<?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-38901639</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:02:08.714+08:00</updated><category term='i'/><title type='text'>Im all out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901639.post-8061132249684547061</id><published>2008-07-05T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:31:33.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally yuan's moving. Check &lt;a href="http://postedscripts.wordpress.com/"&gt;it &lt;/a&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you amanda for the blog =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-8061132249684547061?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/8061132249684547061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=8061132249684547061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8061132249684547061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8061132249684547061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-yuans-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3081728301005842347</id><published>2008-06-30T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:51:26.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Harmony-seeking Idealist (HI)&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Just visiting? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipersonic.com/test.html" rel="self" title="The Test"&gt;Take the free test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and determine your personality type!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ipersonic.com/tags/hi.png" alt="Harmony-seeking Idealist" align="right" border="0" /&gt;Harmony-seeking Idealists are characterised by a complex personality and an abundance of thoughts and feelings. They are warm-hearted persons by nature. They are sympathetic and understanding. Harmony-seeking Idealists expect a lot of themselves and of others. They have a strong understanding of human nature and are often very good judges of character. But they are mostly reserved and confide their thoughts and feelings to very few people they trust. They are deeply hurt by rejection or criticism. Harmony-seeking Idealists find conflict situations unpleasant and prefer harmonious relationships. However, if reaching a certain target is very important to them they can assert themselves with a doggedness bordering on obstinacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmony-seeking Idealists have a lively fantasy, often an almost clairvoyant intuition and are often very creative. Once they have tackled a project, they do everything in their power to achieve their goals. In everyday life, they often prove to be excellent problem solvers. They like to get to the root of things and have a natural curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. At the same time, they are practically oriented, well organised and in a position to tackle complex situations in a structured and carefully considered manner. When they concentrate on something, they do so one hundred percent - they often become so immersed in a task that they forget everything else around them. That is the secret of their often very large professional success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As partners, harmony-seeking idealists are loyal and reliable; a permanent relationship is very important to them. They seldom fall in love head over heels nor do they like quick affairs. They sometimes find it very difficult to clearly show their affection although their feelings are deep and sincere. In as far as their circle of friends is concerned, their motto is: less is more! As far as new contacts are concerned, they are approachable to only a limited extent; they prefer to put their energy into just a few, close friendships. Their demands on friends and partners are very high. As they do not like conflicts, they hesitate for some time before raising unsatisfactory issues and, when they do, they make every effort not to hurt anyone as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Adjectives which describe your type&lt;/h2&gt;introverted, theoretical, emotional, planning, idealistic, harmony-seeking, understanding, peace-loving, sensitive, quiet, sympathetic, conscientious, dogged, complicated, inconspicuous, warm-hearted, complex, imaginative, inspiring, helpful, demanding, communicative, reserved, vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;These subjects could interest you&lt;/h2&gt;literature, philosophy, psychology, music, meditation, writing, yoga, art, astrology, drawing/painting, spiritual things, handicrafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thats when im real bored. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3081728301005842347?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3081728301005842347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3081728301005842347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3081728301005842347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3081728301005842347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/06/harmony-seeking-idealist-hi-just.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-404954000923765351</id><published>2008-06-22T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:19:12.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday's shocker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very good day for yuan's family. Recieved call from uncle saying that mom fell down outside while going to toilet. The damn stupid metal drain thingy so slippery that mum told me she's the 2nd person that fell down at the same place. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went A&amp;amp;E with san jie. Waited outside for 2 hrs. San-jie accompany her inside. Then Da-jie rushed down from work then went back to her lab. Was told that mom's having a fracture near her elbow and is kinda serious that she need to be hospitalised and going for morning op tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is independent days for the yuan's sibling without mom at home for the next 3+ days. Plus Er-jie's coming back with her aussie friend on tuesday and gonna stay in the house for the  2 weeks i think. Gonna tidy up soon before our guest get the shock of her life how messy my desktop area is. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets hope next week will be a better week. *Pray hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&amp;amp;E is where you see all sorts of people. Old to young. Sickness to death. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-404954000923765351?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/404954000923765351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=404954000923765351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/404954000923765351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/404954000923765351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/06/sundays-shocker.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-8262128430256150215</id><published>2008-06-16T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:38:20.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Against the wind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone's doing well. Be it holidaying, pt-ing, birthdaying bla bla. Everyone is fine and im feel glad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have been running these days. Kinda improve my stamina abit. Just complete 5km run from my house till Kallang river there and back. Think i took 24min to complete almost 5km route. Thats really good for my state now since i just came back from work and felt super tired. But yea, running with my ipod this time makes me feel more energetic but i gotta careful of traffic with my full blast volume. lol. What's next i think is some static trainings for my pull up and tone my body abit for better body shape. I will keep up with that =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next week i might go stadium train or something. And i need tanning also. Just too white to be a man. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. that's all i can say now. Oh yea, buy something nice for me from hk okay? Sadly i cant go but enjoy for me alright. 买东西吃东西吧！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: You are just back where you used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-8262128430256150215?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/8262128430256150215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=8262128430256150215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8262128430256150215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8262128430256150215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/06/against-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-8775514594259067959</id><published>2008-06-05T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:05:13.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's these whole damn posts about&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Busy week for me. Gotta rush some of my work before the start of June. And almost everyday im home late. And yea i just got back from town buying some stuffs and present. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday was kinda low. Was thinking alot already but things just keep on coming in yesterday night. First,I dont think i will be going overseas or even studying right after my NS. My sis is pursuing her master's in US for 2 1/2 years and i think she need the money more than me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Since she's the most capable one in the family and im the fucked up one. sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i think i be working for 2 years, earning some allowance and working experiences then i go for my degree. Shouldnt have said this but i kinda regret no studying ahrd enough. But it's always like that. And hell i hate myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Second, im thinking about what to do in NS. The way of a normal guy or to become a officer if i can. There's so much possibilities and path i can choose. Well maybe i should see how my BMT goes then if everything seems okay, i might go OCS or so. Shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still more but it's pointless. Tom is Friday and im kinda happy that weekend is coming! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: I think im gonna regret. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-8775514594259067959?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/8775514594259067959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=8775514594259067959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8775514594259067959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8775514594259067959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-i-was-telling-others-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3317373285618748509</id><published>2008-05-22T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:09:13.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;101st post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was bored at work and then i came across this &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;quiz.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3317373285618748509?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3317373285618748509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3317373285618748509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3317373285618748509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3317373285618748509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/05/101st-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-4176097268063307749</id><published>2008-05-20T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:28:22.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SDLrB8KRYoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1pKEAKqTFIY/s1600-h/DSC03503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SDLrB8KRYoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1pKEAKqTFIY/s320/DSC03503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202478938127950466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scrolling my ipod whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the old playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over and over again. I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me say the words out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-4176097268063307749?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/4176097268063307749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=4176097268063307749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4176097268063307749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4176097268063307749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/05/scrolling-my-ipod-whole-night.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SDLrB8KRYoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1pKEAKqTFIY/s72-c/DSC03503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901639.post-3786395412426408316</id><published>2008-05-12T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:13:16.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Working&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need to catch&lt;/span&gt; up on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Made of honor anyone? I so wanna watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3786395412426408316?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3786395412426408316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3786395412426408316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3786395412426408316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3786395412426408316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/05/working-is-bored-i-need-to-catch-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-605603161817329982</id><published>2008-05-09T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:28:22.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;不能说的秘密 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally after some tough search from the agent. YUAN'S NOW WORKING! Cant imagine i slack for like almost 1month. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im working for this company called the American Home Assurance company which in somewhere near somerset. Basically a typical office boy i say, but surprisingly there were other temp staff around my age(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; youngest k&lt;/span&gt;).  So we get along well except one girl who i thought she may hate me since she kinda stare at me everytime i walk past her. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, back to what im working. The place is actually quite messy with documents and papers flying around. No choice when a guy works, is like that. But hey im quite a hardworking person okay. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice the blue spot? Thats the pool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SCRD9KEb0dI/AAAAAAAAADk/y9296tq3MrY/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SCRD9KEb0dI/AAAAAAAAADk/y9296tq3MrY/s320/DSC00180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198354587846431186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one good thing is that the view outside is really nice. There is Century hotel opposite us where there is a swimming pool on top. And of course there are some scenery to see while working. lol. AngMos nia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i think i will be working for a month since i found myself really tired after work. Hmmm. I'll see how then.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starbuck called me right after my work for an interview. Sianz). &lt;/span&gt;So meanwhile im gonna work hard and next week i'll start my running before or after my work. It's been a long time since i run with wilson i think? Anyone wanna join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: She's cold and she's cruel but she knows what she's doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-605603161817329982?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/605603161817329982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=605603161817329982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/605603161817329982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/605603161817329982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SCRD9KEb0dI/AAAAAAAAADk/y9296tq3MrY/s72-c/DSC00180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901639.post-7692207496780003850</id><published>2008-05-05T00:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:28:24.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no easy way to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saturday was great. Went to the Singapore Flyers for the famous ferris wheel. Heard from my sis there's actually one in UK and it's much nicer. And since i dont have the chance to get there, so the one in sg should do just fine. So here the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3rXXCAUGI/AAAAAAAAADc/zsnFOakUEaw/s1600-h/DSC02291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3rXXCAUGI/AAAAAAAAADc/zsnFOakUEaw/s320/DSC02291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196568331607363682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3rXHCAUFI/AAAAAAAAADU/7ky_SmoGB7Q/s1600-h/DSC02294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3rXHCAUFI/AAAAAAAAADU/7ky_SmoGB7Q/s320/DSC02294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196568327312396370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3gvXCAT5I/AAAAAAAAABc/I8QkFzJVniI/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3gvXCAT5I/AAAAAAAAABc/I8QkFzJVniI/s320/DSC00158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196556649296318354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Views taken. Super nice right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3kiHCAT-I/AAAAAAAAACE/Qnn1BRYkymg/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3kiHCAT-I/AAAAAAAAACE/Qnn1BRYkymg/s320/DSC00145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196560819709562850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3g_HCAT6I/AAAAAAAAABk/Qtf1BSEWVZA/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3g_HCAT6I/AAAAAAAAABk/Qtf1BSEWVZA/s320/DSC00134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196556919879258018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3hknCAT7I/AAAAAAAAABs/AJiWd48YJmg/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3hknCAT7I/AAAAAAAAABs/AJiWd48YJmg/s320/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196557564124352434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum thought the far end is malaysia. LOL&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3lxnCAT_I/AAAAAAAAACM/rN7_oLDlEAw/s1600-h/DSCN3463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3lxnCAT_I/AAAAAAAAACM/rN7_oLDlEAw/s320/DSCN3463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196562185509162994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3nTHCAUAI/AAAAAAAAACs/sc05VTP6qk4/s1600-h/DSCN3478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3nTHCAUAI/AAAAAAAAACs/sc05VTP6qk4/s320/DSCN3478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196563860546408450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3nTXCAUBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ps3hEL5WVTU/s1600-h/DSCN3482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3nTXCAUBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ps3hEL5WVTU/s320/DSCN3482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196563864841375762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3kP3CAT9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/M5GATOiLgsA/s1600-h/DSCN3498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3kP3CAT9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/M5GATOiLgsA/s320/DSCN3498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196560506176950226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3oS3CAUCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Iu7WAUD0WvE/s1600-h/DSCN3491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3oS3CAUCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Iu7WAUD0WvE/s320/DSCN3491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196564955763068962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阳光宅男！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3pLnCAUDI/AAAAAAAAADE/5APTGx2iiTQ/s1600-h/DSCN3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3pLnCAUDI/AAAAAAAAADE/5APTGx2iiTQ/s320/DSCN3454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196565930720645170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3p53CAUEI/AAAAAAAAADM/L8lnyhZrj_o/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3p53CAUEI/AAAAAAAAADM/L8lnyhZrj_o/s320/DSC00164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196566725289594946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. That sunglass's from my mum.  So after that we took cab down to amoy street in chinatown where we had this dinner at the famous hokkien restaurant. We waited almost near an hour before we can start eat anything. And i was rushing for movie with the lalas, so gotta missed the last dish and rush down to J8 for Ironman. It was overall a great show.  A different type of hero so far i watched.  Imagine how cool he is talking on phone while flying, dodging from the jet fighters. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the last bus home and was thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So baby just say goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-7692207496780003850?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/7692207496780003850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=7692207496780003850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7692207496780003850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7692207496780003850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-no-easy-way-to-say-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/SB3rXXCAUGI/AAAAAAAAADc/zsnFOakUEaw/s72-c/DSC02291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901639.post-5943921372052073713</id><published>2008-05-02T01:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T02:52:51.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When 72 turns into 144.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So it's labour day. But seems no different to me just that met up with the guys. Weather was unusually humid. Was out in the sun and i sweat within &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; about 1 min?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went singing today. Finally get my addiction done. It was great but the room was big but there's only 3 of us. Sigh. But still managed to enjoy ourselves be it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;geng&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; 搁浅 to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; 一个人 or my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;favy&lt;/span&gt;(The freak song by 曹格)  and super high LOVE-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;. I simply enjoyed it so much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well like what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Edwin&lt;/span&gt; blogged. It's all there. Nothing much i can say here since is like no one reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home. Job agency desperately looking for places for me but till now none succeed. Sigh. Just watch new episode from greys, play games,chat chat. Till now almost 2 am and no one was online. Sometime i felt the need to tell someone what i did today. Since when i stop to tell someone(s) something personal. It has been the same since sometime ago. Really felt some things do changes and there is nothing you can do but to continue with what's ahead in life. Even though it's not like before but what matters is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt; guys being a much happier person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                            &lt;/span&gt;Constantly look up in the sky and realised the world is amazingly big. So big that you thought yourself as nothing. It made me thought that everyone should step out from their own mind world,breathe the air outside,learn to give and take. No one is ever alone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想太多了。I think i should go sleep since im almost closing my eyes. lol.  I had a great day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 今后都不管，只要你能愉快。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-5943921372052073713?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/5943921372052073713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=5943921372052073713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5943921372052073713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5943921372052073713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-72-turns-into-144.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-8862681802829028709</id><published>2008-04-25T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:07:33.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Employed. Enlisted.Ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Recieved enlistment letter finally! God i have been waiting man. And i kept thinking i might get into some xiong unit but well, i didnt. Turned out im going into BMTC 1 on 9/10. So i guess i got some time to train myself especially my stamina. Wasnt as good as before but i will be that good when time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right after that i went for job interviews today.  There is 2 just this morning. Dunno if im gonna get employed or what. But  i need the cash to support for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pre-enlistment-get-away-trip-to-anywhere-beside-SG!  Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So good lucky to me ya. Need to meet wilson for robe thing now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Wrote something in my note pad. Have no idea why i wrote those. It's still there somewhere i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-8862681802829028709?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/8862681802829028709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=8862681802829028709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8862681802829028709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8862681802829028709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/04/employed.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-6319417316495918002</id><published>2008-04-24T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:37:58.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since the genting trip, i have been really lazing around. 真的变成宅男了.哈哈. Life's still the same and it's almost a month since i worked. Tsk tsk.But yea, im getting job next week i guess. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after some talk with wilson today about how sux future will be, im kinda pissed off with SAF. Almost all of my friends (excluding aaron francis and wilson) had got their enlistment date. Better NOT to notify me 2 weeks before reporting to tekong!! But but. Beside time to "mentally" prepare. I need to start buidling up my stamina soon. So it will be like work, jog, gym, swim and basketball for the week. Hope i can fulfill all those tasks soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the following month, im so looking forward to graduation day. Finally get to see everyone again and those who i really dun wanna see. It's the last reunion and well, i really hate this graduating moments. I might cry lo. ahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. To those my friends, please take care of yourself. Be good to your gf/bf. Work hard play harder. Take really good care of your body and please sleep early. I guess there will be time we will meet again soon right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I almost forgot the graduating robe thing till last week. And it's so freaking near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-6319417316495918002?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/6319417316495918002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=6319417316495918002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6319417316495918002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6319417316495918002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-4303985225313298626</id><published>2008-04-18T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:43:07.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's some photo from the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25802963@N06/show/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/25802963@N06/show/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously you need to have someone who lives there to drive u around. the tour thing cant be much as fun as the local there. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's next?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-4303985225313298626?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/4303985225313298626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=4303985225313298626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4303985225313298626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4303985225313298626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/04/heres-some-photo-from-trip-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3842311459063962399</id><published>2008-04-12T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:41:17.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Setting out to genting tomorrow morning. Cant believe i have never been there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back on monday i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think thats my consolation prize for not having going to boracay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3842311459063962399?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3842311459063962399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3842311459063962399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3842311459063962399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3842311459063962399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/04/setting-out-to-genting-tomorrow-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-2502187733346050673</id><published>2008-03-13T04:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:02:08.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To myself only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the chemical i drank. Seriously screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself of who i am now. Hate the things thats going on  and on in my head. Hate that im being neglected and definitely hate the hell im going through. What have i done? Whats going on? I freaking thought its over in me but clearly it hasnt and im so dead right now to do all these stupid stuffs. I was told im a coward and yes im freaking am. Im not happy and gladly be fine if i just got myself drunk and wake up next day telling myself it's thursday again.I dont need anything.All i want is stop treating me like stranger.I want to feel that me again. But i knew it doesnt matter to anyone. It always be like that since then. Im sucha a goner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-2502187733346050673?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/2502187733346050673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=2502187733346050673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/2502187733346050673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/2502187733346050673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-myself-only.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-19013186023149270</id><published>2008-03-10T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:49:07.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Feelings are like rain. Sometimes you wished to stop. Sometimes you dont. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to love the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to march.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-19013186023149270?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/19013186023149270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=19013186023149270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/19013186023149270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/19013186023149270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/03/feelings-are-like-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-5406337886718300273</id><published>2008-03-05T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:27:49.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im 20 and 4 days old! lol. yea for those who dunno i just celebrate my 20th birthday few days back! Had a great time with family and friends. But feeling abit sad that some arent free to celebrate and guys WTH IS MY PRESENTS!lol. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 29th went out with family. Dine at Bali Thai marina square but aint that good. The service is very bad. The food wise is super spicy and i spitting fire already. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that the siblings went bowling and well im still good at balls. =D&lt;br /&gt;Then went harry's drinking alone but then surprisingly joined by my sis. haha. Told you guys the ambience there is great.Live band is fine. Shall try there next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day played awhile of bball since its kinda drizzling already. Then was ORDERED to meet the guys ar orchard for the SURPRISE. lol. So after a long wait, we managed to dine at F&amp;C which i really haven been tasting for the past donkey months. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-12.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564255740690&amp;amp;site=widget-12.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564255740690&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p1/432345564255740690/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564255740690&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p2/432345564255740690/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's alot more though. But think thats enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great birthday. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Hmmmm. Im still abit sad. bla~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-5406337886718300273?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/5406337886718300273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=5406337886718300273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5406337886718300273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5406337886718300273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-5909517272746052858</id><published>2008-02-21T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:42:56.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Talk to me. help me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things has just got worsen each day exam result draws near. Never been so worried since that time when something bad happen in my family. Though i was really small then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But getting the result totally freak me now. Im so scare i cant get through it. When i told my mum about it, she didnt scold me and i was like feeling depressed. I hope she scold but she didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im 20 soon. The life's up to me now. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all she said and that moment i just feel so guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk out with my bud just now about this. There is so much things i wanna learn during this 'break' before enlistment.  But im so scare that if i cant get over this, im just gonna be so dead. I so wanna go uni be it overseas or any local u. I just wanna continue studying and yes, im serious. The world out there is too harsh if i just barge into it without a at least a degree. The political thing inside my working place forced me to actually quit job after just 1 week. I cant stand it. i would rather work in coffee bean(or any where i can make coffee) where i really enjoy the atmosphere there and learn some experience from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered telling some about how i admire those around me who got aims and goals in their life. Their interest and how much they willing to give up certain things just to get what they want. But for me right now is really a "need" more than a "want". I need to pass before i can get what i want. And if i really get over this. Im so gonna change the way i live till now. Be thankful of what i had with me and live life much happier than before. Absorbing experience and do what i really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I wanna live my own life. A happy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-5909517272746052858?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/5909517272746052858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=5909517272746052858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5909517272746052858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5909517272746052858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/02/talk-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-6711163920766604109</id><published>2008-02-17T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:02:21.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend seems to be moving so fast. Tomorrow's back to office. Honestly cant wait for wednesday to come. Im getting out from there real soon. Maybe the long hours of paperwork and telephone call-ing made me dread so badly for lunch where i can enjoy my lunch time alone at coffee-bean. It was then i realised that the article i read about singaporean being the fastest walker in the world was ironically true. I was amazed somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was chingay and i was working as a bartender with my goody friends during the city jam event after the parade. Supposedly it should be the asia biggest street party but i wasnt impressed by how little people actually came for the party. So i was like sitting there from 10-3am doing almost nothing.(Not to mention i need to carry cartons but there's so few of them). Then i was like chatting with the other part-timer over there, drinking(not alchohol) and eating away. and so get to know some cute girls over there since im the one suppose to help them with the heavy stuffs. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was this girl i knew that really caught my eye. I dunno what happend but we kept staring each other. LOL. But think she hate me since she's like suan-ing me all time. But well, certain things happened that i was actually not a bad guy. HAHA. Nvm that. But the funniest thing is that after the whole event i didnt ask for her name and number. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really the loser of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I&lt;3 YOU. I so feel like watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update!: i gotta knew her name through facebook. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-6711163920766604109?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/6711163920766604109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=6711163920766604109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6711163920766604109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6711163920766604109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekend-seems-to-be-moving-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-7164011690369586605</id><published>2008-02-13T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:29:31.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's tomorrow and seems like love is really in the air. Just today i got sandwiched by couples in train and i was seriously the outstanding one. The hugging and the kiss-good-bye thing seriously made me super jealous ok. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i was meant to be alone. The one i love will never get back to me. I missed the chance but i didnt notice it in the past. Maybe i really just can be a super good friend after all. Was wondering away during work whether if there is actually someone waiting at home cooking for me. Even the taste might really kill someone. But thats something worth dying for right. The whole sweet scene just went on and on in my mind. My lady boss was staring at me wondering why i was laughing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all my friends getting attached do made me feel jealous enough. Plus, there is so many people around me who's husband and wife as their first love. Hmmm. That is super hard in this modern society man. Guess i dont have that luck yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love doesnt come easy but once here, it's here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the day, everyone needs love. Being single right now is good. But i do hope i could find my Ms lullaby someday.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (I once thought i found one that actually sleep right away. But =()&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy valentine's day guys. Enjoy the night! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Date me tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-7164011690369586605?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/7164011690369586605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=7164011690369586605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7164011690369586605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7164011690369586605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-tomorrow-and-seems-like-love.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-1749083463681608353</id><published>2008-02-12T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:44:20.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o finally thats the end of the holiday. yea i know it already is but i still gotta work till about sometime before ns started. Cant waste my life right. But im so gonna enjoy my holidays after those hard and long working days. I love that pleasure of using own money to buy things i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY this year was great. Thanks guys for coming and i appreciate itly . New year wont be that fun without you guys. Was expecting the girls and dy but sadly all not free i guess. So the-eat-all-you-want-crackers and red packets were mostly left untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats exactly a year later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I be free after 6. Call me for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-1749083463681608353?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/1749083463681608353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=1749083463681608353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1749083463681608353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1749083463681608353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/02/s-o-finally-thats-end-of-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3758069138464198166</id><published>2008-02-02T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:26:09.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The-next-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally thats the end of 3 years poly life. Time seems like nothing during these years. I still cant remember how we guys actually started it out but i guess it's fate that made us the way we are now. Those times where we did stupid stuffs,studying, pon-ing lessons, makan-sutra, drinking, clubbing, gaming, chatting, EMO-ing together are just priceless. There is still so much to say here. Just wanna let you guys know that each and everyone one of you are just the best gifts during my poly life.  So here something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaron:  Thanks for being one of the best gay i knew. You found body-goes-nua parts. aha. Sssh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Francis: The smart one to help me and aaron through that fyp-ing period even though the whole thing last like about 5mins! And emoROX right. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DY: The one who always escort me home. His tummy's really like swimming tube. Oops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edwin: Hoho! My good bro. One of the best and will be. Thanks for being with me when im really down. Lets go drinking again next time when you are out! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wilson: My dear source of depression he claimed. Lets start our body building soon ok =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wensu: Thanks su. Owe so much to you especially during those period. Poof right!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda:  Thanks for being someone special in my heart. Those times we had are great and best thing i could have are those memories. Stay happy and smile girl. This year isnt that bad k. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it.There is only so much to say here, but i really appreciate and really really thankful for knowing each and eveyone of you. I love you guys and all the best.Meet up okay! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: And i feel like crying la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3758069138464198166?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3758069138464198166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3758069138464198166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3758069138464198166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3758069138464198166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/02/next-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-7040714349352911061</id><published>2008-01-25T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:45:10.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;存爱-杨宗纬&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;爱情是一本存折零存&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;快乐每天查询有多少的余额&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;你设下难猜密码把自己锁著&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;既然给你的我就不会舍不得&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我没有借口去预支你的自由&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;也没有理由为了偿还爱的承诺&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;放弃你的天空&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;爱你很多很多&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;只想存给你快乐却提了更多寂寞&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;存爱存在记忆中&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;回忆太让我富有思念却让我贫穷&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;还有多少青春可以挥霍&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;对爱的执著&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;就让泪水轻轻慢慢流再蓦然回首&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Really nice song. Gonna be my next top list! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-7040714349352911061?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/7040714349352911061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=7040714349352911061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7040714349352911061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7040714349352911061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/01/really-nice-song.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3123820963445831895</id><published>2008-01-22T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:41:08.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday's Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finally fyp's over. The headache's gone for good. Slept one full day today and was feeling better since yesterday wasnt feeling quite well. Plus sleeping late made me restless this morning. Was pratically dragging my foot to school to hand in my report. But yea, it's over. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but something really bad happened. Ipod is lost unknowingly. Hell know where i dropped it. Shtye. First handphone then came ipod. What's wrong with me man. hmmmm. So have to wait for bday for a new one i hope. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final exam's next. Jiayou everyone. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3123820963445831895?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3123820963445831895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3123820963445831895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3123820963445831895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3123820963445831895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/01/tuesdays-blue-finally-finally-fyps-over.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-6683595983878585238</id><published>2008-01-14T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:46:11.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And i think i started to love the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-6683595983878585238?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/6683595983878585238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=6683595983878585238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6683595983878585238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6683595983878585238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-i-think-i-started-to-love-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-7691728939191389575</id><published>2008-01-09T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:28:24.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9th Feb 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it is back to jan and just like last year, everything's seems to be a bit dull. Beginning of the year is always slow and steady. Nothing much happend except rushing through fyp. Hope everything went well and for those in or not in spinnovex. Things gonna be much easier to handle later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's ending soon. Bet many expecting it to be here asap. But perhaps is myself or what that i dont really like the "ending" thing for there is always something inside me that fear what's coming after all these. So so so guys, please do appear someday OCCASIONALLY to let me know ure alive cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS ARE MY SOURCE OF DEPRESSION AND HAPPINESS!. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right wilson edwin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. I think i really really super duper ultra long never go drinking. I kinda missed that. Sometimes i really hope to go drink with couple of friends. Really love that. So i think there'll be chance right i guess? =D. Hmmm so what now i really need to treasure what's left now. Spending time at home nua-ing is a no no. Im just gonna make myself this whole jan busy. I dont wanna miss a single thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/R4Tvc7KmyJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SmVWKpc3SoQ/s1600-h/DSC02023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153507153816242322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/R4Tvc7KmyJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SmVWKpc3SoQ/s320/DSC02023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla! Ice cream's good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-7691728939191389575?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/7691728939191389575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=7691728939191389575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7691728939191389575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7691728939191389575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2008/01/9th-feb-2008-ok-it-is-back-to-jan-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/R4Tvc7KmyJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SmVWKpc3SoQ/s72-c/DSC02023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901639.post-1248095923830894380</id><published>2007-12-31T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:10:41.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally finally 2007's coming to an end. I still remember the 1st day i was hoping that this year i will just get over it quietly like before. But i kinda think that this year is really the turning point of my life so far. So many many many things happened that made this year sucha a memorable year for me. Be it good things, bad encounters, sweet and bitter events. I treasure it each and every tiny bits of it. For there was something that changed my life. I have lots to say. But doesnt matter anymore. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions? New year new start like someone said i guess!  So all the best to you guys and please please like i said many thousand times. Do things you like and be happy. No regrets!  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564254245284&amp;amp;site=widget-a4.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564254245284&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a4.slide.com/p1/432345564254245284/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564254245284&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a4.slide.com/p2/432345564254245284/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya guys next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-1248095923830894380?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/1248095923830894380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=1248095923830894380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1248095923830894380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1248095923830894380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-finally-finally-2007s-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-1363771247125016242</id><published>2007-12-29T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:00:51.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sprain my ankle. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-1363771247125016242?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/1363771247125016242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=1363771247125016242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1363771247125016242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1363771247125016242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-sprain-my-ankle.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-5127719035303761706</id><published>2007-12-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:41:11.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week really test my physical and mental inside out. Been going out playing basketball with those guys. Plus always reached home near 1+ and slept at 4 then next day woke up when it's late noon and went out again. I can say my body clock totally went another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey i never complain all those outing are a problem to me. In fact i must thank them for making me kinda happy. Even though i finally understand the meaning of feeling lonely when you're with friends, but things just gonna be better. Especially all those crazy stuffs we did during the gathering made me feel like we are just like us few years back and it's getting better. Friendship always last longer right. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's eve of Christmas's eve and the year end 'feeling' is coming near. I think what left now for me to be happy for the year is Christmas gathering. Luckily the timing came just right if not i dont know what i will be doing during those nights. Spending alone during Christmas is just not the way for me. What about yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: And who still remember what i want for Christmas present? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-5127719035303761706?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/5127719035303761706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=5127719035303761706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5127719035303761706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5127719035303761706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-week-really-test-my-physical-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-937567666836269574</id><published>2007-12-16T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:11:01.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yoz! Finally sent those guys home after mahjong. Seriously no mood to play cos it's kinda a tiring week. (Lab-test, FYP, NAPFA, going out bla bla.) And plus partly cos lack of my precious sleep and i need it back fast. Im think im gonna die if this continue. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All start cos of sunday night when someone felt so emo and video call me. Then after that just couldnt get to sleep till morning and i just decided to skip socom practical. BUT came later for FYP . Seriously need to rush and ready for the interview. Hmmm. Came night time went coffee bean-ing with friends and chat. Always love the atmosphere there =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the days were spent in school and basketball?! Yea i sort of kept playing basketball in school with waylon they all and till this point of time we actually can sit down and talk for hours. Then we went NAPFA together. Was abit upset about my running time mainly cos of the blank period i had. No running all that. Hmmm. But well, at least pull up i passed.(Thanks to the pretty tester. She's cute alright. =D). So overall got a silver. All except pull-up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot things happened and i cant seems to remember. But i do remember what happened when i cant sleep. Alot things go through my mind. Mostly thinking about what's gonna happen next year and i seriously need to change some way. So this is what's going on and on everynight in my mind till i totally knock out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Everyone's talking about Christmas. I dont know i should be happier anot but right now im feeling empty. But luckily there'll be bbq on that day and im looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I so wanna see those lightings in town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-937567666836269574?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/937567666836269574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=937567666836269574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/937567666836269574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/937567666836269574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/12/yoz-finally-sent-those-guys-hime-after.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-8621808931118077495</id><published>2007-12-09T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T17:38:51.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A happy post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise my posts seems to be a bit emo, so here's the happy one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week seems to be quite busy. Too much that till now then i can finally rest and enjoy this coolling sunday afternoon. But it's definitely never a bad things to do some catching-up with friends especially it's like such a long time since we actually met up right. Hopefully these can continue for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes. Next up is Christmas. Guess it will be fun. But i think we gotta settle with fyp stuffs before the fun starts. Seems like its gonna be a busy december. I need somethings to fill my mind up too. Staying at home whole day is a no no. I might just die la. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Thinking of whats goona happen next year excite me. Travelling(beside boracay maybe australia too =D), new year, MY BIRTHDAY(im expecting gift from my sis woot!), working out my plan 3months ago then finally army. So let's wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise something. Im a human afterall. I do make stupid mistakes. Guess it might be long for it to die down. But life's getting back to normal at least. Hope everything goes well for everyone and i believe it will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun's finally out. Smile! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-8621808931118077495?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/8621808931118077495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=8621808931118077495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8621808931118077495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8621808931118077495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-2278970467187032563</id><published>2007-12-02T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:23:38.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"It'll be fine. Just time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-2278970467187032563?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/2278970467187032563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=2278970467187032563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/2278970467187032563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/2278970467187032563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/12/itll-be-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-1474820762130058303</id><published>2007-11-28T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:57:50.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why's everyone treating me like a fool. I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuck that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-1474820762130058303?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/1474820762130058303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=1474820762130058303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1474820762130058303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1474820762130058303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-everyone-treating-me-like-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-2804916121587322578</id><published>2007-11-25T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T01:28:28.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Number 78.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;em&gt; miss my dad. I dont know whether things wasnt going well for me this few months that i kinda got screw up easily. I still cant imagine that time how life's going through for me during that part of my life. Maybe cos being a kid is a good thing that i just wont think too much. But now thinking of him just made me even more sad. Losing someone close to you is never an easy thing to get over with. But i fear. I fear i will forget his look,his voice, all the things he had done as a father protecting his little son. I dont want that. Never.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since that point of my life, i have changed. Never the boy that always need protection. I look upon my father. I want to be like him. Perhaps as the only guy in the house that i felt i need to be strong. From then on i keep everything to myself. Not allowing my family to knew what's going on to me. It's never me to let someone worry about me. Im a stubborn freak i guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now going through the another part of my life. Schools ending soon. The precious time i used to have is leaking through my hands. I lost something that is once close to me and it sux. Somewhere in me no longer be that cheerful guy that keeps going on and on. I thought im strong enough to deal with all these but i cant. Im trying to be fine but just wont works. Even now after hanging out with friends where i feel occupied, but when time comes that i need to be alone, i know i shouldnt be thinking that much for i have no reason to be but its just killing me.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is still something good happening. Im starting to hang out more with my sec friends. They are once, my closest pals for we being through alot during those days. Even they might never knew how important friends are to me, but i really appreciate having them by my side. I cant imagine without them i might be dead by now. Thanks guys. Oh ya. Not forgetting my beloved poly friends. You guys are great too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Smile smile smile smile smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-2804916121587322578?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/2804916121587322578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=2804916121587322578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/2804916121587322578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/2804916121587322578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/11/number-78.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3919263171829510311</id><published>2007-11-21T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T17:47:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If ever a stupid guy/girl walk into your life. Handle him/her with care. He's stupid enough to get himself hurt. And without knowing it, it's becoming a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3919263171829510311?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3919263171829510311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3919263171829510311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3919263171829510311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3919263171829510311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-ever-stupid-guygirl-walk-into-your.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-8953092170151890408</id><published>2007-11-15T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:04:44.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Buenas Noches.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MST coming. Im not sure i could get through. It's hard especially this period. I hope i can, this time, not disappoint anyone.&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/38901639-8953092170151890408?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/8953092170151890408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=8953092170151890408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8953092170151890408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8953092170151890408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/11/buenas-noches.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-5201538184528506924</id><published>2007-11-13T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:44:35.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If someone out there could grant me 3 wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people dont give up things easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dying soul to be alive again with hopes and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end everything with a smile and there were no such word as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;regrets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-5201538184528506924?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/5201538184528506924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=5201538184528506924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5201538184528506924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5201538184528506924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-someone-out-there-could-grant-me-3.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-6599114621466337942</id><published>2007-11-12T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T01:05:41.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I die. Yet alived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-6599114621466337942?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/6599114621466337942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=6599114621466337942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6599114621466337942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6599114621466337942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-die.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-6612354890385056396</id><published>2007-11-07T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T15:56:19.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;彩虹&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;作曲:周杰伦作词:周杰伦&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;哪里有彩虹告诉我&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;能不能把我的愿望还给我&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;为什么天这么安静&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;所有云都跑到我这里&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;有没有口罩一个给我&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;释怀说了太多就成真不了&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;也许时间是一种解药&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;也是我现在正服下的毒药&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;看不见你的笑我怎么睡得着&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;你的身影这么近我却抱不到&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;没有地球太阳还是会绕&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;没有理由我也能自己走&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;你要离开我知道很简单&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;你说依赖是我们的阻碍&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;就算放开那能不能别没收我的爱&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;当作我最后才明白&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-6612354890385056396?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/6612354890385056396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=6612354890385056396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6612354890385056396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6612354890385056396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-7141505307469618574</id><published>2007-11-06T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:54:53.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;蒲公英的约定&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;作词:方文山作曲:周杰伦&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小学篱芭旁的蒲公英&lt;br /&gt;是记忆里有味道的风景&lt;br /&gt;午睡操场传来蝉的声音&lt;br /&gt;多少年后也还是很好听&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;将愿望折纸飞机寄成信&lt;br /&gt;因为我们等不到那流星&lt;br /&gt;认真投决定命运的硬币&lt;br /&gt;却不知道到底能去哪里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一起长大的约定&lt;br /&gt;那样清晰打过勾的我相信&lt;br /&gt;说好要一起旅行&lt;br /&gt;是你如今唯一坚持的任性&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在走廊上罚站打手心&lt;br /&gt;我们却注意窗边的蜻蜓&lt;br /&gt;我去到哪里你都跟很紧&lt;br /&gt;很多的梦在等待着进行&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一起长大的约定&lt;br /&gt;那样真心&lt;br /&gt;与你聊不完的曾经&lt;br /&gt;而我已经分不清&lt;br /&gt;你是友情还是错过的爱情&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-7141505307469618574?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/7141505307469618574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=7141505307469618574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7141505307469618574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7141505307469618574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3250915249492323237</id><published>2007-11-04T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T18:58:55.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;把爱放心里面。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3250915249492323237?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3250915249492323237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3250915249492323237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3250915249492323237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3250915249492323237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-6815495617476654456</id><published>2007-11-02T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:11:44.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like i have becoming like Wz. Here i am blogging again. And yes, i do have the feeling to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different Friday compare to the one i had. Woke up 12 and was ready to meet aaron at 1 at bugis. Yes, we are buying stuff for FYP and it's seems unlikely for us to do that. But well, we managed to buy the cable without much of a building-to-building search at sim lim even our leader is like mia-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about an hour before we split. Aaron went for haircut, i went home. The rain's getting me feel abit like feverish. So i slept for 3hrs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 evening and i was famished. Sort of heard my mum shouting she's not going cook tonight during my nap. So moment i woke up, i called my freaks out for dinner at seragoon garden. Time's perfect for they just release from work. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went chomp chomp, order satay bee hoon, hokkien mee, prawn noodle, carrot cake,wings and usual sugar cane juice. The bee hoon is great compare to the one in east coast. The sauce and the kang kong makes me drool la. Hokkien and prawn mee was okay. Carrot cake's good. Wings is about the same standard i had in toa payoh(which is good ok). Drinks' fine but i still prefer my ultimate especially when it's friday. Hmm nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's sat. Can try out my new shoe. Yea! Hope i can jump higher. I need to fight with my 19x friend. -.-Tom's the day i soar okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh plus plus we' ll be makan sutra again. haha, &lt;3 Toapayoh la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Hmm.. I dont know. It's still there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-6815495617476654456?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/6815495617476654456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=6815495617476654456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6815495617476654456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6815495617476654456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-6599099888400158408</id><published>2007-11-01T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:42:15.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New month new start i guess. Sis got back from US 2am this morning and didnt realise she was gone for like almost a month. Not to say i forgot about her but ya, at least a warm hug from me ok. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, got some gifts from her. This time i got a nike shoe! It cost only like US40 but over here i think its about 120SGD? Thank god finally i got something to wear for basketball after for like about a year wearing that ready-to-be-disposed erm, shoe. Oh ya, i have myself a new polo-t as usual. im sick of wearing that. I need changes! Bermudas please! (Im still grateful alright).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got some chocolate. Hmm my favourite almond nut! Munching like hell man. Simply addicitive. haha. Oh ya she bought some stuff since she transit at japan along the way. Taste weird but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm. November. I have no idea whats coming, October has been a really bad month for me. In fact the most terrible month for me this year so far. Been through alot and countless of sleepless night which is unevitable. I just cant get things through my head. Its clearer now but i still need more time. I had never felt this before and i seems not getting used to it. In turns change me someway. Im not myself last month and i regret doing things i shouldnt. Sorry for those that realise im in a dead tone last few weeks and might affect some of ya. I really cant help feeling this way. Im better now, at least i can sleep well everynight. Luckily friends and my basketball were there. I try not spent time at home alone most of time. Its really terrible when your are really in deep shtye especially when it almost rain every day. The sun just wasnt there when i need it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make everything be where it suppose to be. Be it feeling, relationship or mood. Knowing its hard to get back something that is lost but at least make everyone be fine with the change. Time's the big word now and im just gonna take it easy and see how things work its way through 07. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-6599099888400158408?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/6599099888400158408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=6599099888400158408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6599099888400158408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6599099888400158408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-month-new-start-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-1562804188189684516</id><published>2007-10-25T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:45:39.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;不久前，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;我认为跑是个只靠体力就能完成的一个再简单不过的事。错&lt;br /&gt;我又在跑了。不过这次真的好像一个人独自的跑着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;跑着&lt;/em&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;心想着跑的超慢的你，真的好乌龟。&lt;br /&gt;跑完后那红的夸张脸颊，气喘喘得跟我说你ok。我笑了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;跑着&lt;/em&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;第二圈，才发现我是一个人。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;我在我的跑道，你在哪？ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;不禁看了看周围，终觉得你在那看着。我没带眼镜，眼花了，完了。&lt;br /&gt;脚突然好重，周围突然好静，只听得到心跳声。好乱，好响。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;跑着&lt;/em&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;好想放弃，好想停止，好想你。&lt;br /&gt;可能很笨吧。以为跑完了就能再看见你，一切都会恢复。我更快了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;跑着。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;终点，我停了。&lt;br /&gt;恍然，呆滞。差一点就倒下去。好想死。好累，好累。&lt;br /&gt;看着天空。才发现时间过的好快。&lt;br /&gt;这雨季好像过得好久，好长。&lt;br /&gt;好想，好想。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;我还在等着，等着我所认识的你。在一次的对我微笑，在一次的把你封锁的心打开。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-1562804188189684516?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/1562804188189684516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=1562804188189684516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1562804188189684516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1562804188189684516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-749061733850756417</id><published>2007-10-21T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T01:06:38.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Over limit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i over-strained myself. Im bruised and my knees are affecting me again. My legs are so numb that for one moment i couldnt raised it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what hit me but i think i give in all during the game with the guys. Till the extend that i hurt myself during the game but i just dont care about it. It was till after the game where we hang out that they told me that im sort of push myself too hard and i need to cool down abit.So now i think i wouldnt be able to sleep well tonight. The thing is killing me but i think it should be fine by tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Another week gone.Time's running fast. I couldnt catch. I cannot stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-749061733850756417?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/749061733850756417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=749061733850756417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/749061733850756417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/749061733850756417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/10/over-limit-i-think-i-over-strained.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-2344921764617709164</id><published>2007-10-18T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T00:44:06.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An outing with the guys. Went k-ing but i think edwin will be blogging on that so i shouldnt elaborate much here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit late. No time to blog but happy belated birthday to my dear san jie. (Though most likely she wouldnt be reading this but nvm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here the photo taken 2days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564248131532&amp;amp;site=widget-cc.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564248131532&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/p1/432345564248131532/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564248131532&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/10/outing-with-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3998628991394230955</id><published>2007-10-16T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:57:47.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its raining again. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3998628991394230955?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3998628991394230955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3998628991394230955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3998628991394230955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3998628991394230955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-raining-again.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3341458067473324299</id><published>2007-10-15T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:37:14.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>下雨了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;变冷了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;安静了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;累了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;睡了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3341458067473324299?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3341458067473324299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3341458067473324299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3341458067473324299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3341458067473324299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3498310920090650777</id><published>2007-10-13T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:25:31.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagine yuan after a long freaky game of basketball, came home lie on the kitchen floor, drinking vitasoy which empty in like split second. Hand shaking, leg cramp-ing and my head was like spin-na-ro-ni. I had give it all today. 5hrs of game. Drank 2 bottle of 100+ and 1 1/2bottle water. 1 not-so-filling-but-splendid noodle at lorong 5 tpy. The whole thing last till 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;Woah! Proven that im not old and i still can play like i used to few years back. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then shower for like 30min. Wow. I actually took that long to calm myself down. Great. I should bath longer next time. Is kinda good to think of stuffs during this time.Its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now im actually lying on my comfortable sofa, blogging while watching hana yori dango 2 on tv. Cool and refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm,  okay im off to nua-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: 还是有点空空的。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3498310920090650777?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3498310920090650777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3498310920090650777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3498310920090650777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3498310920090650777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/10/imagine-yuan-after-long-freaky-game-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-7967939426572343876</id><published>2007-10-13T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T01:58:20.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>可能这个星期太累了吧。也不懂why，我想太多了。不该。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;家里突然变得好冷清，心里变得有点空虚吧。我那电话也跟着我静静的度过这几天了，熟悉的天使也开始少了点吵闹。简单的东西也花了好久才能学会！还做得很烂。笨！ -.-"&lt;br /&gt;但某满台啦！没事了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雨天过后应该都是晴天吧。 虽然说雨天很好待在家里软，但晴天还是我最爱的天气啦！&lt;br /&gt;哎哟！这两天千万千万不要下雨啊！我要好好的动一下了，要不然真的会变老的啊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:晴天真的很好听。=）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-7967939426572343876?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/7967939426572343876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=7967939426572343876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7967939426572343876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7967939426572343876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-but.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-4462191661240957582</id><published>2007-10-10T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:57:40.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Random Thinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone has his/her immature side. We all do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Certain part of me just need to grow up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-4462191661240957582?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/4462191661240957582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=4462191661240957582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4462191661240957582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4462191661240957582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-thinking-everyone-has-hisher.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-5320314714813641542</id><published>2007-10-05T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:19:06.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mon.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-5320314714813641542?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/5320314714813641542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=5320314714813641542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5320314714813641542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5320314714813641542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/10/mon.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-2783315098953114041</id><published>2007-09-30T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T14:37:23.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>October's Eve and its a warm sunday. Nothing to blog about just that i really wanna run. Simple and relaxing thing that i could do during the sunday's evening. I miss that period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-2783315098953114041?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/2783315098953114041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=2783315098953114041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/2783315098953114041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/2783315098953114041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/09/octobers-eve-and-its-warm-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-2409826216279527346</id><published>2007-09-28T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:07:16.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Affected &lt;/em&gt;but it'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much things i cant said it here. Too much that might change certain things that i dont wished to.  Sometimes i feel its unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta understand that things just happen that one couldnt help it to feel this way. Im trying not to push too hard. Some question that shouldnt be answered right away or wouldnt even try to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time&lt;/em&gt;'s the only solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the same way it used to be. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-2409826216279527346?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/2409826216279527346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=2409826216279527346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/2409826216279527346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/2409826216279527346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/09/affected-but-itll-be-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-4200918019523097698</id><published>2007-09-26T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T00:26:39.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was surfing through net and i found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-travelguide-191502005-myrtle_beach_vacations-i;_ylc=X3oDMTBzcWkya2EzBF9TAzk3MjExMzEzBHBvcwMyBHNlYwN0b3B0ZW4-" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myrtle Beach, South Carolina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-travelguide-191501910-miami_vacations-i" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miami, Florida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-travelguide-191501855-cancun_vacations-i" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cancun, Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. &lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-travelguide-475370-kaanapali_vacations-i" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kaanapali, Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-travelguide-191501917-honolulu_vacations-i" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honolulu, Hawaii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-travelguide-191501888-san_diego_vacations-i" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;San Diego, California&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7. Boracay Island, Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-travelguide-191501909-key_west_vacations-i" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Key West, Florida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-travelguide-191502050-sydney_vacations-i" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sydney, Australia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-travelguide-191501891-santa_barbara_vacations-i" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santa Barbara, California&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt realise it was one of the top 10 world best beach. Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-4200918019523097698?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/4200918019523097698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=4200918019523097698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4200918019523097698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4200918019523097698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/09/was-surfing-through-net-and-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-1342235296666578592</id><published>2007-09-23T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:54:52.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the start of the last semester for us. Was hoping to end the whole thing fast and holidays to come. But it seems that certian part of me doesnt want to end it so quickly for i just started to see things around me this year. Well maybe thats what makes it so valuable to me to treasure and appreciate what i had now. Im really satisfy. Lets keep it this way alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester seems to be kinda busy i guess. Coping with FYP and the modules that others told me about the scary part of that, but well we see how it comes. Im gonna work extra a little harder than last semester. This time im not gonna disappoint anyone, not to myself at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few months of the year, alot things could change. And after these 4months or so, somethings definitely will change. Good or bad im not sure. Everythings just gonna be so fine. And after all these, lets go enjoy guys! Wherever we might be, im so so looking forward. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Let's just pass everthing now if we gonna do all that. *Finger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-1342235296666578592?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/1342235296666578592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=1342235296666578592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1342235296666578592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1342235296666578592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/09/last.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-7182846132580949511</id><published>2007-09-17T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:55:55.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real short post today. Nothing much to write but well, since it's the good start of the week where Mum not in country for 2 days, so im kinda in control. No more nags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope gonna met Raymond tomorrow and brief him what we have done so far. Starting our log book i guess. Left about a few days before school starts, really pray hard can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Its September 17. Time flies. Timetable out! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS+PS: Anyone sent me James Blunt's latest album?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-7182846132580949511?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/7182846132580949511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=7182846132580949511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7182846132580949511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7182846132580949511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-real-short-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-7996004165663519035</id><published>2007-09-15T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T20:13:11.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bubbles Of Bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will it be nice if  tomorrow you were a happier man than today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will it be great if you are going on a long vacation trip with your love one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will it be better if there is no more problem around you that really affects you much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will it be a bless that if you arent living in this part of the world and everyday you live a simple life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Will it be a wow that everything i wished for, become/ing true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Will it be always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Always true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-7996004165663519035?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/7996004165663519035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=7996004165663519035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7996004165663519035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7996004165663519035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/09/bubbles-of-bubbles-will-it-be-nice-if.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-1075607819322941502</id><published>2007-09-12T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:49:39.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The Result&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my semester exam result and i did badly for it. Thinking how much expectation from others that i will do well in this semester made me feel guilty and perhaps i really have disappoint them. Time and efforts are all wasted on me. Doesnt worth it.  It just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be worst, might be better. I dont wish to answer. Not just studies but myself and the rest. Be it good or bad, im just gonna accept it. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna nua. Im really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-1075607819322941502?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/1075607819322941502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=1075607819322941502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1075607819322941502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1075607819322941502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/09/me-got-back-my-semester-exam-result-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-7938348813466087902</id><published>2007-09-06T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T18:19:04.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For Your Playtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off. Clap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-7938348813466087902?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/7938348813466087902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=7938348813466087902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7938348813466087902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7938348813466087902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-your-playtime.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-6074090714949288119</id><published>2007-09-05T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:48:11.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;笨蛋的黑色九月&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to clean up my spidey web around here. Thought no one may bother reading my blog but its okay, i just leave here as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the third day of 'hell' and yea, refering to FYP. Everyone's affected badly and it's pretty much a bad week to start September with. Coming to school for just project during holiday is a spoiler. Thought might get some part-time job for next year &lt;em&gt;毕业旅行&lt;/em&gt; with those guys. But ya i know it's not the right time to think about it but im just hoping that it will happen. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to our project. Afraid aint much time left. Just started learning VB and SQL and after much help from our dearest no life Edwin(might be sleeping now till tom morning), we got a pretty idea of what to do i guess. Rush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But September doesnt seems only filled with just project but something else. It's like a butterfly effect. Everyone gets directly or indirectly affected. Sigh. Its not this time. Not &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Got a sort of message from God yesterday. Coincident or what i doubt but im not a Christian ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-6074090714949288119?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/6074090714949288119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=6074090714949288119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6074090714949288119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6074090714949288119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-to-clean-up-my-spidey-web-around.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-315517349021136893</id><published>2007-08-23T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:47:47.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1hr later after my last paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with francis and edwin. Went town de-stressing. Like some dodo says"Exams finally over!". Great. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3hrs later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my dinner. Obviously the noodle isnt much a meal to me. Eat. Then rest awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-6hrs later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap with ws. And im like kinda disgusting when talking about jeremy but nvm. She steal my precious anyway. But he's mine again. Oh ya, lets hang out soon alright. Curry poof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-? later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time that kinda make me smile for the day. Realise that hair can really do me great damage. If you're thinking what hair is that. It's hair. Bla. Time for bed. Im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18hrs-? later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose be going gym at 11(Gym open at 12pm daily). Had my mashed. 2hrs spent training. Had meal after that. Went home sleep awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to start on fyp soon. But i wanna enjoy the last week of august abit more. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-315517349021136893?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/315517349021136893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=315517349021136893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/315517349021136893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/315517349021136893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/08/1hr-later-after-my-last-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3795140758422867711</id><published>2007-08-21T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:48:12.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;对你有感觉-江美琪 光良&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;我曾深刻体会对爱感到胆怯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;还好有懂我的你给我安慰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;看你失落的脸又再为爱憔悴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;我心痛的感觉竟如此的强烈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;眼角的泪它给过谁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;伤透了心也无所谓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;我会愿意静静地陪在你身边&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br 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type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-8083600150771694063</id><published>2007-08-15T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T01:24:17.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.15am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 main things running in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now i realise i miss sucha hell lot of songs that i fell in deep love with it during my school's day where me and my friends will sit down and sing along during the training days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know why i start feel like having a big gathering, asking all my friends i know, to get together and have fun. Sounds unrealistic right. But aiya. Its a dream ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's till this point of my life i realise i do little to my friends around me. Maybe cos of that, some gradually hate, despise me, finding me a brainless ass talking shit to them. But well, i dont see them the same way as they see in me.&lt;br /&gt;But i cant say all of them hate me. Some eventually get closer to me or should i say get closer to them. Im really glad ok. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should learn how to love my mum more. Maybe she dont need me now. haha. But what matters is she could spent her free time now doing what she always enjoy doing.  Kinda sad to see her getting older. I seriously need grow up. Its hard to be that only guy in the family but i try my best alright. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant really expect what im gonna do. But i was told to NS-ing first before thinking whats gonna happen after that. So i just wait i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better for it to stay this way i guess. Perhaps time will tells all.&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/38901639-8083600150771694063?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/8083600150771694063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=8083600150771694063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8083600150771694063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8083600150771694063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3668175952302037004</id><published>2007-08-10T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:53:40.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dull friday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3668175952302037004?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3668175952302037004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3668175952302037004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3668175952302037004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3668175952302037004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/08/dull-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-4826795105261204462</id><published>2007-08-05T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:21:11.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I PROMISE TO MYSELF THAT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WITH COFFEE AND CAKES I CAN STUDY MUCH HARDER THAN BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NO MORE CHIPS AND FIZZIES FOR NEXT WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TO SLEEP SLIGHTLY EARLY THAN BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TO DO WHAT I ALWAYS DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I LOVE MY MUMMY&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/38901639-4826795105261204462?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/4826795105261204462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=4826795105261204462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4826795105261204462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4826795105261204462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-promise-to-myself-that-with-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-9067698134994835907</id><published>2007-07-31T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:40:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great E for rainy &lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt;. Get through my nutty head that some thing is just better to know then involving into it. Closing one eye may seems to be much better than a fully blood-shot eyeball right? Take things easier now i guess.. =D Running and gym-ing has been great. Never feel better. But i just need a little bit more hugging my ahem. For sleep that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2months&lt;/strong&gt;. Little time yet big plan for me. Yea i hope i can do it for 19yrs of my "B" life. Im gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Know you cant see this but thanks da jie for running with your di today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-9067698134994835907?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/9067698134994835907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=9067698134994835907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/9067698134994835907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/9067698134994835907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/07/great-e-for-rainy-august.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3939138639905890908</id><published>2007-07-20T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:07:19.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;July's ending soon. There is still about half a year till graduation i guess? But i really hope it does not end that soon or i wished time would be longer. Im not trying think much from now on. Time does not allow me to think but i guess i do have time to do what i enjoy and been doing all along. Perhaps sometimes i cant stop browsing through my memo of what i did during this year or so. Yes i cant lie sometimes thinking about whats gonna happen later on in life that i might be affected someway, but hey im not that weak either. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In past, its really hard for me to show my real side to anyone else. Doesnt means im being fake or what but its just that i dont wanna anyone to see my vulnerable side. No ones does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seems like i have changed that makes me just open my heart to you.  But i try not to affect you somehow for i know you had enough of all these mental things that i dont want you to worry much further. I cant change either to make a person worry about me. Thats me. I would rather take in problems than giving. Sometimes it kinda unbearable but well i became much stronger after that and yea i sure have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Perhaps after today i wouldnt be telling much of what i feel now. I just wanna stay this way as it is. Time tells all and till then i be right here waiting. Remember you happy im happy right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Till then be my bendan k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3939138639905890908?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3939138639905890908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3939138639905890908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3939138639905890908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3939138639905890908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/07/julys-ending-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-1759754918085530443</id><published>2007-07-18T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:02:13.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;歌手：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/m?tn=baidump3&amp;ct=134217728&amp;amp;lm=-1&amp;word=%D6%DC%BD%DC%C2%D7"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;周杰伦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;词:方文山&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;曲:周杰伦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;☆不能说的秘密电影主打&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;冷咖啡离开了杯垫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;我忍住的情绪在很后面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;拼命想挽回的从前&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;在我脸上依旧清晰可见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;最美的不是下雨天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;是曾与你躲过雨的屋檐 oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; 回忆的画面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;在荡着秋千梦开始不甜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;你说把爱渐渐放下会走更远&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;或许命运的签只让我们遇见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;只让我们相恋这一季的秋天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;飘落后才发现这幸福的碎片&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;要我怎么捡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-1759754918085530443?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/1759754918085530443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=1759754918085530443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1759754918085530443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/1759754918085530443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-6101950209149239758</id><published>2007-07-06T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:11:35.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When one became self-centred, it gets to nowhere but just sink deeper into his world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-6101950209149239758?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/6101950209149239758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=6101950209149239758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6101950209149239758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6101950209149239758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-one-becomes-self-centred-it-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3137959833851744978</id><published>2007-07-03T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:33:38.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess i need to take care of my right knee now.. Felt a little uncomfortable when walking up the stairs but i thinks its okay.. Anyway its old injury when i crushed my knee cap during a game and i really hope nothing goes wrong this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesh maybe cant train my legs or running for this week or so but i still gotta catch up my pull up.. Hoping forward to go gym and train fast for there isnt any much time left.. FYP need to progress soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3137959833851744978?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3137959833851744978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3137959833851744978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3137959833851744978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3137959833851744978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/07/guess-i-need-to-take-care-of-my-right.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-4521967041695801169</id><published>2007-07-01T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:17:33.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea mst over! Great that another load is off my shoulder.. Its abit late though to actually start studying but well at least i made my 1st step right.. But sure it was my "pms" week.. *Nod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel that after some incident that is really straining or stressful, you are actually making yourself grew up in certain way , but it doesnt seems to apply to everyone.. In certain ways, environments do cause certain impacts to your life or so.. But eventually at the end of day, its your mentality that tells all.. Some say Girls are much stronger than guys mentality wise.. Perhaps? Its always like mental vs physical all while and i thought it might be true somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;失去了才懂得珍惜. Its a BIG thing to me now and its going to be in future.. I kinda regret that i did not cherish the time i had with my dad , for now ive started to forgot his voice and the way he plays with me.. For now my age is fishing or jogging with daddy, having mens' talk and grumble over how my mum nags at us.. Oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i hope im still like before even there might be some retard that intrude in my life , although sometimes it does gets a bit out of hand but ya i kinda got used to it.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya i really hope i could dine at f&amp;amp;c soon.. Im hungry always.. I need to grow fat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-4521967041695801169?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/4521967041695801169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=4521967041695801169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4521967041695801169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4521967041695801169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/07/yea-mst-over-great-that-antoher-load-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-230808357973364434</id><published>2007-06-27T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T18:14:16.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally half of the MST period gone.. Cant believe i actually "know" most of the answer.. Give me praise ya =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought i need alot pushing in sutdying but seems another way round. Maybe i should join cheer leading or something.. Till the end is my food that is pushing me going on and on and on.. Yup and i put on 1.5kg and its going to be 67!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov NAPFA coming and im gonna make it withing 11min of my 2.4km, 2.8+ for board jump, 50+ for sit up, sit reach 50+.. within 10sec for shuttle and 7 AT LEAST FOR PULL UP LA!! So hope on the road of tough training with me guys!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ws you gotta pass.. Amanda erm.. jump BEYOND 160 then see how ba =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-230808357973364434?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/230808357973364434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=230808357973364434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/230808357973364434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/230808357973364434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-half-of-mst-period-gone.html' 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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-38901639.post-3021687831704090595</id><published>2007-06-20T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:30:33.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those who name's gary aint human..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For time being i'll stay this way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3021687831704090595?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3021687831704090595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3021687831704090595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Love is a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;多美丽 多难得&lt;br /&gt;Love is a wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;就是那么爱你&lt;br /&gt;什么都想为你&lt;br /&gt;爱是一种毒瘾&lt;br /&gt;正在发作&lt;br /&gt;你知道我爱你&lt;br /&gt;会爱到很久&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜不必急着说&lt;br /&gt;慢慢享受&lt;br /&gt;连天使都忌妒的生活&lt;br /&gt;安静也是沟通&lt;br /&gt;几个呼吸就够&lt;br /&gt;说什么都嫌太多&lt;br /&gt;把现在的画面&lt;br /&gt;留到老的时候&lt;br /&gt;只要看你一秒&lt;br /&gt;那些亿万个心愿&lt;br /&gt;都简化成一句&lt;strong&gt;我爱你&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(幸福的生活)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-4745300733697051077?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/4745300733697051077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=4745300733697051077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4745300733697051077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4745300733697051077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-is-beautiful-thing-love-is_16.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-8078937065002919140</id><published>2007-06-14T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:15:52.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im just a outsider to see everything that is happening and i cant give a help. Really hate this damn feeling. Why cant we all just fucking grow up and freaking think what's best for other? Why should one makes someone shed tears over stupid stuff? Why should one say nobody cares for him/herself when actually some stupid fellow just staying up for the whole night, thinking that whether someone is okay anot. Now i always wake up suddenly, not realising whether its a dream or its actually happening. Im seriously confuse for everything starts to shaking around me. Blurred. I started to mix everything together. Right or wrong. True or lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot out there. I do care. Im just keeping quiet all while. I just dont wanna be another fucking burden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-8078937065002919140?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/8078937065002919140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=8078937065002919140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8078937065002919140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8078937065002919140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-just-outsider-to-see-everything-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-4962125714537387586</id><published>2007-06-10T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:30:40.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost the end of my enjoying week.. I have enough fun and hell ya, learn some Spanish.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's What-To-Do-For-Yuan's-Next-2-Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Getting started for Fyp.. Running out of time..&lt;br /&gt;2) To run more and cycling perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;3) To visit my dad on weds..&lt;br /&gt;4) Study for MST.. GPA of 3?&lt;br /&gt;5) Try to accompolish 4)..&lt;br /&gt;6) To gain 2kg..&lt;br /&gt;7) Mahjong at my house after MST..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-4962125714537387586?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/4962125714537387586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=4962125714537387586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4962125714537387586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4962125714537387586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/06/almost-end-of-my-enjoying-week.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-8067691827201855722</id><published>2007-06-08T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T00:01:06.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cant we just enjoy the last time we all are still together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-8067691827201855722?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/8067691827201855722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=8067691827201855722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8067691827201855722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8067691827201855722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/06/cant-we-just-enjoy-last-time-we-all-are.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3218613074260963226</id><published>2007-06-05T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:59:20.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im just gonna enjoy my time this week doing what i like.. Going out, jogging, starving good food in my mouth, play my favourite sport, everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3218613074260963226?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3218613074260963226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3218613074260963226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3218613074260963226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3218613074260963226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-just-gonna-enjoy-my-time-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-7414871620103790401</id><published>2007-06-04T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T18:20:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exercising always feels great.. Despite last week physical "break" from my weekly routine, i had more vigourous intensive training this late afternoon.. Apparantly after months of workout, result starts to show and its getting more visible i can say..  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep telling myself to spent each and every seconds of my life meaningfully..Maybe it's much easier to talk than doing it but I really do not wanna regret about what things i have missed or should have done.. I have regretted hell too much, and im changing slowly for the past few months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What im trying do now is to stay around with my friends and family.. Time's drifting fast and i cant afford to lose anymore of it especially to the one i really care about, for future is uncertain and i just wanna spent much more time with my close ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MST's coming and i THINK im gonna study for it seriously.. Yaya you guys might think it's the same old but unworkable thinking i had said for the past 3 yrs.. But we shall see about that after the results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly there is a handful of motivation going around me that keeps me wanna accompolish the impossible(Some modules is freaking me out though).. But/So it might work out smoothly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need extra helps in studying thats all.. Yes im idiotic but im not idiot.. I just need you out there to teach me.. *Nod?  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-7414871620103790401?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/7414871620103790401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=7414871620103790401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7414871620103790401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/7414871620103790401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/06/exercising-always-feels-great.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-5952867623149700787</id><published>2007-06-02T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:25:50.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm clear minded now.. Maybe some dirt in it but i think tts okay.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-5952867623149700787?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/5952867623149700787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=5952867623149700787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5952867623149700787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5952867623149700787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-clear-minded-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-286739926977475177</id><published>2007-05-31T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:48:33.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And i thought i could finish my 3 yrs diploma peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it rocks my world one fne day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im shaken almost every time when i sense it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps May isnt the best month afterall..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-286739926977475177?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/286739926977475177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=286739926977475177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/286739926977475177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/286739926977475177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-i-thought-i-could-finish-my-3-yrs.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-4278494950977902332</id><published>2007-05-29T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:47:53.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question 1:Am i doing the right thing all this while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2:Is there any future if i continue the way im doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question n: I really wanna know what you are thinking right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot do have feeling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-4278494950977902332?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/4278494950977902332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=4278494950977902332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4278494950977902332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/4278494950977902332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/05/question-1am-i-doing-right-thing-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-6671910220763480423</id><published>2007-05-24T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T15:11:27.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sis' back from australia.. Brought nothing much except my favourite Nougat.. Its really great to see her again.. Possibly going somewhere for drink or watch movie or shop or sing with my 3 sis on friday im not so sure.. But its really bored accompany 3 old women.. haha.. Kept asking me same question over again.. It irritates me sometime but well, they are my sis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTT tomorrow.. Stupid thing is i lost my book.. Dunno where i could find those question.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to me ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-6671910220763480423?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/6671910220763480423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=6671910220763480423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6671910220763480423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6671910220763480423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/05/sis-back-from-australia.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-6818334751256192243</id><published>2007-05-22T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T19:04:48.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3years friendship and i realise till last few days i finally understand them abit more.. Though i also understood that the thing i wished to have may not be possible for now, but i still continue this way till i grew really tired of waiting.. How long it will takes i really don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets continue this way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-6818334751256192243?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/6818334751256192243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=6818334751256192243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6818334751256192243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6818334751256192243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/05/3years-friendship-and-i-realise-till.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-2587518829361972036</id><published>2007-05-19T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:23:19.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went SengKang for bball again.. Thought i will not have any mood to play due to previous encounter at the court.. So met buds at SengKang CC at 1pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, after couples of 3v3, there is this stupid ninjado wanna take over the court.. No choice we were chase out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make our way to compass point where my NS friend wanna buy something for his "confinement".. NS really makes a guy despo, don't mention it.. But anyway NS makes you quite rich too, for you don;t even have time to spent.. So Mr Bald give us a treat at Wasabi where i had this Ramen that taste awful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast lunch and we decide to play again.. Thus making our way to the nearby HDB where we had "training".. Till then i realise SK is not a bad place at all.. In fact, there are quite a handful of good players and pros.. Wow i was amazed at their skill.. Argh i met my match.. Its been great game with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomr need wake up early for me and my buds participate in Food &amp; Heritage Race organised by SP..  200 teams for top prize 500bucks.. 0.05% winning.. Low but hopeful =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, need to marinate chickys now.. Tom chalet coming.. Hope we can enjoy ourselves.. *Cross Finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets have a nice chat shall we?  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-2587518829361972036?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/2587518829361972036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=2587518829361972036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/2587518829361972036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/2587518829361972036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/05/went-sengkang-for-bball-again.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-2502551497674817306</id><published>2007-05-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T17:01:58.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got this website from some friend's blog. It kinda amusing and got some joke out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look and you'll be amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=stock_photos"&gt;http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=stock_photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-2502551497674817306?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/2502551497674817306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=2502551497674817306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/2502551497674817306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/2502551497674817306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-got-this-website-from-some-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-3768528527679441189</id><published>2007-05-15T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:53:10.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok here's the plan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-08&lt;br /&gt;School. Preparing for NS. Saving starts now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;Overseas studying maybe. Europe here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2013&lt;br /&gt;Grab a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;202x&lt;br /&gt;Every guy's R.I.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-3768528527679441189?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/3768528527679441189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=3768528527679441189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3768528527679441189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/3768528527679441189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-here-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-5204119846085177834</id><published>2007-05-06T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T18:21:00.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I nd lullaby when im sick..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-5204119846085177834?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/5204119846085177834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=5204119846085177834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5204119846085177834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/5204119846085177834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-nd-lullaby-when-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-393351275147438061</id><published>2007-05-01T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:28:26.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/RjdWcT5fOiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RwEUpkhXl1c/s1600-h/DSCN2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went malaysia on Sunday. My grandma's 80th birthday. 3 years never went back there. Everything change alot. Almost cant rremeber their face. Didnt realise my cousin become such a pretty lady. ha. Some photo taken but left some over another side. Hope can update soon i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/RjdWcD5fOhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Hde5HXT5ERc/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCN2331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059607746456795666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/RjdWcD5fOhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Hde5HXT5ERc/s320/Copy+of+DSCN2331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/RjdWbz5fOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z0QwTmIVANI/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCN2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059607742161828354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/RjdWbz5fOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z0QwTmIVANI/s320/Copy+of+DSCN2324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N58ZPBHhOhg/RjdWcz5fOjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QH2hAAdDNGg/s1600-h/DSCN2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901639.post-8533032981192278898</id><published>2007-04-24T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:11:24.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“爱就是让你爱的人幸福。爱就是关心，爱更是包容。爱是那种看着对方恨铁不成钢的样子的时候心里还很坦然。现在，我终于有点懂了。爱，不仅仅爱对方的好，还要坦然的包容对方承受对方的缺点。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“刚恋爱那会儿，不懂什么是爱。经历了他之后，我才知道。爱不仅仅是占有，爱是看到对方开心幸福你就开心幸福。爱也不仅仅是索取，爱还是给予。“给予”两个字很简单，但是要做起来，人人都很吝惜。吝惜在有意无意之中。”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-8533032981192278898?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/8533032981192278898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=8533032981192278898' title='0 Comments'/><link 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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-38901639.post-6347290679515997319</id><published>2007-04-19T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:40:21.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Shiver&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy &lt;strong&gt;freak&lt;/strong&gt; me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not afraid of &lt;strong&gt;guns.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person's &lt;strong&gt;mind&lt;/strong&gt; is much terrifying than guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns shot &lt;strong&gt;32&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mind affects the &lt;strong&gt;world&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What &lt;/strong&gt;could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why&lt;/strong&gt; it should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For im afraid and &lt;strong&gt;petrified&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what i can do &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hope there aint &lt;strong&gt;no more&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it &lt;strong&gt;anywhere&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anytime&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; treasure your &lt;strong&gt;lif&lt;/strong&gt;e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-6347290679515997319?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/6347290679515997319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=6347290679515997319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6347290679515997319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6347290679515997319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/04/shiver.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-6992198461210514128</id><published>2007-04-18T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:53:43.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>解答。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得我问过许多人这问题。 “如果有来生，你回过一个轰轰烈烈， 充满无限精彩但却又像那蜡烛般短暂的生命。对爱情不顾一切的付出。还是过着似湖边的清水那平静尤长的生命，跟自己心爱的另一伴一起走向时间的尽头？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，不管最后选择了哪一个答案，都有它的道理。前者的人呢，它本身是个超爱刺激但却不敢表态. 是十分倔强的笨蛋. 他渴望爱情, 却因为爱情而陷如了迷惘. 时常因个人犹豫不决的态度, 让他所爱的人因此变得痛苦. 他选择了这生命是因他怕他所拥有的爱,不能到永远. 真的喔!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是,这个人却也十分爱热闹. 所以常常希望有很多朋友. 也是个会在好朋友面前展露他那超爱玩的小孩.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哎哟... 后者呢,属于比较安静的类型吧,不是再说我自己啦! 这白痴也是个倔强的天使. 常常我行我属,也是个天真烂漫渴望天长地久的爱情. 听起来不错,但为了寻找另一个她,经常拒绝非常多的机会. 也时常不敢表达自己对有好感的人所隐藏的感觉. 非常可悲. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这白痴有时喜欢安静,有时又喜欢热闹. 真犒不懂心里在想什么鬼主意. 哈哈,还蛮像有些人呢..&lt;br /&gt;以上的分析不过是从我所认识的朋友当中,做出来的答案.所以不要当着喔!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: 其实还有很多冬冬可讲. 嗨~ 不过我累了.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-6992198461210514128?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/6992198461210514128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=6992198461210514128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6992198461210514128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/6992198461210514128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-8882157308346225630</id><published>2007-04-15T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:33:45.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; 遇到&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你身上專屬的陌生味道&lt;br /&gt;是我確認你存在的目標&lt;br /&gt;不用來回張望來知道&lt;br /&gt;竟是我們相隔著一個街角&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這麼久了，我還是可以看到&lt;br /&gt;感覺你到底對我多重要&lt;br /&gt;不會被天黑天亮打擾&lt;br /&gt;你每一次的溫柔我都想炫耀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們繞了這麼一圈才遇到&lt;br /&gt;我比誰都更明白你的重要&lt;br /&gt;這麼久了我就決定了&lt;br /&gt;決定了你的手我握了不會放掉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們繞了這麼一圈才遇到&lt;br /&gt;我答應自己不再庸人自擾&lt;br /&gt;因为我有的我自己知道&lt;br /&gt;只要你的肩膀永遠讓我靠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我又在懊悔了。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-8882157308346225630?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/8882157308346225630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=8882157308346225630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8882157308346225630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/8882157308346225630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-117611996571343731</id><published>2007-04-09T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:59:25.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im 19 going 20..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its finally this time of year that im gonna to enter into next stage of life.. i mean there is still 1 year but it certainly aint enough for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stage of life where many things could happen.. be it relationship, money, life everything including myself.. Maybe i will grew more mature? become more sensible? or i just be the same as ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step i made now is crucial i guess.. Some might think its better to take a step at a time.. But i just dont have enough courage to step forward..&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly over the years, i have encourage my friends to ready, buck up and go through their obstacles.. They certainly have move quite far..&lt;br /&gt;But a supporter will stand there and contiune standing right there to cheer for their friends.. maybe i have stood too long.. Too long till i have no strength to move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cos of what i have been keeping myself from the other that cause me to be in this pathetic state.. No besties, no soul mate, no secrets to be be shared.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its my surrounding ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just too tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-117611996571343731?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/117611996571343731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=117611996571343731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/117611996571343731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/117611996571343731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-19-going-20.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-117570117505224387</id><published>2007-04-04T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:43:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its really quite a feeling to write out something from your heart especially when its night time, listening to music, nice cup of hot choco..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when we grew just a bit mature, we understand "love" better.. Though some find "whats love?" for their whole entire life..i still trust it, believe it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People said im a little more than positive, but at least better than little more negative right.. "Humans aint born to live an ending, they live to love, to feel, to trust.."&lt;br /&gt;Thats applied to me, at least for making me who im now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a situation where i cant help much to the person i love.. thats the dreadful part of it..&lt;br /&gt;For i cant let her sleep well in night, crying out or maybe inside her heart, waking up with fears and worries perhaps.. Its really makes you feel so helpless at times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what a girl/guy can do is to love you and support you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love who u really were...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-117570117505224387?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/117570117505224387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=117570117505224387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/117570117505224387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/117570117505224387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-really-quite-feeling-to-write-out.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</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-38901639.post-117552093342410174</id><published>2007-04-02T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:37:10.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something gotta change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went amanda's house for mahjong.. 2 losing streak due to some "UNNECESSARY" giving.. Dont mention it.. Dinner was good but just couldnt take it.. I have ulcer in my mouth guys, so have to take green tea as my rice.. And ya, it was abit spicy for me.. Dont laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those guys went on playing mahjong and i continue my losing run.. But thanx amanda for helping recoup some chips.. :)&lt;br /&gt;11+ and they continue going for more.. Crazy people.. Went home eat my left-over satay.. Im finally full..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company's annual audit.. Being working hard for it since last week.. Totally relieve when sadist goh(me supervisor "famous" for being treating me like a hell private) said it was good.. Not praising myself or something but i did really good this time.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Well basically my task are simple.. Data tele with flowing stock outside, test report and quality check are done for each project.. Its been a pleasure to bring those auditors around the factory especially when they are the "sweet" type.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of today's stressful work or just another monday's blue that i left no much energy when i reach home.. Realise that i dont eat quite much nowadays.. Even me favourite prawns seems to be a nusiance.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;1week to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something gotta change i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901639-117552093342410174?l=the-next-stop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/feeds/117552093342410174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901639&amp;postID=117552093342410174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/117552093342410174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901639/posts/default/117552093342410174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-next-stop.blogspot.com/2007/04/something-gotta-change.html' title=''/><author><name>ESY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887894487814630490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
