<?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-9142855</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:00:07.159+10:00</updated><title type='text'>mY sO-caLLeD LiFe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-114438289234097831</id><published>2006-04-07T13:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:08:12.363+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts, on a thoughtful day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i sometimes find it so hard to accept the fact that time is passing by so rapidly...things and people are changing in a blink of an eye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;felicia just got married, she announced her pregnancy a week after her dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm gonna be her baby's godmother! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;another girl friend just told me that she's pregnant as well...this gal, my age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on one hand, i'm sincerely happy for my friends! its the beginning of another milestone of their lives, one that involves alot of committment, love, and patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on the other, i feel somewhat sad. reminiscing back on the days when we were all younger and more naive, the silly girly stuff we did together, exploring and embracing the wonders of growing up and reaching adulthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it frightens me to think of how our lives will be 10 years from now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and to be honest, as much in denial as i am, i'm hesitant in taking the step forward and going on the journey that'll lead me to the next milestone of my life. simply putting it, i'm just weary of what lies ahead, the unexpected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-114438289234097831?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-113795447349017823</id><published>2006-01-23T05:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T05:30:02.150+11:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;why can't beautiful things last forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my life during the past month has been nothing short of a rollercoaster ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e good times, e bad times, all e ups n downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e past month had felt like a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;in a very sulky mood rite now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;just came across something that is dampening my spirits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i can't stop others from thinking in a particular way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;that's e problem: you can never trust the facade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-113795447349017823?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113795447349017823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=113795447349017823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/113795447349017823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/113795447349017823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-112720442566698543</id><published>2005-09-20T18:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:32:45.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'>fantasy vs reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4481/653/1600/mars_wp123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4481/653/320/mars_wp123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ok. i've never been a fan of taiwanese shows, esp those featuring only good-lookers and zero acting skills. or storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this particular one got me addicted to it for the past 2 days! finished 21hrs worth of the show in 2 nights. i couldn't believe myself either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u guys have to catch it...its called "Mars". e thing that differentiates it from all the other rubbish taiwanese programs is the "catch" in its storyline; heterosexual romance aside, this story actually talks about the value n meaning of Life, as well as dealing with the kinda feelings that all of us experience, but are not aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...i just realised how thin the line between fantasy n reality is. till now, i'm still living in their world of fantasy, unable to will myself out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a rather cynical person, i would never have imagined myself to fall into this situation. hmm...how lovely it'll be if my life could be like my fantasy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4481/653/1600/mars_wp07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4481/653/320/mars_wp07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-112720442566698543?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112720442566698543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>woman's dignity</title><content type='html'>ok, this is probably gonna seem slightly offensive to men out there, but i'm in a pro-feministic mood today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually growing to enjoy The Simple Life! not that i'm a big fan of paris or nicole, but bimbotic-ness aside, i think they're doing a great job in portraying the kinda power 21st century women have over men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's episode had them interning with this psychic lady at her store, where they were taught things like tarot readings, palmistry...etc...(not that they were of any help to the poor psychic!)&lt;br /&gt;so, guys were flocking to the store jus to catch a glimspe of the heiress &amp; her sidekick, and also to have their "fortune" read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e girls made them do silly things, such as striping down to their boxers &amp;amp; to positioned themselves like a dog, mimicking everything she commands them to do! e whole affair was a major demystification to men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love men, seriously i do. but i'm also rooting for movements like equal power n rights for women, especially after reading this article on "women circumcision" in parts of e world! this girl, who survived the terrible ordeal during her childhood, talked about how her clitoris got sliced off with a razor blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this what we deserve, after enduring the pangs of childbirth and violence from straying husbands?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-112473094246813412?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112473094246813412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=112473094246813412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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pro-feministic mood today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually growing to enjoy The Simple Life! not that i'm a big fan or paris or nicole, but bimbotic-ness aside, i think they're doing a great job in portraying the kinda power 21st century women have over men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's episode had them interning with this psychic lady at her store, where they were taught things like tarot readings, palmistry...etc...(not that they were of any help to the poor psychic!)&lt;br /&gt;so, guys were flocking into the store jus to catch a glimspe of the heiress &amp; her sidekick, and also to have their "fortune" read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e girls made them do silly things, such as striping down to their boxers &amp;amp; to positioned themselves like a dog, mimicking everything she commands them to do! e whole affair was a major demystification to men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love men, seriously i do. but i'm also rooting for movements like equal power n rights for women, especially after reading this article on "women circumcision" in parts of e world! this girl, who survived the terrible ordeal during her childhood, talked about how her clitoris got literally sliced off with a razor blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this what we deserve, after enduring the pangs of childbirth and violence from straying husbands?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-112473085513305673?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112473085513305673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=112473085513305673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/112473085513305673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/112473085513305673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/womans-dignity.html' title='woman&apos;s dignity'/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-112421377567244844</id><published>2005-08-17T03:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T03:36:15.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sad fact.</title><content type='html'>how many of us have friends whom we can truly label as "childhood friends"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very few, or even none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized one harsh fact: people walk in and out of your life, since the days of childhood, to adolescence, pre-adulthood, adulthood...so on and so forth. there're e type of friends who will stay in your life for a certain period of time, usually those whom you've become acquainted with during your teenage years. then there're those who pretentiously claims that they "miss" you and wants to catch up, when in actual fact, they can't even b bothered to fork out time to call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, there're those whom u vividly remember your childhood days with, e few who never got e chance to attend your 21st birthday, never heard from you since u left sch and don't even have your current contact number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reminiscing my childhood days, trying to recall every single friend i used to have in school and re-creating a visual memory of the various corners of school where we used to play in. it saddens me to know that i hardly keep in touch with any of them, anymore. just little "HI's" and "BYE's" on msn, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of those whom i've held close to my heart are merely just contacts on my friendster list now. we're all in different parts of the world; 1 has gone back to hongkong and the other currently studyin in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;factual, but sad. i've also realised that the pure, innocent and sincere "befriending" is being replaced by a masked process that is "necessary" for survival and companionship, someone to 'party' with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-112421377567244844?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112421377567244844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=112421377567244844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/112421377567244844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/112421377567244844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/sad-fact.html' title='sad fact.'/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-112359661340121147</id><published>2005-08-10T00:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:10:13.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mood's been down since yesterday. don't really wanna talk about it, but i reckon its time to go into hibernation for a few days till my spirits are lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, e weather's been shitty e past few days. too cold, and depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-112359661340121147?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112359661340121147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=112359661340121147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/112359661340121147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/112359661340121147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-moods-been-down-since-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-112214980473353180</id><published>2005-07-24T06:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T06:16:44.743+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a girl's life</title><content type='html'>some girls just have it all. the whole package; brains, brawns, money, e perfect family...basically, e life which every girl dreams to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i happened to chance upon this girl's blog, and boy do i wish i was leading e life of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at e end of e day, i got thinking my own life. i realised that most ppl r usually unsatisfied with their own lives, and what they have. u just want more out of everything...u wanna have e perfect locks, e perfect skin, body, e perfect boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it all boils down to self-confidence &amp;amp; self-esteem. if u pamper urself right, groom urself n speak with confidence, ppl are gonna admire u for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every girl has her own set of unique quality, her style. so i reckon as long as u stop comparing yourself with other ppl and work on developing your own style, chances r ppl will look at u and say "wow, tis girl sure knows how to enjoy herself and have fun!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-112214980473353180?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112214980473353180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=112214980473353180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/112214980473353180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/112214980473353180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/2005/07/girls-life.html' title='a girl&apos;s life'/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-111946519367953752</id><published>2005-06-23T04:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T04:35:44.166+10:00</updated><title type='text'>e transformation from a catepillar to a butterfly...</title><content type='html'>i had the most amazing 21st birthday celebration, and my heartfelt gratitude goes out to all who were present...i really appreciate the presence of every single one there that night, and you've all made the 19th of June 2005 the best day of my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mom n Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i am who i am today because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i have not lacked material comfort&lt;br /&gt;i have never starved any single day of my life&lt;br /&gt;both of you are always there for me, regardless of how much i sometimes take u for granted&lt;br /&gt;u kept me sheltered from e big, bad world out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my heart was broken, oh too many times&lt;br /&gt;u guys listened as i poured out my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;dried my tears, and tucked me into bed&lt;br /&gt;then wept silently because your baby girl's been hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the age of 21, you know that its time to release those clutches&lt;br /&gt;just like e little catepillar, transformed into a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what e future holds for me, or what lies ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i know deep inside&lt;br /&gt;that in your eyes, Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be that little baby girl you gazed upon&lt;br /&gt;21 years ago, on the 19th of Jun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-111946519367953752?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111946519367953752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=111946519367953752' title='0 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/&gt;Brother Choo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img height="171" width="228" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/stefaholic/IMG_0504.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out his ass!! some security guard at the australian open..hahaha...awesome!&lt;br&gt;&lt;img height="335" width="251" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/stefaholic/IMG_0115.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little peck from e birthday boy ain't gonna do much harm, rite? :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;img height="355" width="267" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/stefaholic/IMG_0082.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gav trying to act jappy&lt;br&gt;&lt;img height="286" width="214" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/stefaholic/IMG_0075.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope sir alex fergurson sees this! hardcore man-u fan&lt;br&gt;&lt;img height="279" width="209" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/stefaholic/IMG_0050.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not trying to be a grumpy bimbo here, but i hate e chubbs on my cheeks :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;img height="170" width="227" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/stefaholic/IMG_0055.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-111721764019307136?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111721764019307136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=111721764019307136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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height="254" width="340" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/stefaholic/IMG_0877.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="207" width="276" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/stefaholic/IMG_0866.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe e semester flew past jus lk that! can't wait to go back in June for e great spore sale ! i read in an article that if u form a collage of e happy moments in your life, it somehow works as an antidote in stress-relieve as well as a confidence booster...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-111715092295359546?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111715092295359546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>frederik ljungberg's taken e no.1 spot on my favourite men list! those deep blue eyes burning with intensity...e chiselled features ...i love e tattoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/stefaholic/fred01.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-111715004425161410?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111715004425161410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=111715004425161410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/111715004425161410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/111715004425161410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/frederik-ljungbergs-taken-e-no.html' title=''/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-111661495631056262</id><published>2005-05-21T04:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T04:49:16.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>check out tis new google search program for students called scholar-google! i've attached it to my blog, scroll down on ur extreme right...its reali cool! contains all e research materials u'll ever need!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-111642424155253831</id><published>2005-05-18T23:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T23:50:41.556+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a problem with regularity. never seem to update my blog frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much work to do lately, so little time. i can feel e stress setting in. its always this case, u get a new piece of assignment, tell urself tat u're not gonna leave it till e last min to do, put it at e back of ur mind only to retrieve it again 1 week before e due date and realize time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning 21 soon, in exactly a month's time. like so many of my friends my age, i believe this is THE turning point in our lives, a time whereby we question our future, something which holds dense ambiguity. sorta like, a pre mid-life crisis, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been living to please, and that's something to worth pondering about. there're an extent to how much u can please, until it starts to take a toll on urself. i often ask myself: what do i really wanna achieve out of my life? everything boils down to appreciating e simple things in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-111642424155253831?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111642424155253831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=111642424155253831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/111642424155253831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/111642424155253831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-problem-with-regularity.html' title=''/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110909889733157883</id><published>2005-02-23T05:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T06:01:37.333+11:00</updated><title type='text'>floating thoughts</title><content type='html'>so many happenings took place today, so many thoughts floating in my mind rite now...once again, i've to learn to prioritize them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still struggling, trying to be nonchalant about other's mindset towards me. somehow, i haven't mastered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there a limit to maturity? how mature muz we be, in order to be labelled 'matured'? i believe, even a 80yrs old man can be rash at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-110909889733157883?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110909889733157883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=110909889733157883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110909889733157883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110909889733157883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/floating-thoughts.html' title='floating thoughts'/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110900903060398565</id><published>2005-02-22T04:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T05:03:50.606+11:00</updated><title type='text'>sad to leave</title><content type='html'>i reali wish e holidays cld have been longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will b goin back to melbourne in a wk's time, v reluctant to leave...e past few wks had been so fulfilling, and the thought of having to go back and study reali dampens ur mood sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in some ways, i've much admiration for those who treats farewell and parting lightly, cos it ain't easy fer me. before coming back, i told myself that i shld not get too comfy when i'm back in spore, cos ultimately, melb is my Home, for now at least. nonetheless, being surrounded by family n loved ones once again makes u feel at Home, and now tat i know i'm goin back to melb, i've to try very hard to adjust tat mindset again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, if so many students haf done it, why can't i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-110900903060398565?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110900903060398565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=110900903060398565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110900903060398565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110900903060398565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/sad-to-leave.html' title='sad to leave'/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110869510069774632</id><published>2005-02-18T13:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T13:51:40.700+11:00</updated><title type='text'>hot hot hot!!</title><content type='html'>its been a long time since i blogged!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a nutshell, i'm back in spore for the 2nd week and things' have been lookin good so far! cny was good, collected quite a no. of red pkts and got to catch up with some old frens...we sold roses at fisherman's village on vday, tiring but fulfilling :) planning to do some shopping in JB this sat, as well as hitting e beach for a tan!! weather e past few days haf been terribly hot, and i mean scorching hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...i shld get a new pair of sunnies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-110869510069774632?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110869510069774632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=110869510069774632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110869510069774632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110869510069774632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/hot-hot-hot.html' title='hot hot hot!!'/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110777282164690633</id><published>2005-02-07T21:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:40:21.646+11:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>singapore, here i come!!! gotta pack my luggage now...see u guys in awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-110777282164690633?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110777282164690633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=110777282164690633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110777282164690633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110777282164690633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110726193680083158</id><published>2005-02-01T23:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:45:36.800+11:00</updated><title type='text'>so many thoughts</title><content type='html'>i was walking home from school yesterday, n suddenly felt very strangled by thoughts...they seem to be all over my mind, all scattered and confused. i tried sorting them out one by one, prioritizing them, but e more i do that, e more scattered they become. have u guys ever felt tis way b4, and u suddenly become overly sensitive n emotional? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally cleared my html website project!! phew...what a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to love the aussie's way of life...having coffee and ice cream at e beach on a hot summer's day, spending time lazying in e sun on wkends and basically chilling out...u get e metropolitan side of melbourne, and also the laid back side of this city :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're plannin to go to new zealand during e easter break! lookin forward to skydiving, bungee jumping and white water rafting!!!&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/9142855-110726193680083158?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110726193680083158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=110726193680083158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, seem like lotsa drama is happening tonite...heard a loud bang whilst watchin tennis, and apparently an accident jus took place n it looks reali serious. a couple of junkies ran outta the car n disposed a what seemed like a bag full of drugs into a nearby garbage bin. saw the police retrieving it, but those junkies were gone by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting pretty occupied with school work too...tv and radio projects, plus all e interviews which we haf to do...i never knew filming a 15min documentary can be so hard! anyways, along with the package of hard work comes fun too...:D&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/9142855-110683740211952914?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110581027056219551</id><published>2005-01-16T04:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T04:31:10.563+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 kooyong classics</title><content type='html'>today was one of the busiest days of my life, but also 1 of the interesting ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the 2005 kooyong tennis classics n managed to grasp an eyeful of top tennis players...roger federer was superb!! i've a new found love for tennis, and someday, i'm gonna b swinging my racket wif the Williams sisters in some Wimbledon match (..stop dreaming, steff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to catch the Man U vs Liverpool match wif a buncha frens thereafter, and i can finally understand why soccer plays an integral part in many mens' lives! it brings out one's alter ego, and in the case of our dear fren, it was funny!! great game though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a galfren of mine, "L" (i hope u're reading this), who's currently facing some problems in her relationship, i hope this piece of advice helps: i guess no one is perfect, not even our boyfriends...many at times, they may not know how to care for u in the right way, but wat's more impt is how he feels for u deep inside...beauty lies deep within, so does love and care. i reali do hope things work out well for u guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, here's a survey which i hope u guys wld participate n response to cos i need it for project! hehe...question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for women, wat kind of a body would u desire of a man?&lt;br /&gt;for men, wat kind of a body do u tink would attract woman?&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/9142855-110581027056219551?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110554626952228498</id><published>2005-01-13T02:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T03:11:09.523+11:00</updated><title type='text'>back in melbourne!</title><content type='html'>i was greeted by a whirl of hot, hot air on my face the moment i stepped out of the airport...had to get use to summer in melbourne n having all those big, fat, juicy houseflies sitting on your nose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e worse thing was, i felt reali lethargic n tardy after e flight, as well as abit depressed cos i was already missing everyone back in spore...wish e holidays could have been longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was fun today!! went for 2 lectures without knowing what subjects they were! caught up wif the wacky bunch again, and seriously speaking, these ppl are truly the ones who make uni like so fun! party at chris's place tis fri..haha...can't wait to see who's gonna get drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss QQ so much...i'm reali glad that we got all our problems sorted out n tat e bond is so much tighter now...bt then again, who knows wat the future brings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-110554626952228498?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110554626952228498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=110554626952228498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110554626952228498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110554626952228498'/><link 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singer...e quartet...the warm candlelight glow...overlooking a scenic river...perfect evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my belated xmas gift from QQ tonight...it was the best present i've received this christmas. he made a stand-up calendar with our pictures, &amp; also highlighted those impt dates which i've nv had the habit or remembering. it was reali sweet, i was almost touched to tears. thank you, from the bottom of my heart.&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/9142855-110538398353322108?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110538398353322108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=110538398353322108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the barricades of kranji camp, i suddenly realized that my "little bro" ain't that little anymore...he's all grown up now, and has taken another step towards an important milestone of his life. we used to squabble like dogs n cats, but i guess 'absence makes e heart grow fonder'. we chat like friends now, and i'm reali glad that the bond btwn us is now so much tighter, so much unity. my little brother is now my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to melbourne in less than 48hrs...part of me wishes that i don't have to. so many people to catch up wif, so little time. to all those friends whom i haven't had e chance to mit up wif, i'm reali sorry u guys, and hopefully, i'll be able to see u guys during chinese new year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, on a happier note, i miss e crazy buncha ppl back in melbourne!!! see u peeps soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110504463238255794</id><published>2005-01-07T07:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T07:50:32.383+11:00</updated><title type='text'>why do guys snore much??</title><content type='html'>was jus chatting with a girlfren who's currently studyin in new york...realised that she's experiencing the exact sorta emotions as i did during my 1st 3 months in melbourne..hey kas, if u're reading this, do hang on in there and remember that e initial stages r always like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QQ is sleeping so soundly tonite, and much to my surprise, not snoring at all!!! there's something i jus don't understand: why do guys, esp. army guys, possess such great tendencies to snore?? r they realy that tired? well, i guess that's jus something we girls would never b able to comprehend...speaking of which, i'm now sooo broke, after all that shopping the past 3 weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;desperately need to trim those outgrowing, horrendous eyebrows of mine...and a mani plus pedi, please!!! maybe i shld learn to do it myself...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, anyone interested in volunteering at SPH with me? :D it'll be a great opportunity for us to offer our 2-cents worth to those who have been victimized by the dreadful tsunami...contact me!!&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/9142855-110504463238255794?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110504463238255794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=110504463238255794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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eve with jack n frens...it started gettin reali boring when they switched to some techo-trance music! nevertheless, most of us had a pretty gd time :)&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess part of our conscience reminds us tat we shldn't be partying too hard either, with respects to the plague which has befallen upon our neighbours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts have been constantly running through my mind recently, n i can't seem to sort them out clearly. environments change, so do people...during my trip back here in spore, i realized tat things aren't as simple as what they used to be. i witness conflicts btwn friends, 2 ppl falling out cos of monetary concerns...tis is when reality starts to hit on you, i guess. over and under sensitivity also gets u in alot of trouble!!&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/9142855-110461483915062663?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110435323939150488</id><published>2004-12-30T07:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T07:47:19.393+11:00</updated><title type='text'>catastrophe</title><content type='html'>hi peeps!! realized tat i haven't been blogging lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been back home for bout 2wks now...busy spending time wif family n catching up wif frens...in fact, i jus got home from club-hopping in between chinablack n zouk! feels great to b back on e local clubbing scene again, but realised tat clubbing ain't as fun as before cos everywhere's so packed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart sincerely goes out to all the victims of the bloody tsunami...jus one giant sweep n so millions of homes were shattered...current death toll is bout 70K, but i figure it's stil gonna rise. whilst watching e news, i realised tat such catastrophe often happens to poorer countries...life's unfair. watever it is, i reali hope tat peace n stability would b restored in these affected countries, and that better precautions would b taken to lessen e impact of natural disasters in future :)&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/9142855-110435323939150488?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110435323939150488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=110435323939150488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110435323939150488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110435323939150488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/2004/12/catastrophe.html' title='catastrophe'/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110322525659665230</id><published>2004-12-17T06:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T06:27:36.596+11:00</updated><title type='text'>my little christmas wish list...</title><content type='html'>i'm so overwhelmed with assignments now...however, there's still a lingering yearn for roche gelati now..hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring's coming to an end, and most of us r gonna b heading back home for christmas...boy! end of another year! i've got my little christmas wish list all written out :) hint hint...well, its ain't tat long actually.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steffie's xmas wish list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. ligne cambon bag from Chanel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. iPod mini (apple green)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Canon digital ixus 30&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. to spend xmas with my family n loved ones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. to be able to save up money to sponsor a child every month n cutting down on shopping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. a dog (either miniature schnauzer or king charles)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/9142855-110322525659665230?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110322525659665230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=110322525659665230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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together before this and reminiscing the past when a thought strucked me: time is for real, it doesn't jus stands still n capture all those happy times. time moves, and u can't retrieve it back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often anticipate e future, eager to unravel what life has in store for me. however, the speed at which time passes, it kinda scares me actually. every second towards adulthood means a second further away from youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning 21 nxt year...official adulthood. can watch RA-rated films n basically do whatever i want. this sudden surge of freedom n responsibility of my own life is much-welcomed, but feared at e same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-110279536028011447?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110200185871696918</id><published>2004-12-03T02:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T02:37:38.716+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a sad melody...</title><content type='html'>...listening to Luther Vandross's &lt;em&gt;Dance with my father...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to get over tis song...its so sad...makes one wanna cry jus listening to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was a child&lt;br /&gt;Before I’ve removed all the innocence&lt;br /&gt;My father would lift me high&lt;br /&gt;And dance with my mother and me&lt;br /&gt;And then spin me around till I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;Then up the stairs he would carry me&lt;br /&gt;And I’d knew for sure&lt;br /&gt;I was loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could get another chance&lt;br /&gt;Another walk, another dance with him&lt;br /&gt;I’d play a song that would never ever end&lt;br /&gt;How I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I and my mother disagreed&lt;br /&gt;To get my way I would run from her to him&lt;br /&gt;He’d make me laugh just to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;Then finally make me do just what my mama says&lt;br /&gt;Later that night when I was asleep&lt;br /&gt;He left a dollar under my sheet&lt;br /&gt;Never dream that he would be gone from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could steal one final grant&lt;br /&gt;One final step, one final dance with him&lt;br /&gt;I’d play a song that would never ever end&lt;br /&gt;Cos I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’ll listen outside the door&lt;br /&gt;And I hear how my mama cry for him&lt;br /&gt;I’d pray for her even more than me&lt;br /&gt;I’d pray for her even more than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m pray for much too much&lt;br /&gt;But could you send back the only she’d loved&lt;br /&gt;I know you don’t do it usually&lt;br /&gt;But oh Lord, she’s dying&lt;br /&gt;To dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I’d fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;This is all I’d ever dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been listening to all these sappy n melancholy songs for the past few nites while i work thru my gruelling assignment. nothing beats a barry manilow or sarah maclachlan's song in e middle of e nite n a cuppa hot chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've confirmed my flight back to good ole' spore on e 16th of dec, 2345 hrs!! yeay!! can't wait to catch up wif all e sweeties back home...i miss u guys so much! :D xmas is approaching...God i love christmas...special time wif special people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone know of any MNG sale coming up soon in spore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110130241387885420</id><published>2004-11-24T23:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T00:20:13.880+11:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala...</title><content type='html'>shop shop shop!! gladys n i bought clothes again today...after all tat tok bout saving up to get our bags!! :p well, e one-day sale at Myer was too good 2 miss! haf to steer clear of any 'evil' sales, at least till e end of tis mth, cos i'm seriously broke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught Maury Povich show tis noon, n e episode was bout young teen girls losing their virginity n having slept with as many as 74men so far. reali pity their moms...can u imagine ur daughter confessing that she has had threesomes n mass ogrys before??? despite all these, they still shamelessly provoke their moms on e show n continue behaving nonchalantly...reminds me of those underage ah lians back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...i miss Sae. hopefully i'll b able to catch up wif her before she goes back to japan for good. such a bubbly n funny gal to b with, great sense of humour plus tat unique way she speaks! nv fail to crack us all up at e dinner table :D Sae...reali gonna b missing u!!&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/9142855-110130241387885420?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110130241387885420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=110130241387885420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110130241387885420'/><link rel='self' 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fantasy worlds eh? okie steff...snap outta it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a super tiring day...sch, den driving lessons under e glaring sunlight! well, its been too long since i last clubbed...more than a mth, or 2! reali lookin forward to e end of semester party tis fri wif my classmates!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go back to spore fer xmas...i miss e food back home!! cheap pratas, char kway teow, chicken rice, popiah....satay!! a cuppa teh tarik here costs like, $2 aussie dollar!!!! bloody ex!!!  n its super sweet, jus lk drinkin sugar n water :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm prolly gonna grow fat when i'm back...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9142855-110122132715359140?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110122132715359140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=110122132715359140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110122132715359140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110122132715359140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/2004/11/feeling-tardy-n-lethargic.html' title='feeling tardy n lethargic'/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110096914550537407</id><published>2004-11-21T03:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T03:45:45.506+11:00</updated><title type='text'>love life!!</title><content type='html'>i miss nikki so much...he was our family dog for 10 years btw. i noe how silly it is to be missing a dog tat much afterall he passed away bout 1 yr ago, but i guess its jus nature's way of making ppl appreciate things while they're still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching tis epidsode of oprah winfrey show tat day, n they topic was bout real life heroes. tis particular story caught my attention: a mother who saved her kids frm tis burning truck n ended up paralysed waist down. i would haf chosen to die if i were her, bt she's still enjoyin all e pleasures of life despite being constrained in a wheel chair for e rest of her life. makes me ashamed of myself, always complainin bout how meaningless life is n indulging in self pity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for friends who r facing some sorta relationship problems or haf jus broken up, here's a consolation: wat matters most ain't how u fell, but how u gather e courage to stand up n walk again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many birthdays approaching within e nxt 1mth!!! wat with xmas n all, its time to reali start saving $$$!!! i've got a super long wishlist drafted out...if only Santa was reali!!! hmm...wouldn't mind askin him for an all-expenses paid trip to Paris or the Chanel bag which I've been eyeing :p&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/9142855-110096914550537407?l=stefaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110096914550537407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9142855&amp;postID=110096914550537407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110096914550537407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9142855/posts/default/110096914550537407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaholic.blogspot.com/2004/11/love-life.html' title='love life!!'/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110067381917096710</id><published>2004-11-17T17:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T17:43:39.170+11:00</updated><title type='text'>hollywood marriages...</title><content type='html'>was satifying my daily hunger for entertainment gossips jus nw when i came across an article on Britney wanting to retire soon to spend more time wif her hubby...hahaha!! call me cynical or skeptical, bt i jus feel tat 90% of Hollywood marriages don't last! i mean, who wouldnt wanna marry britney for her $?? i'm anticipating their marriage to last for another 6-12 more months? jus look at nicky hilton!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite sad though, to see ppl takin marriage so lightly these days...yea, i noe its "jus another piece of paper", bt tis piece of paper constitutes alot of responsibilities n changes to it...it simply means sharing your life with someone else, sealing up e end of singlehood, n sleeping wif e same man/woman for e rest of ur life. commitment n devotion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110067315534101853</id><published>2004-11-17T17:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T17:32:35.340+11:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely weather!</title><content type='html'>i love e weather today!! so warm n sunny, haven't felt e warmth of sun in ages!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, after much discussion, gladys n i finally decided to step into Chanel...queen of all fashion statements. was eyeing tis beige tote bag from their Ligne Cambon collection, but hey peeps, guess e price? well, it was jus window shopping...by e time i save up enuff, tat bag would prolly b way out-dated :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speakin of savings, glayds n i came up wif a resolution (haha...another one): to save AUD$100 each mth, n after 4 mths, we'll b able to get our gucci bags!!! well, let's hope there aren't any sales goin on e nxt few mths n even if there is, God pls forbid us from knowin bout them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd nv thought tis wld b coming outta my mouth, bt i'm actually enjoyin summer sch! ironic eh? considering e fact tat i'm always late n dread wakin up each morn...we're doin lotsa hands-on stuff tis sem, like venturing outta sch to record sounds n capturing images! been workin on Mac PCs for our editing work n i can nv figure out whr the "ON" button is :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, chrystal n i hve tis 10-year long term goal: to set up a disco cum pub in africa. no joke. u know hw we always c those ppl dying of starvation n poverty in 3rd world countries? well, y not spice up their lives by introducing them to e world of dance n music? :D tis is a call out to any interested parties, if you're keen on becoming a partner with us, pls contact me ya? hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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weather!'/><author><name>stefaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677197094649279200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142855.post-110053129858756583</id><published>2004-11-16T01:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T17:11:50.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>these 6 things... ...</title><content type='html'>we haf to bring 6 things which describes ourself to class tomorrow...sounds very primary sch rite? well, those were david's instructions. i've been pondering on this e whole day, wat represents me?? it suddenly dawn upon me tat as much as i tot i knew myself inside out, i don't.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we're all jus too preoccupied with socializing n getting to noe other ppl better without realizing tat we dun even noe wat we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, on a happier note, i saw e making for Chanel No. 5 ad today!! i fell head over heels in love wif tat lovely pink dress nicole was wearing!! its so pretty, extravagant n...i dun know...GORGEOUS!! n to all the girls out there, e male lead is incredibly cute :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus wanna say tat i'm actually beginning to like summer sch! i hate e workload n draggin myself outta bed every morn, bt i'm lookin forward to classes! haha...ironic eh? anyways, a personal resolution: No more last-min work and having to hibernate at home during wkends. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, after much pondering, here's wat i'm gonna bring tmr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nov'04 edition of &lt;em&gt;Cosmopolitan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cell phone&lt;br /&gt;- a MNG paper bag&lt;br /&gt;- contemplating bringing my diary, bt nah...tat's too personal&lt;br /&gt;- couple of photos&lt;br /&gt;- my 10-yr old smelly pillow, can't live without it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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