christians out there, welcome baby Jesus with open arms and love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As much as I wish to reply all facebook shoutouts and text messages, it’s really gonna take a toll on me at this time of the night. So just a general greeting to everyone ok!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I got some of my presents already. Obviously, I’ve opened them. I am grateful. Grateful that there are my loved ones who put in time and effort to prepare gifts for me :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thank you to my family and friends and not forgetting, Reddy. Though we' might have to get ready for the war against us soon, I’m always gonna love you like no other girl would or could.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-5034287552998619211?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5034287552998619211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5034287552998619211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TRTRrYHja6I/AAAAAAAAETE/gyJZjeYD56s/s72-c/images_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-2506928310572982806</id><published>2010-12-16T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:49:23.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Ringo’s</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TQom7ezy2kI/AAAAAAAAES0/GPu_fUSas9c/s1600-h/droppedImage%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="droppedImage" border="0" alt="droppedImage" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TQom8hSZ-tI/AAAAAAAAES4/8XnDcpjlPYM/droppedImage_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="214" height="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; My new job. Find me at ALjunied MRT. Omg and just laugh at me please…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ll make bubble tea for you and the house’s speciality called SUNSHINE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;wtf…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On a very sad note, I think I’m sinking into depression. Baby, I love you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’d do anything just to spend another day with you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-2506928310572982806?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2506928310572982806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2506928310572982806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/12/uncle-ringos.html' title='Uncle Ringo’s'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TQom8hSZ-tI/AAAAAAAAES4/8XnDcpjlPYM/s72-c/droppedImage_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-6239196155331511940</id><published>2010-12-14T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:17:14.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I am late but, thanks everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TQbhnlEaXMI/AAAAAAAAESQ/Ag87tRa7GNk/s1600-h/73795_10150091415184134_614064133_7062044_2249131_n%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="73795_10150091415184134_614064133_7062044_2249131_n" border="0" alt="73795_10150091415184134_614064133_7062044_2249131_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TQbhor5nUMI/AAAAAAAAESU/2uJZn7QDfZw/73795_10150091415184134_614064133_7062044_2249131_n_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="389" height="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TQbhpTtI5JI/AAAAAAAAESY/6RnclQHH4V4/s1600-h/74092_10150091414674134_614064133_7062017_6567466_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="74092_10150091414674134_614064133_7062017_6567466_n" border="0" alt="74092_10150091414674134_614064133_7062017_6567466_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TQbhqIVi7qI/AAAAAAAAESc/hVgi9nrranQ/74092_10150091414674134_614064133_7062017_6567466_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="199" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TQbhrNKub0I/AAAAAAAAESg/Ckpq5Yv04Dk/s1600-h/DSCF0925%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCF0925" border="0" alt="DSCF0925" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TQbhrzp_PSI/AAAAAAAAESk/WBuTHw3Gc0o/DSCF0925_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="181" height="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TQbhtq6OyVI/AAAAAAAAESo/YzIxwIwzhrw/s1600-h/DSCF0928%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCF0928" border="0" alt="DSCF0928" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TQbhuUs-c1I/AAAAAAAAESs/zBbjaIU4la0/DSCF0928_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" height="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-6239196155331511940?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6239196155331511940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6239196155331511940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-know-i-am-late-but-thanks-everyone.html' title='I know I am late but, thanks everyone.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TQbhor5nUMI/AAAAAAAAESU/2uJZn7QDfZw/s72-c/73795_10150091415184134_614064133_7062044_2249131_n_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-2797293551952187228</id><published>2010-11-17T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:11:12.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwS13--DI/AAAAAAAAERQ/9vZbeOoABoQ/s1600-h/DSCF0841%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0841" border="0" alt="DSCF0841" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwT7A28EI/AAAAAAAAERU/D5DBGiW1jvM/DSCF0841_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="192" height="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwVOa6dvI/AAAAAAAAERY/FKrgsTEfUso/s1600-h/DSCF0842%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0842" border="0" alt="DSCF0842" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwV0g_lMI/AAAAAAAAERc/WsNDZ37ZWNQ/DSCF0842_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="192" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwXDFFKhI/AAAAAAAAERg/-z1pry0AQUA/s1600-h/DSCF0844%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0844" border="0" alt="DSCF0844" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwX_irOvI/AAAAAAAAERk/ODpXI5ooDg4/DSCF0844_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="192" height="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwZ4qU0lI/AAAAAAAAERo/kKtH8mkXQ14/s1600-h/DSCF0852%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0852" border="0" alt="DSCF0852" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwbNBNwGI/AAAAAAAAERs/mtEa0VvfA2k/DSCF0852_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="192" height="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwbgmuSaI/AAAAAAAAERw/YOBsfERXzLU/s1600-h/DSCF0851%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0851" border="0" alt="DSCF0851" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwcbCGnRI/AAAAAAAAER0/-ptqBBmBhfc/DSCF0851_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwd7OOs_I/AAAAAAAAER4/cqwNspYGbSk/s1600-h/DSCF0853%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0853" border="0" alt="DSCF0853" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwfN4PkPI/AAAAAAAAER8/8gw7vUDvzTs/DSCF0853_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="189" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwitHmLoI/AAAAAAAAESA/mOmRNtwOOEI/s1600-h/DSCF0855%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0855" border="0" alt="DSCF0855" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwjzP_6-I/AAAAAAAAESE/zFSa21B5rXY/DSCF0855_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="389" height="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-2797293551952187228?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2797293551952187228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2797293551952187228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/11/18th-dinner.html' title='18th Dinner'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOPwT7A28EI/AAAAAAAAERU/D5DBGiW1jvM/s72-c/DSCF0841_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-2013915436715683697</id><published>2010-11-17T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T10:40:48.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had an awesome 18th birthday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You would believe me if I told you how it went&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-2013915436715683697?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2013915436715683697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2013915436715683697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/11/18th_17.html' title='18th'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-7597531228611048486</id><published>2010-11-16T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:39:54.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOFiVeEbodI/AAAAAAAAERE/y14_OmV87qg/s1600-h/DSCF0836%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0836" border="0" alt="DSCF0836" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOFiWNjja_I/AAAAAAAAERI/nMU4muqND4w/DSCF0836_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I got my first Happy 18th wish on fb, i predicted a whole lot more. I was right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, happy birthday to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It started off with a blast :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-7597531228611048486?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7597531228611048486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7597531228611048486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/11/18th.html' title='18th'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TOFiWNjja_I/AAAAAAAAERI/nMU4muqND4w/s72-c/DSCF0836_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-2130732840383443802</id><published>2010-10-28T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:49:02.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas that came early.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I think this is the most expensive gift I have ever given anyone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bought a ticket to I Love Asian Pop for Mr Brightside for the Kpop night. Got him company as well. Best girlfriend on earth right? Totally.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hope this Christmas will be good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-2130732840383443802?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2130732840383443802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2130732840383443802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/10/christmas-that-came-early.html' title='The Christmas that came early.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-4947567433939557551</id><published>2010-10-19T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:14:51.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Term</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s only the second day of the new school term, and I’ve already skipped two classes. Good job.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Other than that, friends made the mundane lessons interesting, and so I’m just anticipating this “exciting” new term.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Muay Thai demoi coming up, all the best guys.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I jailbroke(?) my itouch so yay me :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-4947567433939557551?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4947567433939557551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4947567433939557551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-term.html' title='A New Term'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-7054237809984555960</id><published>2010-10-14T08:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T08:56:55.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can"t eat anymore!</title><content type='html'>Ever since my new job, I never really felt hungry and only eat just because for&amp;nbsp;the sake of having 'lunch' and 'dinner'. Not cool I tell you. I wanted to eat indian food after work yesterday but was so filled with the soups of the day and smoothies that Mr Brightside and I just headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus since I am such a sucker for cabs, we didnt manage to walk off the feeling of fullness and took a cab and fell asleep at home just as we reached. Good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payday today, I hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJ6AQxTxAL4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJ6AQxTxAL4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-7054237809984555960?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7054237809984555960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7054237809984555960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-eat-anymore.html' title='I can&quot;t eat anymore!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-4708983321393521321</id><published>2010-10-13T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:00:41.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Finally we have reached our first milestone. Nope it’s not some silly 5th month or 6th month shit. It’s one year! And I’m glad I did it this way without the monthsaries. Looking forward to the 365th day is way much more exciting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I’ll cut to the chase. Today we had a nice siesta&amp;#160; in my crib followed by Eighteen Chefs for dinner and &lt;a href="mailto:Harry&amp;rsquo;s@CBP"&gt;Harry’s@CBP&lt;/a&gt; for supper.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TLSGGBTEdNI/AAAAAAAAEQo/ieS-_pbUzcg/s1600-h/DSCF0812%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0812" border="0" alt="DSCF0812" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TLSGGkqdTXI/AAAAAAAAEQs/d3QrD7QZCKc/DSCF0812_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TLSGHtkv30I/AAAAAAAAEQw/RoE4VQEw-PQ/s1600-h/DSCF0813%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0813" border="0" alt="DSCF0813" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TLSGIYRk5VI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/rVB7Q9SbXws/DSCF0813_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TLSGJJsDZ-I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/5XXfmGTD2Fg/s1600-h/DSCF0817%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0817" border="0" alt="DSCF0817" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TLSGJ_qh11I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/G2v35cnST7g/DSCF0817_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-4708983321393521321?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4708983321393521321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4708983321393521321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-first.html' title='Our First'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TLSGGkqdTXI/AAAAAAAAEQs/d3QrD7QZCKc/s72-c/DSCF0812_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-416398210399961450</id><published>2010-10-03T12:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:47:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like my new job :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TKgK3FIrXaI/AAAAAAAAEQc/-iGqqkhFiKs/s1600-h/images%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="images" border="0" alt="images" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TKgK3ux0SvI/AAAAAAAAEQg/tcvZsTmP5_o/images_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="118" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hello everyone. This is where I am working at now :) Come and visit me, my boyfriend, polly, natalie and cassandra. Hoho. Dadp ftw.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s s good place to work and study at. Although the pay isn't high, its reasonable cos there is no midnight cab fare to worry about or having lack of munchies or drinks. Oh even comparing the food and drinks, fruit smoothies and fresh wraps are way much more healthier than carbonated drinks/alcohol and fried wings and fish and chips.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay today is a very cold day. Gonna cuddle up in bed and nap now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-416398210399961450?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/416398210399961450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/416398210399961450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-my-new-job.html' title='I like my new job :)'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TKgK3ux0SvI/AAAAAAAAEQg/tcvZsTmP5_o/s72-c/images_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-2452112883495882772</id><published>2010-09-23T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:10:52.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is going to be a long long post.Lets start by the recent.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TJoqe0U7DsI/AAAAAAAAEQA/_zt4f-VBBQQ/s1600-h/25453_414866548898_722503898_5106718_2106703_n%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="25453_414866548898_722503898_5106718_2106703_n" border="0" alt="25453_414866548898_722503898_5106718_2106703_n" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TJoqfvO8GcI/AAAAAAAAEQE/aH7TlRBvZzI/25453_414866548898_722503898_5106718_2106703_n_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="223" height="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just got home an hour ago from Justin’s Birthday chalet. Over-dose of mah-jong and sleeping and maggi noodles. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy 18th Justin, although I know you won’t chance upon this till I tell you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;‘18 so what? Can drive.Can buy cigarettes but cannot smoke’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Intense games of mah-jong with Mr Brightside, Fedz and Taufiq watching this morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fahmy arrived this evening and there we have it, free live entertainment and I still believe he should join a singing competition.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TJoqgb17JaI/AAAAAAAAEQI/9TFKUq7WEVc/s1600-h/a%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a" border="0" alt="a" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TJoqg7Mj_CI/AAAAAAAAEQM/cbfF1-ZnNys/a_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Taken more than a year back. I think this was taken in year one when we just started the DPA course.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All 4 of us met up for breakfast and it was really good catching up, talking about school and more school . Hopefully we meet up with the rest of the DPA clique next week for dinner. Haven’t seen Jerina, Amy and my bestest Weilin in ages.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TJoqhvfNt9I/AAAAAAAAEQQ/TOk2MhB0D_E/s1600-h/images%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="images" border="0" alt="images" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TJoqiXeHjBI/AAAAAAAAEQU/muQWQkCg7RI/images_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="207" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So my dearest boy introduced me to this show. My Girlfriend is a Gumiho (Nine-tailed fox)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Honestly, I have to admit this show is one of the best comedy/romance series. With Hana Kimi and Down With Love. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What can I do if my boyfriend is a Korean culture fanatic right? Haha if I can’t beat him, might as well join him and enjoy the process in appreciating it. It does bugs me however, that he likes the girls more than me :O fml right.I kid.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Since my boy spoiled his own surprise, I can’t wait for baking tomorrow and working for F1 this weekend. My holidays definitely has not been wasted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alright time to head back to my drama show. Nights world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-2452112883495882772?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2452112883495882772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2452112883495882772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/09/get-ready.html' title='Get Ready'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TJoqfvO8GcI/AAAAAAAAEQE/aH7TlRBvZzI/s72-c/25453_414866548898_722503898_5106718_2106703_n_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-267372328800169676</id><published>2010-09-14T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:57:18.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Finally the most dreaded part of school is over for the time being. Have been planting myself at study areas such as the library, study room and, of all places, Macs to try to at least prepare myself for what I am facing during the exam days. Educational Psych was okay. Health Psych was okay as well.&amp;#160; I just hope my GPA doesn’t drop anymore &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So in one of my past posts I mentioned how Sandra wouldn't be able to survive with me. Well, she did and in fact, she cleaned my room up for me so its super neat…. too neat actually but I shouldn’t be complaining, shouldn’t I?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dad’s back from China with his bottles of alcohol and fake gadgets. He’s going back in a week and coming out from China for good by October. No clue which foreign country his next job will land him in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, I am gonna have a really good rest tonight and go back to Fight G for training tomorrow afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ciao.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-267372328800169676?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/267372328800169676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/267372328800169676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/09/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-201429195534828889</id><published>2010-09-14T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:42:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you mad at me?
i'm so sorry if i didn't call back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;hahahahaa jacinta nishanti of all places finding me on formspring -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nadineodelia?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;What do you wanna know?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-201429195534828889?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/201429195534828889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/201429195534828889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-you-mad-at-me-i-so-sorry-if-i-didn.html' title='are you mad at me?&#xA;i&amp;#39;m so sorry if i didn&amp;#39;t call back'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-8678313522555972732</id><published>2010-09-11T02:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T02:46:32.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Sharon Nadine Odelia Brightside Wee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;hahaa hello asy. i really hope you have been studying!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nadineodelia?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;What do you wanna know?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-8678313522555972732?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8678313522555972732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8678313522555972732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/09/hi-sharon-nadine-odelia-brightside-wee.html' title='Hi Sharon Nadine Odelia Brightside Wee.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-2497132910044383447</id><published>2010-09-09T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:58:38.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:( i say you cute you say my pebbles ugly :( me is sad! :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;heehehe &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nadineodelia?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;What do you wanna know?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-2497132910044383447?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2497132910044383447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2497132910044383447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-say-you-cute-you-say-my-pebbles-ugly.html' title=':( i say you cute you say my pebbles ugly :( me is sad! :('/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-4212742762869396751</id><published>2010-09-09T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:08:26.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why you sho cute? i cannot tank!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;HAHAHA idiot. I cute what cannot meh. eh stupid uglypebbles go study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nadineodelia?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;What do you wanna know?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-4212742762869396751?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4212742762869396751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4212742762869396751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-you-sho-cute-i-cannot-tank.html' title='why you sho cute? i cannot tank!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-1067084084662775340</id><published>2010-08-30T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:51:09.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/THvTW5MNCFI/AAAAAAAAEPc/2F_HiKNC6Z4/s1600-h/a%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="a" border="0" alt="a" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/THvTXlPwzVI/AAAAAAAAEPg/HhyXxiB-L0w/a_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="228" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/THvTYscfSXI/AAAAAAAAEPk/uTDtMXNfUmY/s1600-h/DSCF0706%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0706" border="0" alt="DSCF0706" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/THvTZYUL05I/AAAAAAAAEPo/Vc4FvIA7dT4/DSCF0706_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/THvTaDUhLvI/AAAAAAAAEPs/zJ8sF1GTG3E/s1600-h/DSCF0714%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0714" border="0" alt="DSCF0714" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/THvTah7zaEI/AAAAAAAAEPw/w11v0MdmYnY/DSCF0714_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="207" height="362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Mother, you are a beauty.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-1067084084662775340?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1067084084662775340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1067084084662775340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/08/mother-you-are-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/THvTXlPwzVI/AAAAAAAAEPg/HhyXxiB-L0w/s72-c/a_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-5707630175953244290</id><published>2010-08-26T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:55:57.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School assignments are stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For the first time, I’ve left a webpage open for the longest time. The article on Educational Drama has been left open for almost 3 days cos’ I put my laptop on sleep mode. and I can’t think of anything to write. Maybe cos’ I’ve been preoccupied thinking of other stuff like what my momma’s cooking tonight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gonna head out in a bit to collect some prize thing-a-ma-jig and then head home to continue life on this assignment and start on TWT, which is the lamest subject ever to come across this planet. Salmon curry tonight (Y)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh and just got informed that Sandra is moving in tonight instead of Sunday. I wonder how she’s gonna survive living in my pig sty. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As for now, I’m just lying spread out on my bed, enjoying the last few hours of having a Queen size all to myself until my new room mate shifts in. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As for now, I’m listening to the jingles of the bangles that my hand dons, and think about the past where the wind chimes used to sing for me in the morning breeze.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-5707630175953244290?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5707630175953244290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5707630175953244290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-assignments-are-stupid.html' title='School assignments are stupid'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-1303356513316684196</id><published>2010-08-23T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T03:15:06.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad throat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Suddenly jerked up from my sleep and having an itchy throat. I was, sleeping nicely btw.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;wa xin heng tia, wa meng ti ka ki zua lei si mi.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; tsk. stupid hokkien tv shows.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;k nights. I’m gonna force myself back to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-1303356513316684196?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1303356513316684196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1303356513316684196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-throat.html' title='Bad throat.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-8711533329091331092</id><published>2010-08-19T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:01:44.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EH! i got shades like you. wait. its supposed to be a question. GUESS WHO AM I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Hmmmmmmmmm. Polly?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nadineodelia?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;ASK LAH ASK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-8711533329091331092?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8711533329091331092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8711533329091331092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/08/eh-i-got-shades-like-you-wait-its.html' title='EH! i got shades like you. wait. its supposed to be a question. GUESS WHO AM I?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-5276894952872331934</id><published>2010-08-17T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T00:32:31.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One sentence you would say before you died?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Don't cry over me, be happy that I'm going to a better place.( well that is if I go to heaven teehee)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nadineodelia?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;ASK LAH ASK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-5276894952872331934?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5276894952872331934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5276894952872331934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-sentence-you-would-say-before-you.html' title='One sentence you would say before you died?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-294145277007754597</id><published>2010-08-15T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:59:06.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Inter-Tertiary Muay Thai Tournament</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Currently updating SPMT facebook with the videos of today’s matches. Suder Duper proud of SPMT fight team members. 8 Golds and 2 Silvers. Great job guys.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And Reddy Baby, you were awesome even thought you damn suay to get such an ass for an opponent. So here are some handsome photos of you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGbLO-Q4awI/AAAAAAAAEO4/uJoYoFa7UE0/s1600-h/DSCF0635%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0635" border="0" alt="DSCF0635" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGbLP4NaYCI/AAAAAAAAEO8/YiKr89EUpjI/DSCF0635_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="395" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGbLRf5fv5I/AAAAAAAAEPA/t7aL8C8pwCA/s1600-h/DSCF0636%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0636" border="0" alt="DSCF0636" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGbLSIg-CrI/AAAAAAAAEPE/N6_Jfxzgo6s/DSCF0636_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="191" height="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGbLTT0MsyI/AAAAAAAAEPI/sQEdRSdBnrc/s1600-h/DSCF0637%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0637" border="0" alt="DSCF0637" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGbLUGW1J2I/AAAAAAAAEPM/v5ez4da2Pqg/DSCF0637_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="191" height="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGbLVuZq7iI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/E8bLmMGUoBo/s1600-h/DSCF0659%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0659" border="0" alt="DSCF0659" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGbLWM3pI9I/AAAAAAAAEPU/P712qAiBayk/DSCF0659_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was so annoyed at his opponent that I had to keep the anger in. When the refree announced my boy as the winner I nearly cried. Ah, suhc a happy moment. I love you baby.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SPMT FTW!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-294145277007754597?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/294145277007754597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/294145277007754597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/08/2010-inter-tertiary-muay-thai.html' title='2010 Inter-Tertiary Muay Thai Tournament'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGbLP4NaYCI/AAAAAAAAEO8/YiKr89EUpjI/s72-c/DSCF0635_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-1753428582787160089</id><published>2010-08-12T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T02:05:23.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Slowly picking up the pieces. We can get through this baby.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGLmWq3ez9I/AAAAAAAAEOs/gzZEaKponIA/s1600-h/l02%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="l02" border="0" alt="l02" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGLmYUZB2fI/AAAAAAAAEOw/1AIIhTke6o8/l02_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="223" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really&amp;#160; really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really hope we can get this. It will be awesome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh today training was, cool. Ah Chan was awesome as usual. And funny too. Fight G is like our home, where we laze in the pantry like its our backyard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;rina says:   &lt;br /&gt; IS THAT A CLOWN!?!?!?!?!?!!?    &lt;br /&gt;Sharon OdeliaBrightside says:    &lt;br /&gt; lololol    &lt;br /&gt; HAHAHA    &lt;br /&gt; basket&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Made my night. Nights everyone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-1753428582787160089?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1753428582787160089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1753428582787160089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/08/picking-up.html' title='Picking Up'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGLmYUZB2fI/AAAAAAAAEOw/1AIIhTke6o8/s72-c/l02_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-1837016997072046463</id><published>2010-08-11T07:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T07:20:51.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why you never reply my question to you? hah?! bitch right. im watching you girl . 
heheee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Haha cos i don't want to? Its so crude lah Rina.. hahahhaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nadineodelia?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;ASK LAH ASK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-1837016997072046463?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1837016997072046463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1837016997072046463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-you-never-reply-my-question-to-you.html' title='why you never reply my question to you? hah?! bitch right. im watching you girl . &#xA;heheee.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-3012588215715926401</id><published>2010-08-10T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:00:04.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So my limit of vocabulary, i realised, has been as stagnant as the waters that breed mosquitoes. And I thought I’d learn more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My mood has been fluctuating as badly as the weather. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGFbWOSD4UI/AAAAAAAAEOY/B9KKFfRdp2o/s1600-h/105496-2%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="105496-2" border="0" alt="105496-2" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGFbXI5TZ2I/AAAAAAAAEOc/4U8DKuylyy8/105496-2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a lighter note, I got back my Nintendo and got back on completing this game. NinjaTown. It’s so cute I can die.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Really. Fighters are stressed out with IVP, and all I’m doing is sitting t the corner in Fight G stressing out on how to kill monstazz.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGFbYIVQAnI/AAAAAAAAEOg/mornB02-TWk/s1600-h/ninjatown%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="ninjatown" border="0" alt="ninjatown" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGFbY1ORB8I/AAAAAAAAEOk/yLOFJYQpBas/ninjatown_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="399" height="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;K got to go back to fighting montazzzz :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-3012588215715926401?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/3012588215715926401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/3012588215715926401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-my-limit-of-vocabulary-i-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGFbXI5TZ2I/AAAAAAAAEOc/4U8DKuylyy8/s72-c/105496-2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-775573784301998063</id><published>2010-08-10T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T13:14:16.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formspring</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;what happened between u and that ashely gurl thot u besties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i think i answered &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; in my old account. it' s a long story, happened like half a year back. I'm not interested in bringing it up either so yeah, maybe you can try asking someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-775573784301998063?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/775573784301998063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/775573784301998063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-happened-between-u-and-that-ashely.html' title='Formspring'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-3500811631592613156</id><published>2010-08-10T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:42:38.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry’s @ Singfest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Another free event thanks to Harry’s. Had so much fun with free food and drinks and free performances by big names such as Katy Perry, Tokio Hotel, blah blah… not like I’m a great big fan of music. However the company of familiar people made the past few days awesome as hell.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGAv5NwSYkI/AAAAAAAAEN8/7QnYkLMMGa8/s1600-h/DSCF0534%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0534" border="0" alt="DSCF0534" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGAv7Y5tR4I/AAAAAAAAEOA/xwamP-K17H4/DSCF0534_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGAv8rUooNI/AAAAAAAAEOE/ncMjz0BYFcc/s1600-h/DSCF0452%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0452" border="0" alt="DSCF0452" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGAv9dygYHI/AAAAAAAAEOI/nPAUjlMV7Cw/DSCF0452_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Part of the crew :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGAv-fjCJaI/AAAAAAAAEOM/7mbL7VPxp8A/s1600-h/DSCF0480%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0480" border="0" alt="DSCF0480" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGAv_FbkhrI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/Sh-Bo25H8h0/DSCF0480_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="241" height="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Plus the company of Mr Brighside during work made the partying even better. Kanye West was super hilarious cos of the stupid drunk kids. We, plus Manveer, just stood behind them laughing our heads off.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our work is cool, period.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Been running out of words to say lately. Just know that all is well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cheers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-3500811631592613156?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/3500811631592613156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/3500811631592613156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/08/harrys-singfest.html' title='Harry’s @ Singfest'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TGAv7Y5tR4I/AAAAAAAAEOA/xwamP-K17H4/s72-c/DSCF0534_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-2112472228679050413</id><published>2010-08-02T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T13:35:03.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school? NO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Final week of school before the YOG break. Been in school since 11, when class only starts at 3. Need to settle SPMT camp quick quick and get some stuff completed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have I mentioned how life is such a pain sometimes. Getting up every morning with such weather makes me wanna stay in bed the whole day and rot under my sheets.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On a brighter note:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TFZZAIuvOKI/AAAAAAAAENw/gU99Ld1oS54/s1600-h/38322_138805059483579_10000062256824%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="38322_138805059483579_100000622568244_251301_7282531_n" border="0" alt="38322_138805059483579_100000622568244_251301_7282531_n" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TFZZBfZaFcI/AAAAAAAAEN0/qqgQa9-SwQw/38322_138805059483579_10000062256824.jpg?imgmax=800" width="182" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s in less than 2 weeks. All the best to SPMT Fight Team!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I on the other hand will take the next 8 months to train up. Well, I hope at least right? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;K homies, gotta run.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-2112472228679050413?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2112472228679050413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2112472228679050413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school-no.html' title='Back to school? NO'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TFZZBfZaFcI/AAAAAAAAEN0/qqgQa9-SwQw/s72-c/38322_138805059483579_10000062256824.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-2849383820432847925</id><published>2010-07-29T09:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T09:24:48.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skool is kool</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Urgh, came all the way to school just for attendance sake because I can’t afford to miss anymore ‘classes’. It’s not even class today, just consultation. And I thought I’d be late.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, I’m almost done with my workshop plan, so yay :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I used to know what I wanted to do with my life. Now it’s so blur, I think I’m losing my ground. Time to go back on track. Motivation please come back D:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-2849383820432847925?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2849383820432847925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2849383820432847925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/07/skool-is-kool.html' title='Skool is kool'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-8135107513054895193</id><published>2010-07-26T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:30:51.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a cold day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Currently in school. Freezing and hungry. Tired as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nights world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-8135107513054895193?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8135107513054895193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8135107513054895193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-cold-day.html' title='What a cold day.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-2452229158251534171</id><published>2010-07-23T07:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T07:44:33.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TEjX3ZA65HI/AAAAAAAAENk/cY7V_crC9Bs/s1600-h/Image330%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Image330" border="0" alt="Image330" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TEjX4PAIkNI/AAAAAAAAENo/Tcbe24tHDPQ/Image330_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Just a little update for you readers before I head to school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I passed my level two grading in Muay Thai :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay bye bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-2452229158251534171?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2452229158251534171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2452229158251534171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/07/graded.html' title='GRADED!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TEjX4PAIkNI/AAAAAAAAENo/Tcbe24tHDPQ/s72-c/Image330_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-2737577498301435406</id><published>2010-07-21T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T01:37:24.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today’s gonna be a crazy day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-2737577498301435406?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2737577498301435406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2737577498301435406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/07/todays-gonna-be-crazy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-6350381633860173923</id><published>2010-07-18T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:43:20.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mysteryseeker, you tell the truth. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-6350381633860173923?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6350381633860173923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6350381633860173923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/07/google.html' title='Google.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-5390527893114023969</id><published>2010-07-18T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T20:00:29.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Racism.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That’s the last thing I need in this family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-5390527893114023969?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5390527893114023969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5390527893114023969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/07/racism.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-7098987894279481519</id><published>2010-07-15T08:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:47:52.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Hi :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nadineodelia?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;ASK LAH ASK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-7098987894279481519?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7098987894279481519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7098987894279481519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/07/bitch.html' title='Bitch'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-2368566807409115405</id><published>2010-07-15T08:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:47:17.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY thought can earn $</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;But I haven't been earning any! I rather wok part time for money than wait for people to click the icon on my blog to earn the money cos it takes forever. Or maybe cos no one reads my blog so :O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nadineodelia?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;ASK LAH ASK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-2368566807409115405?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2368566807409115405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2368566807409115405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-thought-can-earn.html' title='WHY thought can earn $'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-8607741134244725486</id><published>2010-07-11T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:52:18.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on to another year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday to Reddy Brightside. Old man. Teehee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I actually had planned a surprise and i thought I could keep him in the dark. I knew I was wrong. And I still went ahead with it. The day started on the 10th, in the morning with me waking up late at 8.30 instead of 6.30.Rushed in a cab down to Dawn’s for some good ol’ baking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoB-aXDkI/AAAAAAAAELk/HQRwDXNBTG4/s1600-h/DSCF0326%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0326" border="0" alt="DSCF0326" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoChy4bpI/AAAAAAAAELs/PF_tCtE_e6Q/DSCF0326_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoE7TRqjI/AAAAAAAAELw/usPy7q7VKkk/s1600-h/DSCF0327%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0327" border="0" alt="DSCF0327" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoHLsguaI/AAAAAAAAEL0/MEu40QOz12E/DSCF0327_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoI_e9mHI/AAAAAAAAEL4/HhgkdioMyTY/s1600-h/DSCF0329%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0329" border="0" alt="DSCF0329" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoKY81rsI/AAAAAAAAEL8/WP4QC8gpz-0/DSCF0329_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="190" height="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoM5c7xzI/AAAAAAAAEMA/WQ2AbM8V58Y/s1600-h/DSCF0328%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0328" border="0" alt="DSCF0328" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoNj6EV2I/AAAAAAAAEME/6Ejj6nWXfik/DSCF0328_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="190" height="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoO82ZsFI/AAAAAAAAEMI/nlVlqsBUPks/s1600-h/DSCF0331%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0331" border="0" alt="DSCF0331" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoSItncFI/AAAAAAAAEMM/tnI6w9-iz5Q/DSCF0331_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoTjgaA0I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/F2DiISpp71w/s1600-h/DSCF0334%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0334" border="0" alt="DSCF0334" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoUCJobHI/AAAAAAAAEMU/GLIqEQ5JcI4/DSCF0334_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoVSByEII/AAAAAAAAEMY/vANBB_f67ls/s1600-h/DSCF0337%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0337" border="0" alt="DSCF0337" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoXLXI6yI/AAAAAAAAEMc/0ZBgVCEUELg/DSCF0337_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoZ0mzGJI/AAAAAAAAEMg/xan8IEJDi9U/s1600-h/DSCF0335%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0335" border="0" alt="DSCF0335" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoaawobcI/AAAAAAAAEMk/CV_RambKi48/DSCF0335_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rushed down again to the birthday boy’s place around 2 plus. Well, I told him to try sleeping till 3 to stall for time. Epic fail.Got my ass down and forced him up to open his presents :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnobvmKxNI/AAAAAAAAEMo/s7zb_fRcWWA/s1600-h/DSCF0344%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0344" border="0" alt="DSCF0344" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnocmYPuiI/AAAAAAAAEMs/WnwL_rt61GM/DSCF0344_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnodgEfl-I/AAAAAAAAEMw/D44D-AJZDDU/s1600-h/DSCF0349%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0349" border="0" alt="DSCF0349" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoeS4zSEI/AAAAAAAAEM0/1yYUnlmE-R4/DSCF0349_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tried to stall for more time at Parkway. Tsk. I should have known better right. The weather was threatening but I am so so so glad everything went well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnogbOt2II/AAAAAAAAEM4/y-s8pBNZ7r0/s1600-h/DSCF0365%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0365" border="0" alt="DSCF0365" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnohPeBxzI/AAAAAAAAEM8/f26VyZn3SxI/DSCF0365_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoisCXg0I/AAAAAAAAENA/ibv98mf-Dc4/s1600-h/DSCF0388%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0388" border="0" alt="DSCF0388" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnokj5vzQI/AAAAAAAAENE/yz89KjQtLtM/DSCF0388_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnol_puszI/AAAAAAAAENI/xT0ba_GNcVQ/s1600-h/DSCF0363%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0363" border="0" alt="DSCF0363" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnomgs92aI/AAAAAAAAENM/ptINKT0vYJY/DSCF0363_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="205" height="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Glad his NCC friends made it! I was honestly quite disappointed when those i expected to to see didn’t turn up but hey, &lt;em&gt;heng ah,&lt;/em&gt;we didn’t&amp;#160; buy enough food.HAHA. Coach was darn awesome cos he gave contributions even though he couldn’t make it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnooNFAsJI/AAAAAAAAENQ/8mlivmSQObI/s1600-h/DSCF0403%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0403" border="0" alt="DSCF0403" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnopG3Dg5I/AAAAAAAAENU/VJhaAfpHDBg/DSCF0403_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="418" height="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Damn damn tired. hahaha.Left ECP around 6, got back at 2nd home around 8 plus, slept till 4. And.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoqLOv12I/AAAAAAAAENY/Pp4jYYU2UFQ/s1600-h/DSCF0409%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0409" border="0" alt="DSCF0409" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnosHoWnRI/AAAAAAAAENc/jeDS-a2JgHM/DSCF0409_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="235" height="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We assembled it. SUPA HAPPY BOY. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I overshot my budget but it’s worth it :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday B.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-8607741134244725486?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8607741134244725486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8607741134244725486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/07/moving-on-to-another-year.html' title='Moving on to another year.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TDnoChy4bpI/AAAAAAAAELs/PF_tCtE_e6Q/s72-c/DSCF0326_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-9017704799535684901</id><published>2010-07-11T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:11:45.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU REMOVED NUFFNAG?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yeah why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nadineodelia?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;ASK LAH ASK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-9017704799535684901?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/9017704799535684901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/9017704799535684901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-removed-nuffnag.html' title='YOU REMOVED NUFFNAG?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-4619677629148945778</id><published>2010-07-08T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T07:07:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so you think so?</title><content type='html'>Understood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-4619677629148945778?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4619677629148945778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4619677629148945778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-so-you-think-so.html' title='Oh so you think so?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-4869815314892387184</id><published>2010-07-03T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:42:21.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TC9ZzhjB0WI/AAAAAAAAELY/k8dnSkPH33A/s1600-h/psp_go-480x362%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="psp_go-480x362" border="0" alt="psp_go-480x362" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TC9Z0k4LagI/AAAAAAAAELc/swW19FWvACY/psp_go-480x362_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I won this at the stacking machine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I gave it to Sandra for her birthday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am a great friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today started off shaky,faced lateness, un-cool front seats for the movie. However the movie was good and things got better, I’m too tired to state everything so there you go. I had a good day. How about you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-4869815314892387184?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4869815314892387184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4869815314892387184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-won-this-at-stacking-machine.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TC9Z0k4LagI/AAAAAAAAELc/swW19FWvACY/s72-c/psp_go-480x362_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-643179963004560615</id><published>2010-07-03T09:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:08:06.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to let my hair down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, at least for the time being. Finally IHP and IEP tests are over, plus ED and Ethics reports were handed in on time- it’s a good idea to give myself a break right now. Treated myself to a full muay thai workout yesterday during informal. Bruises on my shin, but like Jacinta says, its so damn worth it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Natalie has been bugging me to update but I don’t know what to talk about. There’s nothing much to say, I don’t give gossip for people to talk here neither do I give people information about my relationship. Learnt to keep things in private.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But just for you readers to know, I am doing fine, currently having a blocked nose. Heading out soon to Mr Brightside’s place then to meet Sandra for her belated birthday celebration. Pictures up later I guess?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I will update later alright so stop bugging me. Haha maybe you can drop a question on my formspring and I’ll reply you back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But for now, take care.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love, Sharon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-643179963004560615?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/643179963004560615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/643179963004560615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-to-let-my-hair-down.html' title='Time to let my hair down.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-8437268070515899445</id><published>2010-06-28T07:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T07:47:07.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Trixia. Hello Udders.Back to skool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TCfi032DwZI/AAAAAAAAEKk/4_Pg0cfsOQ4/s1600-h/DSCF0196%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0196" border="0" alt="DSCF0196" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TCfi122sl8I/AAAAAAAAEKo/1F1q4mvzSzk/DSCF0196_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="391" height="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TCfi2_hvp4I/AAAAAAAAEKs/drDBJrIFkoQ/s1600-h/DSCF0207%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0207" border="0" alt="DSCF0207" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TCfi3v0VqRI/AAAAAAAAEKw/mz5gZeZe9UI/DSCF0207_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TCfi4R0UZ0I/AAAAAAAAEK0/NEBTNu49hWc/s1600-h/DSCF0208%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0208" border="0" alt="DSCF0208" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TCfi5PADI6I/AAAAAAAAEK4/AweuMrC_PiA/DSCF0208_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TCfi5wV_lXI/AAAAAAAAEK8/tkTU0o0hp8Y/s1600-h/DSCF0215%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0215" border="0" alt="DSCF0215" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TCfi6vHjHeI/AAAAAAAAELA/KQeZ9FlyQmA/DSCF0215_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TCfi7t_sE2I/AAAAAAAAELE/SiG3dLyAcpg/s1600-h/DSCF0216%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0216" border="0" alt="DSCF0216" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TCfi8XwbV8I/AAAAAAAAELI/kesqxH5VMaw/DSCF0216_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TCfi9p9kc3I/AAAAAAAAELM/5cOurllhuMo/s1600-h/DSCF0238%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0238" border="0" alt="DSCF0238" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TCfi-Uj65YI/AAAAAAAAELQ/6noBWFXrMtg/DSCF0238_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="371" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-8437268070515899445?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8437268070515899445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8437268070515899445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye-trixia-hello-uddersback-to-skool.html' title='Bye Trixia. Hello Udders.Back to skool.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TCfi122sl8I/AAAAAAAAEKo/1F1q4mvzSzk/s72-c/DSCF0196_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-1188926429142020433</id><published>2010-06-19T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:04:30.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBwzpJcQFuI/AAAAAAAAEKA/i6OnvxyL8RY/s1600-h/DSCF0017%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0017" border="0" alt="DSCF0017" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBwzqCyy_JI/AAAAAAAAEKE/cP6l5Qq2mGQ/DSCF0017_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBwzrHHxDrI/AAAAAAAAEKI/d_mPkoQ8o2s/s1600-h/DSCF0025%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0025" border="0" alt="DSCF0025" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBwzry3-wuI/AAAAAAAAEKM/H9F9zr31ed8/DSCF0025_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBwzs5M7zGI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/Bb4_iyBfvWQ/s1600-h/DSCF0033%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0033" border="0" alt="DSCF0033" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBwztht3QWI/AAAAAAAAEKU/UFS2rClXRas/DSCF0033_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBwzuYNYUhI/AAAAAAAAEKY/eQQVZyp2GBY/s1600-h/DSCF0021%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0021" border="0" alt="DSCF0021" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBwzvIHWs_I/AAAAAAAAEKc/uYRheBR2LTE/DSCF0021_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Beer Fest free entry? :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-1188926429142020433?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1188926429142020433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1188926429142020433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/06/beer-fest-free-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBwzqCyy_JI/AAAAAAAAEKE/cP6l5Qq2mGQ/s72-c/DSCF0017_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-6917205099777459438</id><published>2010-06-18T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:56:39.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There is just this deep feeling of unease somewhere at the back of my heart. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But I really just don’t know what it is. I am, however, trying to figure it out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On a brighter note. My mom just won a fujifilm camera and handed it over to me (Y).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-6917205099777459438?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6917205099777459438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6917205099777459438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-is-just-this-deep-feeling-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-7522886708027150540</id><published>2010-06-13T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:09:07.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, is all we need don’t we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBTmYx8AUjI/AAAAAAAAEJU/WJWAU6jZ2-U/s1600-h/28640_433221819133_614064133_5582782_5144999_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="28640_433221819133_614064133_5582782_5144999_n" border="0" alt="28640_433221819133_614064133_5582782_5144999_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBTmZjpiIjI/AAAAAAAAEJY/NxwqfwmIYYM/28640_433221819133_614064133_5582782_5144999_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBTmariecbI/AAAAAAAAEJc/EBU7K3hrF8s/s1600-h/28640_433221809133_614064133_5582780_4789578_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="28640_433221809133_614064133_5582780_4789578_n" border="0" alt="28640_433221809133_614064133_5582780_4789578_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBTmcGANDcI/AAAAAAAAEJg/yitexBvIU14/28640_433221809133_614064133_5582780_4789578_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBTmdPF0wtI/AAAAAAAAEJk/pW3KR7o6150/s1600-h/28640_433221859133_614064133_5582788_114045_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="28640_433221859133_614064133_5582788_114045_n" border="0" alt="28640_433221859133_614064133_5582788_114045_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBTmePKF-VI/AAAAAAAAEJo/NOOuzQhmU6o/28640_433221859133_614064133_5582788_114045_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBTmeyC87pI/AAAAAAAAEJs/a6LL6gGtSMo/s1600-h/28640_433221814133_614064133_5582781_7419742_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="28640_433221814133_614064133_5582781_7419742_n" border="0" alt="28640_433221814133_614064133_5582781_7419742_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBTmffKK6RI/AAAAAAAAEJw/TNwVH4K_sF0/28640_433221814133_614064133_5582781_7419742_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBTmf0mW8rI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/GhgnqSD6uhg/s1600-h/28640_433221789133_614064133_5582776_7143296_n%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="28640_433221789133_614064133_5582776_7143296_n" border="0" alt="28640_433221789133_614064133_5582776_7143296_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBTmgplrHgI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/wqgy1jsXU2o/28640_433221789133_614064133_5582776_7143296_n_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;New time, new camera, sweet old love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-7522886708027150540?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7522886708027150540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7522886708027150540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-is-all-we-need-dont-we.html' title='Love, is all we need don’t we?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/TBTmZjpiIjI/AAAAAAAAEJY/NxwqfwmIYYM/s72-c/28640_433221819133_614064133_5582782_5144999_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-6585443925875528763</id><published>2010-06-12T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:44:19.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘You try to worm your way into our world where you will never be a part of it no matter what you do.’ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To think that Gossip girl can provide awesome quotes despite being a highly bimbotic, plastic and over-rated TV show. Well, it does prove points sometimes, no doubt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve washed my hands over certain matters in my life but sometimes, people keep providing me back with one stack of info after another stack. And I usually don’t care much because it’s just plain disgusting when they feed me with it, I end up throwing everything out like vomit. It’s tasty but, please, I rather have something that is actually worth staying in my stomach.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My body is almost close to being non- existent cos I can barely feel my legs. Urgh the detriments of not going for training and not bothering about Muay Thai after the FOC.&amp;#160; Monday is gonna be an awesome day. Catching Karate Kid with SPMT after training and then I can say hello to Harry’s, I’m very pleased to work with you on yet another event.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By the way, we got a new camera :) Even though I was just told that Mom is gonna give me her new one, I rather have something that I bought with my own money and shared.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nights bunnies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-6585443925875528763?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6585443925875528763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6585443925875528763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-try-to-worm-your-way-into-our-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-6862139344077672343</id><published>2010-06-11T06:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:50:06.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can’t deny that our past has been complicated, but in the end love makes everything simple.-&lt;em&gt;Blaire Waldorf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-6862139344077672343?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6862139344077672343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6862139344077672343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-deny-that-our-past-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-994326851784154652</id><published>2010-06-08T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:26:41.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince of Persia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Caught Prince of Persia with Mr Brightside today. We were two idiots.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We bought tickets for the 6.20 show even though we were 5 minutes late. Got into the theatre and 15 minutes later, the movie ended. Then we, or more like I, went to ask the usher whats wrong only to be told that the timing on our ticket said 7.20…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;… … …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know right. We spoiled our own movie ending. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But we had a good time. Went to Cotton On for some shopping. He got a red flannel, and I got a vest plus we both got grey slippers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh did I mention my self-therapy today? I had a nice quiet lunch with myself at Din Tai Fung. 6 Xiao Long Baos and a vegetarian delight. Very happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nights world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-994326851784154652?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/994326851784154652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/994326851784154652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/06/prince-of-persia.html' title='Prince of Persia'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-410971200857744577</id><published>2010-06-06T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:20:22.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As long as Muhammad Redzuan is my boyfriend, as long as he and I are still in a relationship and as long as I have this ring on my finger, I am warning all these girls out there to fucking stay away and watch your back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If there is one, i bet there are many more. So let this be a warning. Stay away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-410971200857744577?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/410971200857744577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/410971200857744577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-long-as-muhammad-redzuan-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-5503165173407367167</id><published>2010-06-05T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:40:09.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;These tears won’t stop falling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-5503165173407367167?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5503165173407367167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5503165173407367167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/06/these-tears-wont-stop-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-8493851893461973858</id><published>2010-06-05T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:47:39.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just want to hold on, even though it feels like it is slipping away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-8493851893461973858?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8493851893461973858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8493851893461973858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-want-to-hold-on-even-though-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-9084337276403694223</id><published>2010-06-02T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:44:34.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mend these broken bones like you would always do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-9084337276403694223?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/9084337276403694223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/9084337276403694223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/06/mend-these-broken-bones-like-you-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-8495017755000505510</id><published>2010-05-27T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:05:54.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A very quick update. I’m leaving home in 15 minutes because I am taking a night coach to Pulau Redang. I will be back by Sunday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Muscles are aching from training.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I lost 5 kg! And I am supa happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I miss Mr Brightside already.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-8495017755000505510?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8495017755000505510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8495017755000505510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/05/very-quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-6964136167872476972</id><published>2010-05-24T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T08:55:45.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having steak at the moment for breakfast. I should stop this habit of eating expensive food in the morning but whatever, it's gonna replace my lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally back from SP Muay Thai FOC. No doubt i was trouble last camp, but this year's camp was OMGWTFH cos of irresponsible idiots who apparently are older than most of us, including the camp committee. Other than that, 2nd day of camp onwards was successful, well, at least in the eyes of the committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're angry at a loved one, hug that person. And mean it. You may not want to hug - which is all the more reason to do so. It's hard to stay angry when someone shows they love you, and that's precisely what happens when we hug each other. ~Walter Anderson, The Confidence Course, 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up when I bother to do some uploading. For the meantime, I'll go shower, grab a milo, some vegetables, and then head to city hall to get&amp;nbsp; my moolah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-6964136167872476972?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6964136167872476972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6964136167872476972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/05/having-steak-at-moment-for-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-6805019445886544042</id><published>2010-05-16T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:11:11.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-_EhDtnoxI/AAAAAAAAEIo/YwY6Vmp9lfQ/s1600-h/30882_400943172995_614627995_4014540_5432592_n%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; 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border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Aaahh032" border="0" alt="Aaahh032" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-vA19f0bEI/AAAAAAAAEIY/A4xspIZr2zg/Aaahh032_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-vA3Q6O99I/AAAAAAAAEIc/gMUFwb8HXLk/s1600-h/Aaahh031%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Aaahh031" border="0" alt="Aaahh031" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-vA4m4Xl5I/AAAAAAAAEIg/iI-TR8j6zN8/Aaahh031_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="204" height="329" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Life’s cool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-6637830466021247599?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6637830466021247599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6637830466021247599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/05/lifes-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-vA19f0bEI/AAAAAAAAEIY/A4xspIZr2zg/s72-c/Aaahh032_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-3987416287707268136</id><published>2010-05-06T06:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T06:41:28.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-Hz5lz2iwI/AAAAAAAAEHo/MHf47xKuhrU/s1600-h/Aaahh023%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; 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&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-H0B-EBNrI/AAAAAAAAEIA/PVbKOXCGtZk/s1600-h/Aaahh021%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Aaahh021" border="0" alt="Aaahh021" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-H0CYA4sPI/AAAAAAAAEIE/3pEfXHUzRIo/Aaahh021_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="190" height="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-H0Du9IZiI/AAAAAAAAEII/ALuvvUX1M-0/s1600-h/Aaahh025%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Aaahh025" border="0" alt="Aaahh025" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-H0FBMrBXI/AAAAAAAAEIM/0rD25R1OJZ8/Aaahh025_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-3987416287707268136?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/3987416287707268136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/3987416287707268136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/05/picnic-pictures.html' title='Picnic Pictures'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-Hz6C-s8QI/AAAAAAAAEHs/ovYdHB3a8CU/s72-c/Aaahh023_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-5235344413579466240</id><published>2010-05-06T06:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T06:36:56.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Join vlogCRUSH today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;About vlogCRUSH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-Hy99fJsmI/AAAAAAAAEHY/ZgvRXhNQlvw/s1600-h/Untitled7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Untitled" border="0" alt="Untitled" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-Hy_ZiPpOI/AAAAAAAAEHc/-jGajr808vQ/Untitled_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300" height="69" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vlogCRUSH is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size="3"&gt; Singapore’s first&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; online platform dedicated to video blogging (well, also known as vlogging). This free-to-use interactive site allows vloggers to share and express their opinions and gain talent recognition opportunities. And for my case, I just do it out of plain fun! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With vlogCRUSH, you can:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;• Vlog your opinions (oh I do this ALL the time)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;• Host your own web shows ( In which I’m trying to be a more dedicated vlogger so I can do this when I actually have the time)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;• Personalize your interactive features&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;• Engage your audience (‘Crushers’, come crush me now!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;• Be Recognized, Be Rewarded.&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000" size="3"&gt;A VERY BIG EXAMPLE, one lucky reader who signed-up for vlogCRUSH WITH&amp;#160; referal codes : sharon&amp;#160; will win a Sony bloggie (PM5K) camera that is worth $399 (&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.sg/productcategory/msc-bloggie"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000" size="3"&gt;http://www.sony.com.sg/productcategory/msc-bloggie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000" size="3"&gt;) !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-HzAkLE2TI/AAAAAAAAEHg/G-9oMowFl6s/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="1" border="0" alt="1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-HzB0qIthI/AAAAAAAAEHk/Gg_Q_0xqg7o/1_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="468" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Currently still in beta stage, vlogCRUSH will be introducing lots of exciting features in time to come. 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Be a star at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vlogcrush.com/"&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.vlogcrush.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ff8000" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And don’t forget to check my vlogs at iaresnow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-5235344413579466240?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5235344413579466240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5235344413579466240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/05/join-vlogcrush-today.html' title='Join vlogCRUSH today!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S-Hy_ZiPpOI/AAAAAAAAEHc/-jGajr808vQ/s72-c/Untitled_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-5437511942974652823</id><published>2010-05-04T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:20:26.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;난 당신이 아기를, 무엇보다도 사랑해.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyway, Jacinta Lambert is chasing me to update. So, I've been busy. The start of a new school semester, seeing old faces, laughing happily with my friends-classmates, comperes, spmuaythai, taxistand people. Makes life bearable. My boyfriend, makes life worthwhile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;CCA showcase is finally finally over. Glad with the number of intakes in both Student Comperes and SPMT. Excited for the upcoming camps as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today, class got cancelled so Mr. Brightside and I are heading to ECP later in the evening for our first picnic. HAHA yeah laugh, just go ahead. Cos' I prepared the food..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Omg there is something really wrong with my lenses. They are new yet I can't see properly. Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;K JACINTA ASK ME QUESTION OF FORMSPRING LAH &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-5437511942974652823?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5437511942974652823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5437511942974652823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-4711191769792082209</id><published>2010-04-27T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T02:14:30.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9XYAfc4OcI/AAAAAAAAEHM/h7XFHJEje0w/s1600-h/Aaahh008%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Aaahh008" border="0" alt="Aaahh008" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9XYBJSrl7I/AAAAAAAAEHQ/XuIYXKIcqcg/Aaahh008_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HI baby,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Even though we cannot see eye to eye on certain issues, I still love you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Missing you like how a panda misses bamboo right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can eat you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;NIghts world!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-4711191769792082209?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4711191769792082209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4711191769792082209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-baby-even-though-we-cannot-see-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9XYBJSrl7I/AAAAAAAAEHQ/XuIYXKIcqcg/s72-c/Aaahh008_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-1151689795849720728</id><published>2010-04-24T08:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T08:36:45.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day Modelling event + Updates after a week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9I82E-2zyI/AAAAAAAAEGI/9RFZ_GdLRaQ/s1600-h/25477_418365064902_621959902_5321233_5587426_n%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="25477_418365064902_621959902_5321233_5587426_n" border="0" alt="25477_418365064902_621959902_5321233_5587426_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9I83SxyTPI/AAAAAAAAEGM/Vll9iovQYEc/25477_418365064902_621959902_5321233_5587426_n_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9I85v6YW5I/AAAAAAAAEGQ/mBl7BWcmljw/s1600-h/24907_388617963562_506318562_3720468_2532967_n%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="24907_388617963562_506318562_3720468_2532967_n" border="0" alt="24907_388617963562_506318562_3720468_2532967_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9I863bGGgI/AAAAAAAAEGU/Qjszfm5mzRg/24907_388617963562_506318562_3720468_2532967_n_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="195" height="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9I88FMuSkI/AAAAAAAAEGY/WkmVyGuvb20/s1600-h/24907_388617948562_506318562_3720466_3760640_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; 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border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="009" border="0" alt="009" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9I9BUzRbLI/AAAAAAAAEGs/02mI4wC3Ui0/009_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="104" height="449" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9I9BxcCLyI/AAAAAAAAEGw/F6g1SsNUTKY/s1600-h/010%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="010" border="0" alt="010" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9I9DZf3_ZI/AAAAAAAAEG0/OR-r4f5zZOE/010_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="111" height="449" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9I9D3pSDCI/AAAAAAAAEG4/zsR989t2PTU/s1600-h/008%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="008" border="0" alt="008" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9I9FHYZf7I/AAAAAAAAEG8/kIx8FxlcUYM/008_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="117" height="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Probably our last event as a crew, minus our photoshoots next month. Aiye, just got to love this bunch of people. We’ve gone through last year together, hopefully it’ll stay that way. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The event was quite last minute but it turned out at least presentable. First time we did an event which took less than a day of preparation!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Other than that, school has been kind. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9I9GSBceKI/AAAAAAAAEHA/9IHx-vmcC6o/s1600-h/Aaahh002%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Aaahh002" border="0" alt="Aaahh002" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9I9G1DUi-I/AAAAAAAAEHE/cECMZm3q7Zg/Aaahh002_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Met Sandra and Matt. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No idea how I rushed to collect the cheque and to cash them in. NO IDEA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our love, is divine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-1151689795849720728?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1151689795849720728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1151689795849720728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day-modelling-event-updates-after.html' title='Earth Day Modelling event + Updates after a week.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S9I83SxyTPI/AAAAAAAAEGM/Vll9iovQYEc/s72-c/25477_418365064902_621959902_5321233_5587426_n_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-6053612106333836755</id><published>2010-04-19T07:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:12:11.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The past few days has been hectic. Lack of updates to the dismay of Jacinta Lambert.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s funny how sometimes we are so sure that was made the wrong choice when in reality, that choice is the one and only, best, and very correct choice. It’s okay if you don’t understand cos’ most of the time, people don’t know half the things I am saying here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Can’t wait to see babyboy later after school. OK, i know its super lucky to start school at 10.30 today and not 7 like Sherilyn (i still hearts you), but I am so damn tired and I wished Natalie didn’t have to wake me up just now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Will be updating via vlogcrush soon so see you guys around :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-6053612106333836755?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6053612106333836755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6053612106333836755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/04/past-few-days-has-been-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-1876774068087353087</id><published>2010-04-13T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:44:59.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It wasn’t absolutely awesome that I had to get my lazy bum out of bed to head to school for a two hour rehearsal when it takes me one hour to get to school itself. Things didn’t get any better with the fact that I stained all the way through my shorts. Great isn’t it? Plus I had no sanitary pad. And, the menstrual cramps were killing me inside out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let me bring you through the journey of a day in the life of me, when I have this problem. Gritted my teeth throughout the whole remaining hour of rehearsal, clutching tightly to my lower abdomen while walking to the MRT, breaking out in cold sweat when it was freezing and knocking out once every few stops on the subway. Walked to the interchange like someone just ripped my uterus out. and died on the bus. literally dragged my feet to the front door and quickly changed into clean clothes. I dropped on my bed and couldn’t get up cos the pain was killing me. No medication at home and not like I would take them cos it means that the next month this happens again, it will be two times worse. i placed my heaviest pillow on my lower ab to sooth the pain and fell asleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Woke up an hour later feeling better. Thought of visiting the boyfriend but I guess not. The pain came and went like tides of the sea. The only comfort I had was the warmth of my blanket while I spasmed uncountable number of times like some mad animal. I think this has been the worse case of menstrual cramps since forever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Past few days has been okay. Got to spend time with my Brightside after a month of interruption. Well, I could never ask for anything more :) Printed our pictures, went to the beach. Our footsteps is music to my ears.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-1876774068087353087?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1876774068087353087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/1876774068087353087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-good-day.html' title='Not a good day.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-3684376240246497107</id><published>2010-04-06T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:22:20.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S7tDkYJKyhI/AAAAAAAAEF0/zkQSoLZtiA8/s1600-h/06042010195%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="06042010195" border="0" alt="06042010195" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S7tDk7yhPBI/AAAAAAAAEF4/PclbbxjFPUg/06042010195_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="234" height="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S7tDmDd6XOI/AAAAAAAAEF8/k7vCR8fX9GI/s1600-h/06042010193%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="06042010193" border="0" alt="06042010193" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S7tDmwM0DsI/AAAAAAAAEGA/cAAL99dE71U/06042010193_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-3684376240246497107?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/3684376240246497107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/3684376240246497107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-lion.html' title='Hi Lion'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S7tDk7yhPBI/AAAAAAAAEF4/PclbbxjFPUg/s72-c/06042010195_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-8425359356200965087</id><published>2010-04-06T08:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:23:40.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too good to be true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yes, yes, rumours are true. I am back at Harry’s for their catering events! Even so, I am still gonna seal my piggy bank, which looks like a pig, so I can save money. Well, I will do so after this post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That phone call from CBP saved my life. HI MANVEER I IS HAPPY KID.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One and a half days to go before my Brightside is back in my arms. I really, honestly, miss his hugs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am hungry.Bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-8425359356200965087?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8425359356200965087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8425359356200965087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Too good to be true?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-2247814623127169329</id><published>2010-04-05T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:01:33.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Finally got an old colleague who is working with me again. Thank you flexi hours!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By the way, Karma will bite back like a bitch so deal with it. We’ve gotten enough from the whole series so let us rest now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S7n7SPR2DYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/QXK-nsVxpAs/s1600-h/05042010186%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="05042010186" border="0" alt="05042010186" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S7n7TKbPRiI/AAAAAAAAEFs/1DwMUmef4Fs/05042010186_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="210" height="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out with Amanda, Wani and Santhosh. Just a lot of catching up. Back before 10!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had a good day. But I miss my boyfriend a lot. And did I say how worried I am??? :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Come back soon love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-2247814623127169329?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2247814623127169329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/2247814623127169329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-chance.html' title='My Chance.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S7n7TKbPRiI/AAAAAAAAEFs/1DwMUmef4Fs/s72-c/05042010186_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-4310837011860701369</id><published>2010-04-02T09:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:04:56.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello there. I know, I’ve been gone for a few days. It’s either I’m dead beat by the time I get home or I’m just being lazy. Everyday is almost the same, seeing my Brightside and hanging out, sleeping the afternoon away and watching movies on his laptop. Yesterday we took a break from our routine and headed to ECP which we haven't been to since quite some time back. Well, well, we had fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gonna go back to school for training later, I think I’ll be sitting down most of the time anyway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have a throat infection. Why am I not surprised?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mom’s out of the country and she had to make life difficult for me. Sigh. Not cool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-4310837011860701369?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4310837011860701369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4310837011860701369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-8283077077073292605</id><published>2010-03-28T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:07:35.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S68AIOyTjfI/AAAAAAAAEFE/whLj71alZsE/s1600-h/270320101685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="27032010168" border="0" alt="27032010168" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S68AImf9qUI/AAAAAAAAEFI/XvfLgh9pk2o/27032010168_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="190" height="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S68AJZs0tVI/AAAAAAAAEFM/ijYTFtxGHU0/s1600-h/270320101597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="27032010159" border="0" alt="27032010159" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S68AKDmeIlI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/mgCN4a1-fZw/27032010159_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="195" height="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S68ALaKkc_I/AAAAAAAAEFU/6lRwlnMF-QM/s1600-h/27032010175%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="27032010175" border="0" alt="27032010175" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S68AMIKeIGI/AAAAAAAAEFY/CznjVIHWV6M/27032010175_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last minute with SPMT kids after our FOC meeting. Headed to Marina Barrage with Macs for lunch and kite flying. Also headed to Nabins for a nice round of shisha before heading for dinner opposite Bugis Junction.&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S68AM0D9-KI/AAAAAAAAEFc/2yCoRJAx5aA/s1600-h/27032010173%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="27032010173" border="0" alt="27032010173" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S68ANRspE5I/AAAAAAAAEFg/zEC2IoCg79M/27032010173_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well well, it was a good day yesterday. Good company and good laughter as well. Right now I’m in my nest resting after a round of housework. Gonna have to finish the rest by today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lunch was at Din Tai Fung due to the mother’s surprisingly good mood.And we did a bit of shopping here and there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wish I could see my boyfriend soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-8283077077073292605?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8283077077073292605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8283077077073292605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-minute-with-spmt-kids-after-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S68AImf9qUI/AAAAAAAAEFI/XvfLgh9pk2o/s72-c/27032010168_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-5858250768345344004</id><published>2010-03-27T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:17:14.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6zeBilLaGI/AAAAAAAAEE4/1R929uA4o-Q/s1600-h/Untitled%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Untitled" border="0" alt="Untitled" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6zeCZ0FcqI/AAAAAAAAEE8/Gc8oh3j5A2Y/Untitled_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="414" height="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everlasting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-5858250768345344004?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5858250768345344004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/5858250768345344004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/03/everlasting.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6zeCZ0FcqI/AAAAAAAAEE8/Gc8oh3j5A2Y/s72-c/Untitled_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-4498149860599203954</id><published>2010-03-23T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:16:22.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at it’s best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6jbQFgnHeI/AAAAAAAAEEs/16o_YUZxZSw/s1600-h/23032010104%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="23032010104" border="0" alt="23032010104" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6jbQ0gv8YI/AAAAAAAAEEw/phV8hKzH6Ds/23032010104_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love how we fall in love with each other again and again, every time we meet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Going to our favourite places and eating awesome food.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love you silly boy. You are my everything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-4498149860599203954?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4498149860599203954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4498149860599203954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-at-its-best.html' title='Love at it’s best.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6jbQ0gv8YI/AAAAAAAAEEw/phV8hKzH6Ds/s72-c/23032010104_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-2747440285207174835</id><published>2010-03-23T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:46:57.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6eewYpdUfI/AAAAAAAAEEI/gH4GKWFRSQQ/s1600-h/27100_421467404504_647239504_4957393_4162319_n%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; 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I told my mom that I’ll get full marks in kindergarten tests, Band 1’s in primary school tests, As in Secondary school tests, and well, As again for Poly. I didn’t achieve them all the time, but I tried.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I knew what I wanted to do. I knew what my ambition was. It changed from the common doctors (plastic surgeon, to think I said that) and lawyers to a much narrowed down thinking of an air stewardess and applied drama practitioner. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How about the rest of my non-academic, non-working life? I think I forgot about that along the way. Sure, friends, lovers, acquaintances. But what really? It took me quite a while. It took me almost a year to decide what I should do.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, I want to get married and have children, that’s for sure. And I would say now, at this point in time, I’d want to get married to the man I am with right now and I want to have his kids even though I know I will go insane. I want to share our house and cars and spend every living moment I have with him, from the time I wake up till the time I sleep, just like how married couples do. Don’t mock me, I’m not being overly ambitious. If there is a will, there is a way right? I’m sure God will help me, he always does, just that it takes sometime for me to realise that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay this post is getting draggy, and it’s starting to be blur to me. I need to get out of the house now. Bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-7514408029917736809?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7514408029917736809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/7514408029917736809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/03/plans.html' title='Plans.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-4517211139743420207</id><published>2010-03-20T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:53:12.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITI</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6TvY5gqIII/AAAAAAAAED8/lNwKdRSSiqk/s1600-h/190320100944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="19032010094" border="0" alt="19032010094" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6TvZ_kbHJI/AAAAAAAAEEA/SGe-FGQokqg/19032010094_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="398" height="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Introduction for Theatre Intervention is finally over. Well at least for classes in school that is. Still have journals to complete by Monday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m feeling damn cold and my throat is like the desert. Sad how I can’t meet my comperes. I hope they have fun at camp.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-4517211139743420207?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4517211139743420207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/4517211139743420207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/03/iti.html' title='ITI'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6TvZ_kbHJI/AAAAAAAAEEA/SGe-FGQokqg/s72-c/19032010094_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-6299903097821109556</id><published>2010-03-18T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:28:21.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Right now, I’m at KKH sitting next to my future-in-law and trying to get some rest and at the same time, complete my write up for tomorrow’s facilitation practice. I am damn nervous.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I am damn worn out every day that when I get home, I struggle to bathe and struggle to stay awake to reply my darling’s messages (only to realise he’s just waiting for me to sleep as well).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By the way, it’s a hospital and the nurses talk so loud. Dumb.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay back to work. I am damn hungry as well but I feel really strange now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-6299903097821109556?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6299903097821109556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/6299903097821109556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/03/right-now-im-at-kkh-sitting-next-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-8211783863446989768</id><published>2010-03-18T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:00:18.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6Hdjnn7kCI/AAAAAAAAEDo/U8AZCdAhyN8/s1600-h/Aaahh014%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Aaahh014" border="0" alt="Aaahh014" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6HdkHJL9TI/AAAAAAAAEDw/olqIWqxY3r4/Aaahh014_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="296" height="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m missing you; I’m falling apart. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Trying to strong; you’re in my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-8211783863446989768?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8211783863446989768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/8211783863446989768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-you.html' title='I love you.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6HdkHJL9TI/AAAAAAAAEDw/olqIWqxY3r4/s72-c/Aaahh014_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35948901.post-743032646630812679</id><published>2010-03-18T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:18:58.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6EA2Ip1Q-I/AAAAAAAAEDU/_5ndCR31bcw/s1600-h/14032010052%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="14032010052" border="0" alt="14032010052" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6EA3Wik6mI/AAAAAAAAEDY/3zr5UbJSJyc/14032010052_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="401" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6EA5KXBRXI/AAAAAAAAEDc/NfKZ4BL5tn4/s1600-h/Hurion%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Hurion" border="0" alt="Hurion" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6EA8a_N4YI/AAAAAAAAEDg/yzPCIka3i6g/Hurion_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" height="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Finally I’m back from Telunas, Batam and I’m already almost done with my ITI workshop in school. I cannot wait, just simply cannot wait for this week to end.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am really tired. Bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35948901-743032646630812679?l=jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/743032646630812679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35948901/posts/default/743032646630812679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpingstickmen.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-im-back-from-telunas-batam-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05629411924865919485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgGPmt6erag/SuHhn2kuemI/AAAAAAAADFU/_oSgDtygc40/S220/snapshot+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_IgGPmt6erag/S6EA3Wik6mI/AAAAAAAAEDY/3zr5UbJSJyc/s72-c/14032010052_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
