<?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-7327454</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:32:05.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavier Than Heaven</title><subtitle type='html'>equanimity\ee-kwuh-NIM-uh-tee; noun:&lt;p&gt;

Evenness of mind; calmness; composure; as, "to bear misfortunes with equanimity."&lt;p&gt;

When one is happy, one can look at both comedy and tragedy with equanimity.&lt;p&gt;

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-109474494051378915</id><published>2004-09-09T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T23:49:00.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam finish!</title><content type='html'>ahhh shiok... I finished my exams.. Finally...&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i didn't really studied til wee hours in the morning for this semester. For the last semester i crash couple of nights. Oh i just watched Singapore Idol. Why did that malay guy get in? sheessshhh i thought the girls were WAYYY better. I like Leanna's voice. I hope she gets to be the ultimate Singapore Idol manz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now waiting for my dinner.. And its like 11:3pm now.. I'm suppose to be on a diet and i didn't eat much for the whole damn day. Guess it didn't really work. hahahah Jane keep sending me email but i didn't get them. I wonder why. Anyhows i got an email from daniel, our MA lecturer. Urggg i felt really bad after reading it.. It kinda made me feel like i've disappointed him and i'm not a good student :-( Its hard to find lecturers these days that are truely concern about their students work. I'm kinda touched.. Hmm that he really tried hard to make us score, and even lowering the test standard.. But we just kinda disappointed him... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh i thought.. if i have the voice.. i would join Singapore Idol manz. hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-109474494051378915?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/109474494051378915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=109474494051378915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109474494051378915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109474494051378915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/09/exam-finish.html' title='Exam finish!'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-109430547556282391</id><published>2004-09-04T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T21:44:35.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upset</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm terribly upset and moody. Things just didn't go the way i want it to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What more can i say. I'm speechless... I wish things didn't have to start this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes i feel like i didn't want to be stuck in this shit anymore. I want to make the decision and follow thru' with it. But yet i can't. I couldn't bare to. Life's been so beautiful around us i wish it would last forever. But i know its hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I learn to appreciate everyday being with him but i wonder... is he with me? Or am i walking alone all this while?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes i think i've lost it. I know there are missing puzzles here and there but i keep on believing it was there. All because &lt;em&gt;i want to believe in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I want to give them the space they needed but yet it was so hard on myself. Sometimes i watch him go, knowing he was meeting her. Yet, i give him to  someone whom i have not seen before. Why should i care how she felt? But i know if i don't, its gonna hurts her as much as it hurts me. Its so hard on myself i wish i have more strength to move on for the next 3 months. Its already been our 5th month together and i've never been happier,more loved and cared for. Its been wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just yesterday, i couldn't sleep... Coz i know i'm losing him. Because i wasn't strong enough and i couldn't fight this alone. I thought i hid my emotions well enough but i guess i couldn't lie to myself afterall. I thought of letting go. I seriously thought thru' it. Ended up, wide awake at 5:30am with tears in my eyes. I didn't even know i could cry so badly for someone i barely know for 5 months. But these are real emotions, unexplainable feelings that you wanted something so bad but you see it slipping through your hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have you loved someone / something so badly that you just couldn't give it up? No matter how much u know its going to hurt you if you don't? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I want to Orion in the peaceful blue sky and pray that it makes me stronger to carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I hope i can sleep tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-109430547556282391?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/109430547556282391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=109430547556282391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109430547556282391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109430547556282391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/09/upset.html' title='upset'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-109358038559018194</id><published>2004-08-27T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T12:19:45.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms World audition</title><content type='html'>Went for the Ms World '04 briefing yesterday. I got into the finals and guess what? When i reach there i saw at least 5 familiar faces from my previous pageants. What shock even more is that i didn't sign the contract. I went there late coz i went to the wrong hotel (duhh) and i thought i stood a higher chance really, coz the contestants in there were pretty normal. Some were even ex contestants. Ms Singapore World gets $2k and the chance to compete in China. Subsidiary awards include Best Model, Ms Globe, Ms Earth etc. About 7 of them, i didn't take notice of all.Ok the thing is, i didn't sign the contract coz i got a shocked when i look at the schedules page. The whole freaking september i will be booked for photoshoots, road shows @ east point shopping mall, charity work (which i really don't mind) AND the worst part is PRESS INTERVIEWS. I just HATE press interviews. It sucks... Though i haven't been through alot of press interviews and i've had lotsa journalists "friends", but i just hate it. No reason.It was amazing how i got into the finals WITHOUT going through the semis and i just think that this contest is another 'kelong' case. Anyways i've had enough of beauty pageants. I need to get a move on with my life.On the contrary, some people i know asks me how its like being in a beauty pageant and stuff. I actually find that its no big deal but to some, they just wants to be famous and well, if one is a fame-sucker then this line is definately suitted for them. But not for me, i didn't know why i joined. Initially it was because i was ignorant of how things worked inside and the prize money. But as i grew up i'm less attention-grabbing and infact, i hate attention on me. I dunno why but sometimes i get pretty pissed off with people who craves for attention. Like beauty pageants and appearing in newspapers IS a great deal. It really isn't.I think Ms International is my last attempt at beauty pageants. No more for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-109358038559018194?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/109358038559018194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=109358038559018194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109358038559018194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109358038559018194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/08/ms-world-audition.html' title='Ms World audition'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-109292972497541576</id><published>2004-08-19T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T23:35:24.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger.</title><content type='html'>I hasn't been posting much lately. Got lotsa projects and stuff to do... Ahh stresses me. I bet i did poorly for the M.A test. It sux... I didn't really studied for it, i probably deserve those grades. I'm currently looking for a place to stay... I can't stay here for long, its not nice coz it isn't my house. I get misunderstood by everyone staying here it sux really.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone now, he's off to some chill out session with his friend. Thats fine. I hardly think about keith these days, it kinda makes me feel happier and .. hmmm i dunno, just pure bliss. But lately Jane hasn't been feeling that good... I understand coz i wouldn't if i were her. Lotsa questions in her decision but i guess its her decision after all. For me, i really couldn't tolerate someone who doesn't gives me the respect i deserve. ESPECIALLY since i am someone he supposedly loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways our relationships been getting better lately, esp after that chalet, it certainly made us closer. Somehow or rather i just begin to love him more each day and i hope it won't stop. I had my heart-shaped box (though it wasn't heart shaped at all, its squarish) but to me, its the dearest to me coz i put in notes almost everyday.. so at the end of this 4 months we could take it out and share together what we've been through. These are incidents that made us stronger and even if the outcome isn't what i expected, at least when he looks at all the notes, he remembers me and i won't be just a passing shadow :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened lately. I love his nephews.. They're cute. But thats coz i love kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if i want to go for Marketing class tomorrow but its interesting to see what ideas people can come out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-109292972497541576?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/109292972497541576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=109292972497541576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109292972497541576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109292972497541576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/08/stronger.html' title='Stronger.'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-109241427294133507</id><published>2004-08-14T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T00:24:32.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess watch</title><content type='html'>Went to do mani + pedi today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a watch for dear. So happy! I like it and most importantly he likes it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project due next friday. Haven't do. ( URG. Forgot i'm responsible for which part..)&lt;br /&gt;MA test on tuesday. Haven't study.&lt;br /&gt;HR presentation. Haven't collate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short. Tomorrow i'm gonna have fun @ the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So........................................&lt;br /&gt;I don't really give a damn! BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-109241427294133507?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/109241427294133507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=109241427294133507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109241427294133507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109241427294133507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/08/guess-watch.html' title='Guess watch'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-109194278074137662</id><published>2004-08-08T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T13:26:20.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasir Gunang</title><content type='html'>Hahahahah now he making my brunch for me.. so shiok.. I hate to cook.. I really can't cook. I don't mind experimenting but i think nobody wants to try it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah yesterday went to pasir gudang to watch the 'race'.. Damn funny to me how guys can get hung up abt this kinda race. I mean the circuit is so short, i beginning to wonder if i run with the cars, who will reach there faster. But i saw lotsa nice cars though.. Abit beng-ish but overall its nice to see them in a place that LOOKS like racing tracks. Though i can't imagine how i would react if i saw those cars in singapore roads *jaw dropping*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got so tired after awhile and left... Day was short, came home around 3+ and slept at 4am. Freaking tired after the whole thing. Although i didn't do anything other sitting beside him and being the passenger the whole night. I would like to try it if i have a driving license. But i want to race in a much bigger and longer circuit. I mean.. man.. whats the point of racing when its just such a short distance?! Anyways, it was an experience as its my first time seeing this kinda race. I didn't think about keith much these days... But yesterday kinda reminded me abit coz i was thinking why hasn't i seen races before.. Oh thats coz ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-109194278074137662?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/109194278074137662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=109194278074137662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109194278074137662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109194278074137662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/08/pasir-gunang.html' title='Pasir Gunang'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-109188760367709679</id><published>2004-08-07T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T22:06:43.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentation</title><content type='html'>Arg.. i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to have my HR presentation today, as if being the last group wasn't bad enough, my lecturer just had to end the presentation before we got the chance to present! Geezzz the groups before mine took too long to presend and my group had to present on next saturday :( Arg, if i knew thats going to happen i wouldn't even bother going to class today :P&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with ny cousin today and it was great, though i was late for like 30 mins trying to figure out how to get to Parkway... We only shopped for 4 hours but i bought a dress that i like from GG5.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways heard from her that my aunt's been pretty pissed lately. She had an eye operation last week and due to that, she couldn't take care of rachel (her grandchild for those we didn't know - check out the pics)... And from what i see, she missed her terribly but refused to admit that fact. My cousin being laid back as always didn't bring rachel to visit her much.. Which makes her even more frustrated. Not to mention that she couldn't cook, couldn't go out and socialise. All she do at home is sit sleep, and watch tv... All her 30 years of life she's use to being a housewife and now.. she can't do anything much other then pace around the house... Anyways back to the story, so she gets pretty pissed not seeing her grand-daughter and to add to it, her own daughter didn't even want to spend some time (even though it was her day off) visiting her... She thinks nobody cared for her, not even her own flesh and blood. So there she goes.. grumbling every now and then..&lt;br /&gt;Its scary... I wonder if that would happen to me when i'm old... Kicking a big fuss out of small things and nagging the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;But it plagues me, why didn't my cousin want to visit her more often? Is working life so tiring to the point that she didn't have time to even call or show a lil concern?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-109188760367709679?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/109188760367709679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=109188760367709679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109188760367709679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109188760367709679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/08/presentation.html' title='Presentation'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-109171911417453858</id><published>2004-08-05T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T23:39:19.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furniture</title><content type='html'>Ahhh Love send me some photos i took at yujie's birthday. They are reallyyyy wacky. Though everyone wasn't that pretty but just looking at them pics reminds me of how funny the whole thing is... Will post 'em up when i have the time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quite have fun today. Hmmm I dunno... Suppose to shop for furniture but guess non of us were that interested. I didn't think it was that urgent so we went shopping at Bugis. Got a cute top at 10 bucks!!!! hehehehe cheap ehhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got pretty pissed with one of the guys in my class (that stewpig sexist) who keeps commenting about the size of my boobs. Hey!!! that is so disrespectful. But i'm cool, didn't give a shit about him anyways. Isn't worth my time. I just like to piss him off by saying how some other guys are better then him, physically (understatement) and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to him on msn just makes my blood boil. Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hi chio bu&lt;br /&gt;jOjObAbY says:&lt;br /&gt;Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey dun pump so much air lah hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*after scolding some vulgarities*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;u not a lady leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;jOjObAbY says:&lt;br /&gt;Eh stop it hor.. i take offence to that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;--- w.r.t the size of my boobies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jOjObAbY says:&lt;br /&gt;i will not be a lady to people who don't deserves me being one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i wanted u to do smthg but cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;actually wanted u to help in my mktg project but cannot leh cos later u will know wat we r doing liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later u will know wat my grp is doing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;--- like i'm interested *duh* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe u will b interested in our mktg project when u know wat product we r doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;jOjObAbY says:&lt;br /&gt;watches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tune &lt;strong&gt;&lt;--- Can't wait... *eyes rolling* can't wait to see how bad you screw it up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hey y u say XXX got lots of ideas? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;--- name censored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jOjObAbY says:&lt;br /&gt;he's very versatile... hmmm&lt;br /&gt;jOjObAbY says:&lt;br /&gt;hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wow thaz the surprise of the century &lt;strong&gt;&lt;-- looks how he under-estimates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i got no time for things that i dun think that is impt&lt;br /&gt;jOjObAbY says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah things that you often overlooked are the ones that you should pay more attention to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;not for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer market is NOW open.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i haf always know wat is impt n wats no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~PEACE OUT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-109171911417453858?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/109171911417453858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=109171911417453858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109171911417453858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109171911417453858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/08/furniture.html' title='Furniture'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-109159745935709492</id><published>2004-08-04T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T13:30:59.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggin' fanatics</title><content type='html'>Cool! Jane has a blogsite. Check it out peeps :-) She's my good girlfriend... But how come she write so much about her daily life huh... Is that what bloggin' is about? For me i only mention special events, my thoughts and stuff... Hmm maybe i should start writting like jane eh.. (no pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun at night, woke up and go to school.. Ehhh alamak, i have a boring life manz, compared to jane, went east coast, eat shepard pie, stroll around... :P *teasing* He only bring me go eat, then go home rest... Wah sian, no activity one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, i don't have much of a life, i laze at home, do nothing, watch tv, do facials.. Reply emails... All that sux big time. But i learn alot everyday, especially today i was listening to our marketing lecturer and it really burns alot of my brain cells. Ahhh then after school we had project discussion... everything seems good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea yesterday i bought a zara skirt that burned a hole in my pocket. And i bought a bra too! hahahahaha thought of asking jane to go 'bra-shopping' with me... One day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, peeps you guys should check out clie's webby. Absolutely Entertaining. It feels like i'm growing up with her. Very much like growing up myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-109159745935709492?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/109159745935709492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=109159745935709492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109159745935709492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109159745935709492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/08/bloggin-fanatics.html' title='Bloggin&apos; fanatics'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-109150822858210573</id><published>2004-08-03T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T12:43:48.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moblog</title><content type='html'>Hmmm been awhile i update this blog. Ok reason coz i've had a week's school break and i didn't get to use the computer in school... Plus i've got loads of "fan mail" to reply to.. THEN, i was signed up again by that bloggin' thing from singtel. Now i had to do MOBLOG. Hmmm i didn't login coz i dunno whats my hp number from the sponsered sim card. Ahh anyways, school's been pretty busy. I rushed for my project last week and seems like this saturday i had to present. Its not that bad, except that one of my group member said that she's got a sore throat and i had to help her present. Well i hope at least that her sore throat would recover on saturday. I mean how bad can her sore throat be to last for a week?!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we screwed up the project though one of my group member had a friend in HR but we didn't get to interviewed him at all.. All the stuff are like we made it up. I'm worried that this saturday Mr Png would ask questions about the project. Ahhhh I've seen that he ask some groups... Anyway whatever that comes i'm just gonna deal with it. To me, ever since we screwed up last sem's project work, i never much have had any hope in getting even a passing grade. Nonetheless i did my best for the finals and guess i manage to pass it. As what venni said, most importantly is how you do in the finals. Now then i understand how he could've passed for every sem even though he seldom come for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people gloat over how well they do for their project (one particular guy in class who is such an aSS), to me, project work doesn't show how smart you are, coz its all group effort. To him, its another whole thing all together. He just wouldn't stop saying how smart he is in ECONS and it pisses me off. He likes to trash girls in our class and that really PISS  ME BAD. I mean, it had shown that there are more women entrepreneurs then men in the society. He must've had some really bad encounters with women, if any at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow and i saw priscilla today in school, she always look so fresh :-) Asked about the agency and why i wasn't modelling that frequently anymore.. :( how could i? I told her.. my skin's getting pretty bad and irritated ever since i came back from Korea. I have pretty sensitive skin, so the big weather difference caught onto me. Anyways i'm using medication now so i hope it gets better. And geez she was about to introduce some of her guy friends to me (-_-) They all look like pre-pube boys. Giggling and teasing and stuff... I like a mature guy, not some guys that elbow each other when they saw a girl walks pass them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i'm 'paid' to update that moblog website, so ahhhh gotta go check out whats my new singtel no. they gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKSSSSSS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-109150822858210573?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/109150822858210573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=109150822858210573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109150822858210573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/109150822858210573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/08/moblog.html' title='Moblog'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-108908871982290104</id><published>2004-07-06T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T12:38:39.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>I am SO totally clueless about whats going on in our managerial accounting class today. Mainly due to the fact that i forgot to bring my glasses. Left them on the couch before i went out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh i had to do some revision and consult keith. He should know M.A more then i do. But thats of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes your vision is blurry and it makes you want to fall asleep? Yea i've been drifting in and out of class. This is sooo bad. I hate that feeling when i can't concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-108908871982290104?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/108908871982290104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=108908871982290104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108908871982290104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108908871982290104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/07/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-108900170103605742</id><published>2004-07-05T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T12:28:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The spirit of Magi</title><content type='html'>O. Henry wrote the Gift of Magi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Lovers sacrifice for each other their greatest treasures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cut her long hair to buy her lover a watch chain. He sold his watch to buy her combs for her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In acts that might seems foolish, these 2 people found the spirit of the Magi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-108900170103605742?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/108900170103605742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=108900170103605742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108900170103605742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108900170103605742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/07/spirit-of-magi.html' title='The spirit of Magi'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-108787267557519367</id><published>2004-06-22T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T10:51:15.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>Sianz... later have dance rehearsals at SWA. How boring is that. I wonder WHYYY do they have to make it such a big event. Or even look like it is. I mean its just a pageant, I joined thinking it was low profile. Duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cooked myself eggs with bread. Been awhile since i have breakfast, not to mention home-made breakfast by MASELF! I did manicure yesterday and bought my choker :-) AND stockings. At least now i think i should be more ready for the finals night. 'xcept that i hasn't read through the questions yet. Hmmm WHAT IF... I am one of the top 5 finalists... Geezzz i'll be faced with Q&amp;A. Isn't it stewpig that they even have Q&amp;A?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah anyways it was fun yesterday... been awhile since i went shopping. Miss that. Heard that zara had new stocks!!! I gotta check it out after the finals :) if i have the time. I'm gonna go sentosa on the 29th! Hope it'll be fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looking forward to the finals night and AFTER...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-108787267557519367?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/108787267557519367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=108787267557519367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108787267557519367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108787267557519367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/06/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-108775066323749142</id><published>2004-06-21T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T00:57:43.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/1142/640/Semifinals.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/1142/320/Semifinals.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my semi finals for Ms Singapore International&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-108775066323749142?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/108775066323749142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=108775066323749142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108775066323749142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108775066323749142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-semi-finals-for-ms-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-108761895330573190</id><published>2004-06-19T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T12:22:33.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinablack</title><content type='html'>Ahh i went partying yesterday, as usual. Its been awhile since i partied with jane. It was fun, nonetheless, like every of our party session is. Dunno what possessed us to try out their platform and geeezzz IT WAS CRAZY! We're perspiring like hell and all the disgusting ah peks and ah bengs tried to get fresh with us on the platform. But after awhile i guess due to our cold response, they gave up hhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while we were sitting outside the toilet, this weirddddd guy who keep eyeing us came and sat with us. He stretched out his palm and introduce himself as Eric. But no harm so i shook his hand and EWWWWWWWWWWWWW his palms are SOOO SWEATY! eeekkk its sticky and disgusting. I regretted giving him my number. Coz guess what, 5 mins ago he called me AND i picked it up coz its a private number. GEEEZZZZZZZ this is really bad. I  just never thought he would unlist his number. He talks funny really... Some words he can't pronounce.. reminds me abit of yonghui, except that yonghui is much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea and i bought a new phone yesterday! I'm so happy coz i traaded in my N7650 for this N7200 and its got lotsa functions to boot! and not thick either! JUST FOR $380! I guess its my birthday treat for myself heheheheh.. AND AND ! I bought a singlet and pants from ESPRIT!!! IT WAS CHEAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, my mom booked a table for the MSI charity dinner... ah we calculated about 7 of my family members is going. Hates it when my mom gives last minute confirmation. Coz i was scared that they didn't have anymore tables but turn out they still do. I guess its for the sake of the money. But anyways my mom's intention was that she wanted to take a picture with me. DUHHH .. my sister's intention was that she wanted to dress nice and be the photographer for me that night.. *DOUBLE DUHHHH*.. Ahh i'm too paiseh to ask any of my friends to go for the last 3 seats. Coz its like $80 per seat... Wonder who i'm gonna sell it too manzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overeall today turns out to be a happy day for me *kinda*~~~~~~~ i hope i don't lost my phone... I seldom though. the first phone i use i used it for 3 years i think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to watch INUYASHA.. wonders when my PMS gonna set in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-108761895330573190?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/108761895330573190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=108761895330573190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108761895330573190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108761895330573190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/06/chinablack.html' title='chinablack'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-108765146424347589</id><published>2004-06-19T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T21:25:51.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSI photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/1142/640/MSI2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/1142/320/MSI2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe our trainer in the middle wearing pink. Doesn't she look good for her age?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-108765146424347589?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/108765146424347589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=108765146424347589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108765146424347589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108765146424347589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/06/msi-photos.html' title='MSI photos'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-108746660730022303</id><published>2004-06-17T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T12:23:38.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fittings</title><content type='html'>Phew its freakin' hot outside. I just came back from my fittings at Yvoone Creative. Tanjong Pagar Rd is a real mess. You know its funny how their shops don't go down in running numbers. I alight at shop no.70 and i thought if i walk abit down/up it would be no.75 guess what? the next shop happens to be no.76. URG.. WHY DA HELL IS NO.75 MISSING?! I search high and low and at one point, i just stood in the midst of the street. DAMN! I'M OFFICIALLY LOST AND CLUELESS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, realise its at the end of the street. Weird eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had to wait til yvoone comes coz i think the assistant didn't know what to do. And after she came i was given a blue dress to try it on. Amazingly it fits me. Depressing coz i've been to couple of bridal shows and they ALWAYS alter the waist for me, coz their dresses usually comes in a size larger. AND it makes me wonder if i've gained weight or what coz this blue evening gown fits me perfectly. Abit loose at the waist but i guess thats ok, coz i don't want it to BREAK! when i sit down. bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would take a picture of my dress *AND ONLY MY DRESS* on the finals and post it up here. Okay, its blue and bustier style, coz i have a preference for bustier (more cleavage too :P).. it just makes me look nicer and shows my shoulders :). the first look i didn't really like it, coz of the colour. I've worn blue gown only once, at the Wedding Marriage show i remember. And hmm though they say the colour look good on me, i still didn't really like it. So naturally when she showed me what i'm gonna wear for the finals, i didn't want to be rude, but i really didn't like the colour. Shitz, they gonna put black make up for me. I'M SURE! geez. Anyways then later i guess seeing the displease on my face, the lady who helped me with the dress switched on the spotlight and VIOLA! IT LOOKS AMAZING! the beads at the side of my dress sparkles and there's just a glow to it. So yea... I'm gonna stick to it, coz whatever how the dress is, its the wearer thats gonna make it fabulous. :) A little too comforting eh?.... nevermind... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATZ TO JANE! who got called up by the Yomeishu advert she auditioned 6 mths back! :) Happy for her, coz i think with abit of polishing, she would look great on tv. Just need to be confident eh... Hope she gets in this time... Though i should think competition is tough considering its an advert on tv? But since she got called up, i think the person should've seen the raw diamonds inside her eh? Kanbatte ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting her for party tomorrow! Hope its gonna be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-108746660730022303?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/108746660730022303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=108746660730022303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108746660730022303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108746660730022303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/06/fittings.html' title='Fittings'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-108746517196331413</id><published>2004-06-17T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T17:39:31.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/1142/640/RachelCamera.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/1142/320/RachelCamera.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her 3rd birthday :-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-108746517196331413?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/108746517196331413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=108746517196331413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108746517196331413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108746517196331413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/06/on-her-3rd-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-108744075730655521</id><published>2004-06-17T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T13:09:27.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumpling Thief</title><content type='html'>I've decided that my room at kallang is going to be a zen one. I guess i don't need bed stands, just bed and OMG, the other day i saw a low table suppose to be for kids at PARAGON - THE LIFE STOREY. Its sooooo nice! I'm gonna get that one, though i think its abit pricey despite that its a sale item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez... My birthday is coming. After the age of 18, i really dreaded birthdays. Coz it makes me feel like i'm gettin' old. And I need to pile up on wrinkle creams first. I have to admit that the scariest part of aging (for women esp) is how everything is going to sagged. It scares the shit outta me and i don't want that!!!! But i'm optimistic, so i'll take each day as it comes, coz as i get older, i get wiser and i love every moment that i live. Every good and bad, at the end of the day, it still makes me a better person. I use to think of suicide and stuff when i was younger... But now, i really enjoy each breath of air i breathe in. ITS AWESOME TO BE ALIVE! Though i always look like i'm slaggin', but i learn something new everyday, and i want to bring about positive changes to people's life each day, if i could. I guess thats how one grows.. isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK time to check on my ba zhang.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-108744075730655521?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/108744075730655521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=108744075730655521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108744075730655521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108744075730655521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/06/dumpling-thief.html' title='Dumpling Thief'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-108739758363643883</id><published>2004-06-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T22:53:03.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/1142/640/YujieMe1.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/1142/320/YujieMe1.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Yujie at momma shop :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-108739758363643883?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/108739758363643883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=108739758363643883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108739758363643883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108739758363643883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/06/me.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-108739666016783773</id><published>2004-06-16T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T22:37:40.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/1142/640/ted1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/1142/320/ted1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of Bundy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-108739666016783773?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/108739666016783773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=108739666016783773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108739666016783773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108739666016783773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/06/other-side-of-bundy_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-108739650899246159</id><published>2004-06-16T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T22:35:08.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training.</title><content type='html'>Ahhh just came back from my training at shaw centre. I'm happy. Coz this is our last training before the finals!!! (YEAH!) Everything's good. I see alot of potential winner for the title BUTTTTT i'll try my best anyways. Maybe they also think i'm potential winner! hahahhaah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa photo taking, this time for the spa. The boss and managers came out to take with us, together with Christine. Just today we were talking about how voluptous she is. And i have to admit. She look DAMN SEXY in corset top. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later some italian restaurant owner came in and said that he'll give us a treat. Just for all the finalist. Ahhh the pleasure of being a finalist. Lotsa perks like free facial... free shoes from Charles &amp; Keith, being treated like a princess, most importantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know i'm beginning to hate taking photos. More so now. I hate the flashlights and they just have to make me take them. And why izzit that everytime we have trainings/rehearsals, the girls ALWAYS have nice hairdo? It seems like they went to a salon to do it before coming for class. Geez, i look like the only one with bad hair day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to go home ALONE after class. But feeling all happy that i don't have to attend it again. Not that she's not good, but i'm more use to the catwalk style of walking that i can't really do the 'pageant' style. You know, all demure and feminine and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to it, i miss the fittings today coz i mixed  up the dates. I hope i get nice gown tomorrow. Seems like everyone is happy with their gown, makes me wonder if there are any nice ones left for me. ARGGGGG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My INUYASHA episode 50 crashed. :( I can't watch anime at the moment. This is depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-108739650899246159?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/108739650899246159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=108739650899246159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108739650899246159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108739650899246159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/06/training.html' title='Training.'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-108744377395730770</id><published>2004-06-16T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T11:42:53.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organised Confusion</title><content type='html'>Organised Confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of what makes up a human is their psychological and physiological makeup. Society determines normality on how the individual interacts within certain moral and social norms. When one steps out of those boundaries, into one's own world, one is deemed a monster (or "INSANE"). However, the person that steps out of those boundaries is just like you and I. That individual functions physiologically the same as anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster is just one of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-108744377395730770?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/108744377395730770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=108744377395730770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108744377395730770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108744377395730770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/06/organised-confusion.html' title='Organised Confusion'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327454.post-108736663958137643</id><published>2004-06-16T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T11:54:37.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin entry.</title><content type='html'>I wonder what bloggin' is really all about. Clearly, this is my very first attempt. (though i have joined a bloggin' contest - MY DREAM DATE. DUH) I happen to chance upon my cousin weiling's blogspot site and it amazes me, to a certain extend how you can see someone's world through a "blogsite". Of course, i wanted to try it, but have no intention or whatsoever of letting people see my 'world'. Isn't that scary? at times where you are so predictable because people is so close to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a pretty good way to keep your thoughts collected at one place. This is pretty interesting. The wonders of technology. I hope i'll be able to load up some pics as well... That be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327454-108736663958137643?l=my_equanimity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/feeds/108736663958137643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327454&amp;postID=108736663958137643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108736663958137643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327454/posts/default/108736663958137643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_equanimity.blogspot.com/2004/06/virgin-entry.html' title='Virgin entry.'/><author><name>Heavier than Heaven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786063533671486831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-6/751769/muaks1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
