<?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-23298510</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:37:56.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living a Life That is Less Ordinary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-1514717483491907002</id><published>2007-10-03T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:25:01.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cried</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep. I dun know if it’s because I am anxious about my new posting or am I just not tired. My baby is beckoning me to rest beside her. I didn’t because I know I will fidget about and that would disrupt her sleep. Nevertheless, I love to watch my baby sleep. I think I may be going nuts but there is something mesmerizing about the look on my baby's face when she is sleeping (ok, I am nuts). No matter how I trudge along, and no matter what happens to me; I know that everything I do, I do it for my baby and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging cause of work and I couldn't think of what to write. Anyway, because I couldn't sleep I watched The Persuit of Happyness. I have been intending to watch it for a long time but I just couldn't make time for it. Long story short, I watched it and I cried. The story puts Will Smith as a father who tries to provide for his family and despite insurmountable hurdles and setbacks, he succeeded through sheer determination. His son played by this kid, Jaden Christopher Syre Smith, was quietly supporting his dad. The sacrifices by Will and Jade brought me to tears. It reminded me of my mum and how selfless she has been and always putting her kids first despite harsh conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been thinking a lot about what I want in life. I think I think too much. Yet I do not feel comfortable if I don’t put enough thought into what I do. It is comforting to know that I have the most wonderful girlfriend in the world who will support me no matter what I do. Despite our differences we always come to terms with our differences and shine. Like I always say, TJ is not an easy person to get along with and she deserves a medal for putting up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear baby: I may not be perfect but you make me want to perfect myself. Thanks for always standing by me and covering my ass. You make my bare ass complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-1514717483491907002?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/1514717483491907002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=1514717483491907002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/1514717483491907002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/1514717483491907002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cried.html' title='I cried'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-8547677555868959700</id><published>2007-08-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T08:39:03.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there comes a time in every man's life where he loses sight of what he wants.  I am feeling rather apprehensive of what is in store in the future.  I think I have lost me "mojo".  I need to buck up and get more focused.  With things that are happening in my life, I am wondering if I had entered the wrong occupation.  However, I also know that if I did not get the scholarship I wouldnt have studied in Australia.  If I did not study in Australia, I would not have met the wonderful people I met there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more ways than one, I am extremely lucky.  I am blessed with many things that are beyond the reach of many people.  I am gifted with the company of many people.  I think these people who constantly mingle with me deserve a Medal of Honour.  One person in particular deserves a  big hug and a huge kudos; that person is my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not the most easy going person to have around; for putting up with me I thank you. &lt;br /&gt;I know I have a nasty ass temper; for tolerating my shit you rock.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am the most demanding boyfriend you ever had; for giving in my demands you da woman.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am tactless at times (actually most of the time); for bringing this to my attention and making me more aware you can now be a kindergarten teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe my love for you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday in everyway I know I love you more and more.  If I can have one wish this National Day, let me wish for world peace..... Kidding.  I wish for us to live in bliss forever.  Love you baby. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-8547677555868959700?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/8547677555868959700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=8547677555868959700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/8547677555868959700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/8547677555868959700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-8925330128043626764</id><published>2007-05-20T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:51:38.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The past week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week I finally visited a submarine.  An Australian submarine in Singapore for the IMDEX.  I cun say much but I pretty much wana be a submariner now.  I know its gona be demanding, and it will be a whole new ball game but I know I will be fine.  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WATCHED POTO.  I think I am a clutz.  I thought the show was at 830 so I took my time when I was driving down.   Only when I reached the Esplanade that I realised that it was at 800.  Then I was wondering why my hunnie was bugging me to go faster.  Thank god I wasnt too late.  POTO was fantastic, I would gladly pay another 130 to watch it again (Discounted tickets rocks).  My favourite character was the phantom was fantastic, every single move, every single gesture I could feel his anger, his rage, his disappointment in society and the feeling of him being outcasted and extreme loneliness.  He was so good that I felt like I knew what he was feeling.  Or rather, its the connection between the minds of the wierd.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was Steph's paternal grandmother's birthday.  It was a rather traditional thingy, the first I have seen.  Everyone was serving tea to the matriarch and wishing her well.  I was standing by the side and just looking on.  It then dawn on me.  One of life's joys is to be able to spend time with family.  To be able to watch the grandchild grow up, to watch them as you watch your own kids grow from boys to men, gals to women.  Such joy, such happiness.  This is the simple pleasures of life.  Not the new porsche 911 turbo sitting on your front lawn.  However, I wouldnt mind if anyone gives me that for my birthday coz its coming soon.  Hee hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this song.  Been listening to this and Everything.  Love the lyrics, love the tune.  Kinda what I feel atm.  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flfDuYuy6aQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flfDuYuy6aQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, still thinking of what I want for my birthday other than u... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-8925330128043626764?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/8925330128043626764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=8925330128043626764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/8925330128043626764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/8925330128043626764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/05/past-week.html' title='The past week'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-5038923879114931223</id><published>2007-05-17T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T07:51:02.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life sucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life sucks period.  Been working so hard and yet things dun seem to work out.  Why cun things just go my way for once.  Its just so depressing.  I dun know but I got this headache while I was driving home from work.  Paired up with the bloody inconsiderate singaporean drivers; I could feel my head was being spilt open with a chisel and mallet. I studied so hard yet it seems like I am inadequate.  I try so hard in being a family man yet the feedback I get makes me feel like all my effort was for nothing.  The whole week had been so tough, lacking in sleep and throw in shitloads of stress and the occasionaly migraine.  You get the picture.  Oh well, gona go pop a couple of panadol and try to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-5038923879114931223?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/5038923879114931223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=5038923879114931223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/5038923879114931223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/5038923879114931223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-sucks.html' title='Life sucks'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-6710226284157030322</id><published>2007-05-08T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T04:40:38.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The suspense is killing me</title><content type='html'>The suspense is killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As above.  The anticipation is killing me.  I cannot wait to see my baby.  I think when she lands I will walk pass her.  Think I cannot recognise her liao.  OMGBBQNIGGASOYASAUCECHUGGINGCHINK.  I cannot stand it liao.  A gun stand to ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-6710226284157030322?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/6710226284157030322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=6710226284157030322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/6710226284157030322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/6710226284157030322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/05/suspense-is-killing-me.html' title='The suspense is killing me'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-5663370281751910128</id><published>2007-05-06T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T09:07:07.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's coming home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Baby's coming home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My baby is coming home, I am so excited. Cun wait to see her. Now I only want her to come back asap. I hate waiting, never did like it, never will. Let there be no doubt that I love her. Hope the feeling is mutual.   Miss ya hunnie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061479595311427922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnWCSZOS1-s/Rj384ARs8VI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HKt19ECioq8/s320/P1010231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my baby.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061479402037899586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VnWCSZOS1-s/Rj38swRs8UI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7YtUirp88mE/s320/scary+steph+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is what I have to go thru every nite.  She is scaring the shit out of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-5663370281751910128?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/5663370281751910128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=5663370281751910128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/5663370281751910128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/5663370281751910128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/05/babys-coming-home.html' title='Baby&apos;s coming home'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnWCSZOS1-s/Rj384ARs8VI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HKt19ECioq8/s72-c/P1010231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-147752411147427667</id><published>2007-05-03T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:45:55.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the season for the breakups</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its the season for the breakups&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, certain things have to happen in order for us to appreciate the pple around us.  Whether it be our loved ones or close friends.  We have a tendency to not appreciate those around us.  This is a warning to all my friends, pls show appreciation to your loved ones.  A kiss, a word of praise, a look of love or just an hug.  Pls do something to show that you appreciate your loved ones.  Do it before its too late.  For those in love, do not do anything to screw up your relationship.  In the end, regret is what you will feel.  Is it worth it screwing up the happiness of the later part of your life for a few seconds of trill?  I guess not.  Look before you leap.  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-147752411147427667?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/147752411147427667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=147752411147427667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/147752411147427667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/147752411147427667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-season-for-breakups.html' title='Its the season for the breakups'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-1042497904247289900</id><published>2007-05-01T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:13:23.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIssing you</title><content type='html'>Missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we learn to appreciate someone when we learn that the person maybe lost forever.  I learn that when you really love someone, you will do everything within your powers to protect the person.  And nearly anything humanly possible to be with the person.  After all that we have been through everything becomes crystal clear.  I know you are the one and there can be no one else.   Face it, you are gona be stuck with me for a LONG LONG LONG.  SORRY MATE, NO WAY OUT.  MMMMUUUUAAAAAHHhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU MY CLUMSY TANG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-1042497904247289900?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/1042497904247289900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=1042497904247289900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/1042497904247289900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/1042497904247289900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/05/missing-you.html' title='MIssing you'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-6655157558577399533</id><published>2007-04-30T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T08:56:06.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Balboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rocky Balboa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very meaningful conversation in Rocky.&lt;br /&gt;"somewhere along the line, you changed. You stopped being you.&lt;br /&gt;You let people stick a finger in your face and tell you that you are no good.&lt;br /&gt;When things got hard, you started looking for someone to blame.&lt;br /&gt;The world aint all sunshine and rainbows. Its a very mean and nasty place.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there&lt;br /&gt;permanently if you let it. You me or nobody is going to hit as hard as life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT AINT ABOUT HOW HARD YOU HIT, ITS ABOUT HOW HARD YOU CAN&lt;br /&gt;GET HIT AND KEEP MOVING FORWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS HOW WINNING IS DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you know what you are worth, go out and get what you are worth. You gotta be willing to take the hits and stop pointing fingers." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Personally, I love this conversation.  What was said is so true.  Unless we take responsibility for our actions, we aint living.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-6655157558577399533?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/6655157558577399533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=6655157558577399533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/6655157558577399533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/6655157558577399533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/04/rocky-balboa.html' title='Rocky Balboa'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-7569306072080099089</id><published>2007-04-29T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:23:20.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of a virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words of a virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a meaningful conversation with my bro. Here is some of the stuff she said:"&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately all couples argue from time to time, its a matter of sitting down and working things out. What matters is both of u know what u want. and that both of u feel its right everything else is minor when compared to that cos the chemistry and connection are the only things that u cant manufacture or work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful and encouraging words from a pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway sometimes when a person matters so much we tend to expect more. Expectation is good, it sets standards and allows for more to be achieved. Anyway just to lay it out, arguements are normal. So as long as it remains under control. When it esculates out of control and neither party notices it, thats when things get really ugly. In the end, self-awareness is important. I agree that I need more tact, with regards to that I am learning. No one is born knowing everything, give me a chance to grow and likewise give me the pleasure of growing with you. Nothings matters as much when you are not around. Wine doesnt taste as good, gals dun look as pretty and porn doesnt bring as much blood. Slowly but surely, one step at a time, together we can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love u hunnie. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-7569306072080099089?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/7569306072080099089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=7569306072080099089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/7569306072080099089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/7569306072080099089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/04/words-of-virgin.html' title='Words of a virgin'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-5467282950150536554</id><published>2007-04-25T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T08:48:01.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day of quarrels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just another day of quarrels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ex·pec·ta·tion  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the act or the state of expecting: to wait in expectation.&lt;br /&gt;2. the act or state of looking forward or anticipating.&lt;br /&gt;3. an expectant mental attitude: a high pitch of expectation.&lt;br /&gt;4. something expected; a thing looked forward to.&lt;br /&gt;5. Often, expectations. a prospect of future good or profit: to have great expectations.&lt;br /&gt;6. the degree of probability that something will occur: There is little expectation that he will come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div &lt;br /&gt;align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com·mit·ment  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the act of committing.&lt;br /&gt;2. the state of being committed.&lt;br /&gt;3. the act of committing, pledging, or engaging oneself.&lt;br /&gt;4. a pledge or promise; obligation: We have made a commitment to pay our bills on time.&lt;br /&gt;5. engagement; involvement: They have a sincere commitment to religion.&lt;br /&gt;6. perpetration or commission, as of a crime.&lt;br /&gt;7. consignment, as to prison.&lt;br /&gt;8. confinement to a mental institution or hospital: The psychiatrist recommended commitment.&lt;br /&gt;9. an order, as by a court or judge, confining a person to a mental institution or hospital.&lt;br /&gt;10. Law. a written order of a court directing that someone be confined in prison; mittimus.&lt;br /&gt;11. Parliamentary Procedure. the act of referring or entrusting to a committee for consideration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a point to ponder about, when you are expected to be committed in a relationship, how far would you go to be in it?  I know I would go all out.  Everything within my means.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it better to be aware of certain things late then never.  If you think you made a wrong decision let the person know early, dun wait till things are too late.  Likewise, if you know you have made a right decision dun hesitate to let the person know everyday.  I know I made the right choice in choosing you.  Pls allow yourself to prove me right.  Love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-5467282950150536554?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/5467282950150536554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=5467282950150536554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/5467282950150536554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/5467282950150536554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-another-day-of-quarrels.html' title='Just another day of quarrels'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-626083300968837264</id><published>2007-04-22T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T08:27:49.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Communication&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How would you feel if someone important to you told you this when you quarrelled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck this all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do all this imply? I dun know about anyone else. This seems to me that you are giving up a relationship with me. And everytime there is a dispute, this comes up. Its rather disappointing and saddening to hear something like that and incredibly hard to swallow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I agree that love is not enough. However, I also believe that love makes us go that additional mile. 100 miles, 100000000 miles for that case so as long as there is love. Love is irrationale. Love is also irreplaceable. I do not know if love will be enough but what I do know is that, Love once gone will never come back again. I have loved enough and braved enough storms to know what I what. I know I love you. I also know that I love you more than you love me. I hope that there will come a day I am loved more than I have loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inadequate we are as human beings. Different we are from animals in that we have the ability to consciously want to be better. The ability to know that what we are doing is not enough and to think of ways to improve. Conscious enough to know that: "Hey this is what I want and I will do whatever it takes to make sure it happens." I also do know that it also takes two. It takes two to clap when one party is not committed to make it happen no matter what, it becomes a slap. Clap I want, slap I shun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life will never be smooth sailing. So as long as there is a portion of life that is good, Life is good. By that I mean personal health, wellness of family, etc. If you expect everything to go your way and then life is good: be thoroughly disappointed. Life is full of challenges and hardship. That has been the rule, the norm, the way things has been since the start of time. Its either you learn to handle the stress or you will collapse everytime you face a challenge. Please know that whether it be a challenge, or a 1000 challenges, I will be behind you no matter what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am rather disturbed and disappointed that you asked for some time off. No matter what happened that thought has never crossed my mind. Just to let you know that when you asked for time off, some part of my heart cracked. Take all the time you want. I will not disturb you again till you are ready. Call me when you need me. Take care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-626083300968837264?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/626083300968837264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=626083300968837264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/626083300968837264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/626083300968837264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/04/definition-of-words.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-974555030846897100</id><published>2007-04-07T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T09:43:45.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgive you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I forgive you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgive you for the times you hurt her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgive you for not answering my calls when I called you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgive you for being abusive towards her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgive you for refusing to listen to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgive you when you choose to be stubborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgive you for the times when you acted with pride but regretted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgive you for being childish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgive you for not seeing your own faults. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgive you for blaming me for everything that happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgive you for making use of her mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgive you for all the foul things you said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thank you for allowing my life to be so much more beautiful because I now have her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-974555030846897100?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/974555030846897100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=974555030846897100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/974555030846897100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/974555030846897100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-forgive-you.html' title='I forgive you'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-7371744787137217424</id><published>2007-02-25T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T08:21:02.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa &amp; Mustafa (SM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentosa &amp; Mustafa (SM)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone like to SM?  Today marks the anniversay of my first SM experience.  Many pple would refuse to SM.  So did I. I never did like SM until today.  SM surprised me in that I thought I would never enjoy SM-ing.  I still don't.  However, I learnt something from the SM experience.  Anyway enough rubbish.  Today, I brought an Indian officer around Sg.  He asked where to buy cheap electronics stuff. I was like:"Sim lim"?  The driver that was fetching us around in the MID car suggested Mustafa.  And him, being Indian, eagerly agreed.  TMD.  I hate the smell of indians.  Anyway, we were looking around and it turned out that Mustafa was cheaper than the shops along Little India.  BUT BUT BUT.  The big butt is that we found an even cheaper place.  The place called Narajan opp e mosque at Little India.  Eg. the W50 sony camera at a shop along little india costs about 290.  At mustafa it was 285.  At the shop Narajan it was 280.  Power eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After searching for the bloody camera for 2.5hrs, the prata man wanted to sentosa.  And so, for the first time in my life, I sat on a cable car.  Waste of time and money.  After that was the Underwater world.  The last time I went to the park was 10 years ago.  I remembered I took 2 hrs.  Today, I went through the park in 15 mins.  I was running after the Indian officer in my No 3.  TMD.  Hot like fark.  That nigga is trained to run in India.  I am not loh. I dun grab women by the road side and then run off with the bitch. Damn tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG need to meet my bitch in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, HAPPY ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY DEAR.  CHEERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-7371744787137217424?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/7371744787137217424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=7371744787137217424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/7371744787137217424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/7371744787137217424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/02/sentosa-mustafa-sm.html' title='Sentosa &amp; Mustafa (SM)'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-3770151310594225128</id><published>2007-02-23T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T07:48:52.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Busy busy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say. My days have been hectic. On Fri, my fone didnt stop ringing since 8am. What can I say. 4 batteries and still not enough. I felt as though I was a fone operator. Work work work work work. Haiz. I do welcome the work though, it allowed me to keep my mind off the fact that my dear is not around. I miss my dear. I miss the things we do. I miss the times when we would joke. I miss the days when she would piss me off and vice versa. Time is sometimes not a good measure of the strength of a bond. In less than a month, we fought and conquered. It seemed as though it has been ages. Oh wells. The wonderful thing is that I get to see her in two weeks. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is absolutely strange. I never expected things to turn out the way it is but it is so wonderful they way it turned out. Not a bed or roses but not the end of the world either. Through trials and tribulations, the bond becomes stronger. Tough times dont last, tough men (in this case women) do. =) Fight for what you want and at the end of day whatever happens you know that you have done your best. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week is going to be crazy. Have some serious shit coming up at work. Looks like my next weekend will be spent sleeping. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the days to see my dear again. 13 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-3770151310594225128?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/3770151310594225128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=3770151310594225128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/3770151310594225128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/3770151310594225128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/02/busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-4494278687183995249</id><published>2007-02-23T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:02:08.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted Dead but preferably alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Wanted Dead but preferably alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnWCSZOS1-s/Rd_iOvKa4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gZdBIACOfcU/s1600-h/muahhs1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034992063546581234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnWCSZOS1-s/Rd_imvKa4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9GqLCf_deF0/s320/muahhs1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE ABOVE MISSING ARTICLE HAS BEEN LOST.  ANYONE WHO FINDS IT PLS CALL ME AT 1800-missinglover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-4494278687183995249?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/4494278687183995249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=4494278687183995249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/4494278687183995249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/4494278687183995249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/02/wanted-dead-but-preferably-alive.html' title='Wanted Dead but preferably alive'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnWCSZOS1-s/Rd_imvKa4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9GqLCf_deF0/s72-c/muahhs1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-8575172295759343472</id><published>2007-02-06T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:16:42.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stressed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everyone loves to be loved. I am no exception. Sometimes, when you least expect it, things happens. I am a believer of karma and I believed I have been a good boy. Even though santa claus didnt appear in the form of Leah in a skimpy top, I still got my christmas present in the end. I would never have expected me to love someone and be loved in return. Actually, I thought I was incapable of loving anyone else after the stints with my ex and the few after that. Then she came along, everything seemed so right. Even though, things have not been plain sailing, we managed to work things out. There were times I thought I could do without her but without her I got lost. And so I commited myself to the trials and tribulation of a relationship. Never have I felt this way about someone and I am glad I get to feel this way. Like many things in life, love does not come easy. I believe in working for what I want and I want happiness and I am willing to do whatever it takes to achieve that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I am troubled, her smile brings me hope. When I am happy, her presence around me intensifies the feeling of happiness. Feelings of happiness became feelings of ecstasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Work on the other hand has not been smooth. I believed I have worked hard but things do not turn out the way I want it to be. I believed work is work and you do not mix work with pleasure. However, I have been thinking about this concept and whether it does work. I just received feedback today that I am not exactly popular on the ship because I keep demanding standards from the men. Is it wrong to demand standards? Is it wrong to ask for more? Should I be like some of my superiors who cannot be bothered to do stuff and cannot be bothered to discipline the men? I am really quite sad. I have always believed that leadership is not a popularity contest but I have always believed someone would understand how I feel. Now, I think I should reconsider my own leadership management style. Oh well, its a learning experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I fall but I do not stay fallen. With each time I fall I rise up; better and more able to rise to the occasion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-8575172295759343472?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/8575172295759343472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=8575172295759343472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/8575172295759343472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/8575172295759343472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2007/02/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-116606386380015430</id><published>2006-12-13T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:37:43.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its back to the Navy for me. I got posted back to my old ship, Missile Corvette Valour. I like the MCVs, the culture is different from that of the PVs and the APVs. The Junior officers are treated like officers. There can be a certain level of professionalism and so the Specs can be trusted to do their job. I guess its because most of the staff on board on MCVs are of higher ranking or are more senior. I have got shit loads of things to catch up. The day passes by so fast and I feel like I dun have enough time to catch up. Sian. So much to do. I gave myself a goal of getting my refresher in abt 3 weeks. Must be pia. Need to get it so I can move on to my main job. Navigation. TMD. Damn scared. I have batch boys who are already my seniors in appointment cause they came back earlier. Sian. Focus, AI PIAH JA AI YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two days off. Ha ha. The ship is going for some shit that I am not trained for. LOL. SO much details eh. I can use these two days to go car shopping. Hahaha. GTG. Want go for a swim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-116606386380015430?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/116606386380015430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=116606386380015430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/116606386380015430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/116606386380015430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-to-work_13.html' title='Back to work'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-116565760897747651</id><published>2006-12-09T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:46:48.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Blog entry in a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st Blog entry in a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhhhhh whats up peeps.  Been a while since I blogged.  Kinda lazy and there are just too many things happening.  Kinda feeling stoned and lazy on a saturaday.  Had some drinks with a couple of friends at Robertson walk last nite.  Honestly, I think I am getting a bit to old to club.  Its the same shit everytime and I dun really pick up gals at clubs and so the story gets a bit stale.  Now that I am back for good, I have been thinking about what I want to do with my life.  I always believed in a well-rounded life.  Career, family, gf, friends, religion, etc.  Now that I am single, my lifestyle has been rather twisted that my mum raised a flag the other day.  Well, I got to party hard.  If someone comes so be it.  Otherwise, I still have my family to take care of.  Speaking of which, I am kinda excited about getting my new car.  When I get my new car, the first thing I want to do is to bring my grandma to go eat some vegetarian meal.  AAAYyYYYYEEE.  Respectka to da man.  My grandma is kinda old apart from her losing her eyesight, she is generally healthy.  For that we should thank the gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been about a week since I came home.  I have been meeting up with friends and packing my room.  I think to me, packing my room is symbolic.  It kinda shows my resolve to start anew in life, my will to truly move on.  Like I always tell my friends, we will never forget the ones we loved before.  They will always be somewhere in our hearts if we ever truly loved them.  However, loving someone doesnt mean that the person has to love you.  What we can do is to remind ourselves of what went wrong?  What can I learn from this lost relationship and how can I make sure I dun repeat the same mistakes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about relationships.  I have observed something.  Almost everyone around me is taking relationships to be means for a few seconds of intense physical gratification and exchange of bodily fluids.  The amazing thing that I have noticed this natural pheonomenon not with the boys but with the gals. I would expect otherwise but unfortunately not.  Times have changed, gone are the times when it is ok for a man to have many mistresses outside and a wife at home that takes care of the family.  Gone are the days when a man is the king of the circus.  Gone are the days when loyalty is a virtue and Dan is a virgin.  =P  I dun know about others but I think, personally, I find it hard to trust someone now.  Maybe its just me.  Ok I think its just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about me, the world is always about me.  Yes I am a self-centered asshole.  =)  I find it hard to train physically now.  Been working out 7 days a week and trying to lose weight.  I run every morning when wake up and do abit of weights before getting on with my day.  The first few days was really hard.  Now that I have been on it for about a week, I know I got to be consistent and carry on the training routine for a few more months.  I do feel healthier and have higher energy levels.  What is disappointing is that the intensity of my workouts are far from the intensity levels that I used to train at.  Maybe its age.  Age.  I have aged.  I noticed a bloody obvious wrinkle on my bloody forehead.  TMD. I am really getting old.  Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a note of age.  After the drinking session yday, we headed for some dimsum at geylang.  My dear friend Dan suggested that we go have a walk around.  OMG. I have never felt so embarrassed and shying away from eye contact.  As far as I remember, I do not shy away from eye contact.  I know no shame.  =P  As we were walking around the China realm, the gals were like shuai ge yao qu ma?  We were like wtf qu where?   Its like an ego trip for every man to walk there.  Never would you get so many gals calling you shuai ge.  If you have an ego problem, take a walk there.  Oh yeah, out of point again.  Anyway, as the gals where saying that they were making eye contact with me.  God knows why but I actually shy away from the attention.  I know that they are used guys looking at them, but I am not used to so many gals staring at me.  At least pretending to be interested in me.  Oh yes talking about commercial "sexizum", some men have erectile problems.  At least according to the Aust radios, alot of men are humping like rabbits instead of being a tazamanian devil.  Call AMI nasal delivery technique.  To all the boys, you have been living in vain if you do not know her..... let me introduce you to LEAH DIZON! TAAAADDAAAA.  She is a carshow model in the US.  =)  I LIKE.  WOW WOW WE WOW.  HOW MUCH?  Her eyes are absolutely bewitching.  If every women looked like her.  I dun think there would be any erectile dysfunctional problems.  =P  Kiddin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7174/2382/1600/594467/s1135179336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7174/2382/320/943325/s1135179336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talking about eyes, I think the first thing I see in a gal is her eyes before everything else.  After that I look at he big package.  I think men are visual creatures.  Well at least it applies to me.  However, I do think that in order to have a lasting relationship, there has to be progress beyond physicality.  She does need to have a character.  She doesnt need to be the female version of Al pacino but a few IQ points wouldnt hurt.  Anyway, this only applies to all other women.  Leah is exonerated.  =)  Ni Yao Qu Ma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-116565760897747651?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/116565760897747651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=116565760897747651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/116565760897747651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/116565760897747651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/12/1st-blog-entry-in-long-time.html' title='1st Blog entry in a long time'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-116059492773425432</id><published>2006-10-11T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T14:34:25.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am blessed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not been blogging for ages, a few months to be precise. I just didnt feel like it and there are too many things happening to be just recorded with a few mere words. Today, out of the blue a few of my friends asked me, why havent I been blogging? I was like, no one reads it anyway. Hrm... is it really so? If they were asking, they should be reading right? I was taking a break and looking and my bros' blog when I realised that sometimes, it is not the fluency of the language nor is it the scope of what is spoken that gets the message across. I know for a fact that my bro does not have a good command of english, yet, after reading his blog I felt the love he had for his wife and kid. The pain he felt to leave the kid with the in-laws. The amount of stress he is under to provide for his family. That made me think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought about how fortunate I really am. The simple things in life that I do not seem to appreciate. A feeling of melancholy overwhelms me. I feel sad that I have to leave Perth soon. Sad that my dissertation is due soon, sad that my exams are coming soon, sad that I have to leave my student life behind. Not a bed of roses nor is it a path of thorns. Although I would love to sleep once on a bed of roses. Nevertheless, a journey worth travelling and at the cost of a broken relationship. However, all is not lost. I lost a loved one but I gained many others. I realise that there are may ways of showing concern for pple that you care about. And as one of my dota friend once said:"there are many languages of love, what is yours?'' I figured after that my language of love is physical and verbal. I like to hug pple I care about. My mum, my sister, etc. Kisses only come when I am pissed drunk and I am only pissed drunk once a year; on my birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few weeks ago, on my convocation week, my mum came over to visit me. I realised that I have really been away from home for a long time and its about time I spend more time at home and start giving my mum a comfortable life. Seeing how much she have aged over the years pains me. I feel a heartache whenever I think about how hard she worked to bring up 3 kids singlehandedly. How many women out there can boast about what she has done? Although none of her kids are lawyers, doctors, I know she had done her best. Given the circumstances, no other woman can achieve what she has achieved. I love my mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking about love, I also love my housemates and my ex-housemate. I also love my buddies and bros. I dun have many in Perth and I would like to thank them for being in my life. I will tribute my dissertation to you guys. Tell me if you think your name should be in here. The list is as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan, Wayne, Jun, Shups, Freddy, Kong, Ben, Boon Kiat, Norman, Roger, Dan, Derek, Desmond, Ally, Roy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway most probably if your name is not in here. It means either i) you are NATO, ii) you are only around when times are good or iii) you only come to me when you need help and when you know that I need help you are no where in sight So bugger off pls thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same note of bugs, did you know that 1 in 3 adults have parasites in their stomaches? I think mine is in my head. Its making me so open minded that my brain is dropping out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-116059492773425432?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/116059492773425432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=116059492773425432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/116059492773425432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/116059492773425432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-blessed.html' title='I am blessed'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115673648862606606</id><published>2006-08-27T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:41:32.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words dun come out right</title><content type='html'>Words dun come out right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may be infected with Mad cow diesease.  Words dun come out.  When they do, they dun come right.  And when the right words come, the time is no longer right.  It has to be mad cow.  I think its mad cow.  Confirm mad cow.  I really think its mad cow.  Nice weather today.  So much to do.  I seriously think its mad cow.  On another note, one of my Dragonboat team mate from my poly days just lost his dad.  Life is so fragile.  Imagine my brains becoming spongy.  Mad cow.  Wait, I dun eat beef.  Maybe its from the pigs.  The pigs ate the innards of the mad cow, and got infected.  Wonder why I never win lotto.  Mad cow.  Moo Moo Moo Woof.   Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115673648862606606?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115673648862606606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115673648862606606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115673648862606606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115673648862606606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/08/words-dun-come-out-right.html' title='Words dun come out right'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115587002688624975</id><published>2006-08-17T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:00:26.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powersuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Powersuits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just bought myself a suit for my convocation.  I have always loved powersuits.  They make me feel powerful.   Black with subtle pinstripes, thats what Shps called it.  Shps was there when I was trying out the suit.  I tried on the first size, the jacket gave a nice smart cut but the pants were abit tight around the tights.  I tried the next larger size but it didnt look as nice as the smaller one.  Shps tried to be a good friend and said:"could you do with another 2 inches on there?"  As she said this she was pointing to my groin area.  And so being the cheeky me.  I said why not, bigger is always better.  Having said so, the sales guy burst out laughing.  This is just a typical case of Shps being funnie.  On another note about Shps.  Her birthday had passed and Freddy and me shared a present for her.  He helped buy a red panties with an autograph of some nigga on it from Dreamworld.   After I passed it to Shps, she picked it up and gave it a sniff.  Afterwhich she said:"feels fresh."  FOS.   I need to look for a nice white shirt for my convocation.  Hopefully, I can find one that is cufflings-enabled.  I was talking to Shps about this and it seems that she has a pretty good idea of what I am talking about.  White and textured so that the shirt doesnt look cheap.  A bit of class.  A bit of sophistication.  A bit of charm.  A bit of two inches on there.  LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115587002688624975?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115587002688624975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115587002688624975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115587002688624975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115587002688624975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/08/powersuits.html' title='Powersuits'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115571340850331433</id><published>2006-08-16T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:30:08.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Ranking of Universities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;National Ranking of Universities In Asia Pacific&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Tokyo Univ&lt;br /&gt;2 Kyoto Univ&lt;br /&gt;3 Australian Natl Univ&lt;br /&gt;4 Hebrew Univ Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;5 Osaka Univ&lt;br /&gt;6 Tohoku Univ&lt;br /&gt;7 Univ Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;8 Tokyo Inst Tech&lt;br /&gt;9 Nagoya Univ&lt;br /&gt;10 Univ Sydney&lt;br /&gt;10-19 Technion Israel Inst Tech&lt;br /&gt;10-19 Tel Aviv Univ&lt;br /&gt;10-19 &lt;u&gt;Univ Western Australia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-19 Weizmann Inst Sci&lt;br /&gt;10-19 Natl Univ Singapore&lt;br /&gt;10-19 Univ Queensland&lt;br /&gt;10-19 Kyushu Univ&lt;br /&gt;10-19 Tsukuba Univ&lt;br /&gt;10-19 Hokkaido Univ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can I say?  Wow?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115571340850331433?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115571340850331433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115571340850331433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115571340850331433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115571340850331433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-ranking-of-universities.html' title='National Ranking of Universities'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115557657987324724</id><published>2006-08-14T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:41:20.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Luck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been rather down on my luck these few days. Everything seems to be not going my way. Haiz... Sian. Anyway, I realised that I am incapable of loving someone. I am unable to commit like I used to be able in the past. I promised to keep away from someone and I will. My word is as good as done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn stressed, Mid semester exams are around the corner. Assignments due. My dissertation is behind time. So much to do. I need to come up with some resolve and time management. Otherwise I am so farked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115557657987324724?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115557657987324724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115557657987324724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115557657987324724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115557657987324724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-luck.html' title='Bad luck'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115448950017091072</id><published>2006-08-01T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:31:40.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you watch too much porn when....</title><content type='html'>You know you watch too much porn when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You think that MILF is a brand of milk.&lt;br /&gt;2. You think that tutoring is a hobby of your western european tutor.  Her main job is a porn star.&lt;br /&gt;3. You know the porn stars by their first names.&lt;br /&gt;4. You insist on collecting high quality DVD covers of porn films.&lt;br /&gt;5. You have you think that everyone is getting some except you.&lt;br /&gt;6. You have the porn classified into specific genres.&lt;br /&gt;7. You have a 500GB Hd but you keep running out of harddisk space.&lt;br /&gt;8. You can give a noob a walk-through on the plots of some corny porn flick and sound like a pro doing so.&lt;br /&gt;9. You think that every gal wants a vibrator as a birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;10. You wish for a blowup doll as your birthday present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above mentioned does not reflect my life in any way.  Just an entry for laughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115448950017091072?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115448950017091072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115448950017091072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115448950017091072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115448950017091072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-know-you-watch-too-much-porn-when.html' title='You know you watch too much porn when....'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115436559753770872</id><published>2006-07-31T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T10:06:37.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post by request</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post by request&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have not been updating my blog coz I was just to lazy and I couldnt be bothered.  No one reads my blog anyway.  =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, someone did read and she was grumbling why I never write about her.  Honestly, I have no idea what to write about her.  I met her two weeks ago.  A strange coincidence that I even met her.  According to her, I am a "ba mei gao shou".  Oh well, I disagree with what she said.  The mouth is hers though, so she can say what she wants.  Its kinda strange that most of the pple that I have met these 1.5 yrs were born in the month of June and July.  Yup, Bella was born in June.  Wait was it July?  Or was it June?  LOL.  July.  Lucky for me, her birthday was just over and unluckily for her; mine is just around the corner.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I mention that she is from Taiwan.  That makes 2 pple from Taiwan that I know.  Haha.  And yes, Taiwanese gals can drink.  Scary shit.  Of course, she cannot be compared with the alcoholic who drinks as though the wonderous drink is water.   And I must say this again:"Alcohol is the key to communication".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We kinda clicked the moment we met.  I was amazed that for a Taiwanese, she speaks pretty good english and can actually catch what I was saying.  For one, speaking proper english was amazing enuff.  The fact that she understands what I say when I am a motor mouth is incredible.  Anyway, its kinda cool talking to her as I can insert phrases of chinese proverbs that I learn from Taiwanese variety shows.   =)  And one very important thing, she has cute good friends.  LOL.  ATM, cannot think of anything else to write.  Hopefully she doesnt come hunting me down with a chopper after she reads this.  If she does, I will be ready to fight.  o-(''.Q)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115436559753770872?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115436559753770872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115436559753770872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115436559753770872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115436559753770872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/07/post-by-request.html' title='Post by request'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115329750388947234</id><published>2006-07-19T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T01:25:03.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A day of celebrations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is a wonderful day.  I woke up and went for my run.  After my run I washed up Wayne and my car.  As I was going in to the house, I went to pick up the mail.  Guess what?  I got invited to do honours.  HAHAHAHHA.  So many months of worrying.   It feels so good.  HAHAHAHA.   I BE HAPPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115329750388947234?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115329750388947234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115329750388947234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115329750388947234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115329750388947234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-of-celebrations.html' title='A day of celebrations'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115313319145707324</id><published>2006-07-17T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T03:51:43.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a darn shame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a darn shame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Humans are so wasteful. Wasting money, time, friends and many more. I just feel so disappointed with some pple. When they needed someone, you stood by them but once they stand on their feet, you are forgotten. I was raised not to forget gratitude. Its just a darn shame that pple who were once close in the past slowly distance themselves as they breeze through life. Its like the rites of passage of adulthood. If so, I choose not to grow up. LOL. I am rather disappointed. Distance is a problem but if you choose to create time for pple you care about; you will find means to the ends. Everytime I hear that someone has no time, busy with work, etc. I try to convince myself that there is a greater world out there and not all pple think like me. However, I think its good that I am headed a different direction. I once read that if you mimic someone with traits or values that you would like and if you follow exactly what that person is doing in life, you will get what the person has. To me, I am glad that I am acting differently from those pple. I do not want to make pple who are trying to make time for me to feel that our friendship is not worth my time. Hence, I choose to make time for pple whom I think are my friends no matter how busy I am. That is my value: Creating time for pple whom I care about. No excuses. No regrets. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually I shouldnt even be bothered about these pple. However, the half bitch in me says otherwise. Oh well. Its good though, it gives me a clearer insight of what I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been exercising almost everyday for the past 2 weeks. I feel kinda good. Exercising works away the excess energy, takes your mind off the worries of life and make you feel good after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am kinda excited though. I just paid for a Golden Retriever yesterday. I know I shouldnt be buying a big dog but I am always prefered big dogs. I went looking yesterday and Ben, Xiao Bai Chai and me ended up at this champion breeder's door. I looked at the parents and they were gorgeous. And so I bought a creme one. Cute little thing. Imagine this baby growing up to be three times the size of Snowy. =) Btw, after thinking the whole nite for a name for the dog I decided to just keep her name that the breeder gave her. Cloud. Wanted to either name her Junior, Summer, Glory or Snowy again but then Cloud seemed better. Might as well. Hahaha. Cannot wait to pick her up in four weeks. ^ ^ I dun know why I just found out that I love dogs no matter what breed. I should have worked harder and become a vet. Or I could work to be a trainer. Hrm.... Time to read more on dog training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115313319145707324?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115313319145707324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115313319145707324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115313319145707324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115313319145707324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-darn-shame.html' title='What a darn shame'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115269614763876936</id><published>2006-07-12T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:42:57.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up with current times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catching up with current times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures are finally loaded. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not been blogging since I came back from Albany. Didnt really feel like it. Anyway, going to try to fill in the gap as much as I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day of my solo trip, the weather was turning bad. The lucky thing was that I was able to get to the few places of attraction in Albany before it turned really bad. Was at the Albany windfarm. I think its a cool place to put the wind farm cause the wind was really strong there but what I think was a even cooler place was that the prison was beside the windfarm. Convicts being there are constantly jia-honging given that the wind is so strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda disappointed that I couldnt go to the Stirling Range as it was the highlight of my trip. Oh well. Nothing I can do about the forces of nature no matter how much planning I do. So I decided to drive home through the night.&lt;br /&gt;I think driving at night on a stormy evening is quite an experience. Its hard enough driving at night in the country, with the tough weather it becomes a a form of cheap thrill to get the adrenaline flowing. It quite irritating when pple do not off their high-beam when they are driving pass you. When the high-beam hits your eyes, you get blinded for that spilt second. Now I know why they say driving with the high-beam on causes accidents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I was rather edgy, I wanted to go do some trekking but the weather says otherwise. She says:"Drink and get drunk in the city, stay out of the country." Oh well. Talking about that, I have been going to this beer boutique. Its a belgium cafe on Murray street. They say wine is to france, drugs to holland, porn to japan and beer to belgium. And so I have been drinking quite a few nice exclusive beers there. So far I have tried 8 types another 20 more to go. And almost every beer comes with a unique glass and coaster. Its so nice that Shps have been collecting them. For me, I am just satisfied collecting the taste and enjoying the ambience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading quite a fair bit recently. My gendre of books are mostly non-fiction and self-improvement. I dun really like fiction cause they cloud my judgement. Reading the satanic book is enough for me to have second thoughts about the existance of jesus. Enough that I have a place in hell, now I am going to be there for a while. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am such a muggle-head. I thought Shps's birthday was on the 29 Jul but it turned out that it was on the 29 Jun. Oh well, so I asked her to pick a place in Lonely Planet Western Australia where she wants to go and looks not bad. She picked Mussel bar. I think it decent that in the 3 years in Perth we have not celebrated Shps's birthday with her. This time although I missed it. I want to make it up. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussel bar is a nice and posh place. The food is good. The service is excellent. The view is not too shabby. I think its a nice place to celebrate V'day. Oh well, what am I doing there with Shps? HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0029.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shps and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0001.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The mussel bar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We ordered Pancetta wrapped kilpatrick oysters and wasabi, avocado, seasame and granita oysters for entre. Then the mains where sea emperor in chinese vegetables, baked egg plant and some other stuff in chinese styled sauce and lamb cutlet in pinenuts and some other stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0013.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pancetta wrapped kilpatrick oysters and wasabi, avocado, seasame and granita oysters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0025.5.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lamb cutlet in pinenuts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0023.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The fish of the day, sea emperor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed to Westende Belgium Beer cafe. Been going there pretty often nowadays. Its like my favourite chill out place now. Anyway, shps ordered a Kwak. This is what it says on the tasting notes: "It will cost you a shoe. This fine brew was created in 1971 by Mr pauwl Kwak...... blah blah blah". When they said shoe. I thought they meant figuratively. They actually took a shoe from all the customers who ordered this beer. Unique eh. Hahahaha. After that it was home to finish up my Penfolds Bin 28 Kalimia Shiraz. Its really good shit. I think it will cost like 100 bucks in pubs in singapore if they do carry it. Its like 30+ here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The shoe taken away. ROFL. Heng I not the one doing the ordering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0034.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kwak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0047.19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Timmermans Peche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0046.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chimay Grande Reserve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0035.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoe Garden Grand Cru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still considering if I should go to Adelaide. There is only a few days left before I have to make an important decision. Oh well. =.='' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been chatting alot with J nowadays. I think its kinda good. She is pretty optimistic. By that I meant that she is pretty and optimistic. Hahaha. Anyway, her positivity on relationships have rubbed off me slightly. Either that or the books on self-improvement do work. ^ ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115269614763876936?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115269614763876936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115269614763876936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115269614763876936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115269614763876936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/07/catching-up-with-current-times.html' title='Catching up with current times'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115236215619902752</id><published>2006-07-08T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:44:04.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape into the wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escape into the wilderness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 Jul 06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7am Departed for Walpole. Reached Walpole at 4pm. Its pretty amazing that a 1.3l 4wd is able to make the trip. Equipped with a max speed of 85, even monster container trucks are moving faster than I am. Oh well, watch them buzz by me...... Wheee. The crosswinds are really scary. The car got swept around like a rag doll. OMG. In the end I managed to reach my destination in one piece. Stayed at the YHA lodge in Walpole. Its a really nice place, quiet and peaceful. The perfect place to do some reflection. Started to write little notes to someone that I care about. =) 2100, Bedtime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 Jul 06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went for a WOW wilderness cruise. Its like a must go for anyone who visits Walpole. They bring you around the coastal areas in Walkpole and describe to you the place, its history and things you wun ever read about in books. The guide explained the meaning names of the island and told us about the animals that are native to Walpole. After that I went on a 4WD trail at Long point. The trail starts at 15km west of Walpole. I was mentally prepared for something to screw up and something did screw up. When it did, at first I was like...hrm. I am stuck in the mud. What should I do? So I started doing all the things I read about in the 4WD handbook. After 1hr, I was like. KNNBCCB!! How come dun work? I have tried every trick in the book and the car was still stuck. TMD. I did not want to get stuck in the wilderness and since it1 was only 1400, I took the GPS, a bottle of water and ran to find help. Its not very far. Just 5km. Heng, I managed to find someone. In the end I found out that for the car to be in 4WD mode, apart from the switch in the car, there is a mechanical switch I have to toggle. TMD. Well, it was a lesson learnt. And since there was like an 1 1/2 hr before sunset, I decided to carry on my journey. After like 1 hr, I managed to reach long point. I was absolutely breathtaking and totally unspoilt. Well worth all the drama. I could get used to this shit. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 Jul 06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to the Tingle Tree Walk and the Valley of the Giants Tree Top walk in the morning. The Tingle tree walk was like this big Eculuptus tree that can fit a car in its hollow trunk. The amazing thing about these trees is that even though its core is damaged due to fire and rotted away by fungi, it is still alive so as long the outter few layers are intact. Amazing eh. Ripped off at the Tree Top walk. $6 for a walk in the canopy of all the giant trees. The bloody scaffolding was like swaying from left to right and excarbated by my movement and weight. Heng I never fall down. Its like $6 for a 30 meter walk in the canopy. After that, I went to a toffee factory. The toffee there was damn good. I bought some.... Ho Ho Ho. Santa Claus is coming to town. $70 bucks. Damn ex. TMD. Then it was this Bartholomew meadery. Dun know how to spell. Its where they make honey. I think I ate so much honey that any one who licked me will find me as sweet as honey. They also made wine here. MUUUAhHHHAAa... Anyway I tasted alot of wine there. I bet the lady was like bitching that this chinese guy is drinking so much alcohol. Ha ha. Another $70 bucks on alcohol. Ho Ho Ho. Then I finally reached Albany. Dun quite like it. Too modern, too noisy, too much traffic, too much like Perth. Damn. I ran away from the hustle and bustle of Perth to end up at a mini Perth. And I almost fell down a cliff. I was like trying to find a good spot overseeing the sea so I can eat my take-away KFC. I thought I found a good spot until I realised that I was like 1 meter from the edge. I have not felt my heart beat so fast since the time I dreamt of Jessica. Heng nothing happened to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 Jul 06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(to be written) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115236215619902752?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115236215619902752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115236215619902752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115236215619902752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115236215619902752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/07/escape-into-wilderness.html' title='Escape into the wilderness'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115209085886366944</id><published>2006-07-05T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T02:14:18.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loading Day</title><content type='html'>Loading Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes and the preparation is done, its time to load up the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0314.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I have to load all these into the small 4wd.  The backpack is about 25kg excluding food which will be packed in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything loaded up into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;View from the rear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;View from the passenger seat.  See the small grey box?  That is the cooler that I just bought.  =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When all is packed up and ready to go..... cover it up with ground sheet so that it doesnt attract too much attention.  =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am really looking forward to this trip and I hope that the weather will clear up in Albany.  After 3 weeks of planning, I can finally go on this trip.   So much frustration and money spent, OMG I cun wait.  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115209085886366944?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115209085886366944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115209085886366944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115209085886366944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115209085886366944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/07/loading-day.html' title='Loading Day'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115207192974379279</id><published>2006-07-04T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:58:49.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The deepest fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The deepest fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meaningful quote that I first heard in coach carter and now read in the book I am currently reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves: who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be?&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;Your playin small doesnt serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing enlightening about shrinking,&lt;br /&gt;so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;We are born to make manifest the glory of the universe&lt;br /&gt;that is within us.  It is not just in some of us: it is in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And as we let our own light shine,&lt;br /&gt;we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;And as we are liberated from our own fear,&lt;br /&gt;our presence automatically liberates others"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marianne Williamson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115207192974379279?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115207192974379279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115207192974379279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115207192974379279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115207192974379279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/07/deepest-fear.html' title='The deepest fear'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115204006352657613</id><published>2006-07-04T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:21:13.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post in ages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First post in ages&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been feeling rather dejected lately with Snowy dying in the freak drowning accident. Since then I have been thinking. Why all the negativity? Why all the despair? Why all the agony? Why the persistence in making myself feel miserable? The answer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HAVE NO IDEA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been reading a few self-improvement books and been thinking about my life, my lack of confidence in relationships and the pessimism about life. All this negativity is rather leeching and is causing serious damage to my relationships with my friends and my loved ones. It also dawned to me that for things to change I have to change first. Napolean Hill once said: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If you believe in something hard enough, that belief will come true."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think in a certain aspect this is true. All my negativity in relationships is draining my energy from things that matter. This energy can be channelled into making myself a better person. That way at least it will be more constructive. I thought that loniness is my destiny, there wun be anyone for me and that loyalty is passe. I once had a furious arguement with one of my friends from my younger days about loyalty and the right mate. This was right after Cheryl left me, followed by dear Faith and I was pretty upset. I was insistent there is no such thing as loyalty and that there are no decent gals out there. Not saying that Faith and Cheryl are indecent, just that I was not the cup of tea. Nowadays, the preferred beverage is alcoholic. Anyway, her claim was that me, being who I was , attracted the kind of gals that I have around. It is sorta like a self-fulfilling prophecy. Right now, I believe in that there is love. I look at my mum and I envy my dad in that he found such a loyal woman. I look at Jiaxi, Jun's parents and around me, I noticed a few more such cases. Its not many but it offers a glimpse of hope in that there is love and loyalty in a relationship is not extinct. The gf is a part of a complete life apart from being financially sound. Its the joy of finding someone to share your every joy, every tear and fear. Right now, I believe, for me to find someone to make my life complete, I have to change first. Its going to hard and its going to be gruel. But at the end of the rainbow there is a treasure chest. I look into myself and reach for the strength to bring me to my pot of gold. ^ ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Preparing for my big trekking trip alone has made me think more than any other time. I have to make this trip. Its a symbolic journey of self-discovery and awareness. To allow me to appreciate the comforts that I have right now and that things can be so much worse. Its kinda tough, especially when initially Snowy was supposed to come with me. I think its all part of a grand plan. He was taken from me in order for me to grow and become a better person. I say out loud:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Snowy, Daddy misses you! Thank you for everything" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think its about time I appreciate the people around me. Its karma and fate that our lifes are intertwined and everything happens for a reason. I am thankful that these people are present regardless of whether they bring great tidings or bad news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I should apologise to Michelle who came to visit me but due to certain events and emotions, I am unable to be a better host that I normally would be able to. My bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Shirley, thanks for the emotional support. =) You have been great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, to all the Cancerians, Happi Birthday to all 6 of you. =) The wonders of life's crabs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115204006352657613?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115204006352657613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115204006352657613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115204006352657613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115204006352657613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-post-in-ages.html' title='First post in ages'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115061422596565569</id><published>2006-06-17T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T00:03:45.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful day for the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful day for the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful sunday morning, for once, my bioclock was working good. I woke up at 7 am. God, I hate migraines. I had a very bad one last night and my head was throbbing. It feels as though some one threw a brick at my head. Anyway, I woke up feeling better. I have not brought Snowy out for a while and it looked as though his injury was better so I drove him to Cotteslow beach. I didnt have lunch yet so I bought some Nandoes and had the BBT that I bought for someone yesterday. That person unfortunately didnt get back to me and so I have a BBT for lunch. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beach Snowy was so excited, running around still limping though. I kinda felt bad that he is suffering because of a bad decision that I made. We found a good spot and then I started eating. And yes, that nigga just kept looking at me. Oh well, I gave him the ribs and seeing him chew away was so cute. Anway after eating, I laid down on the sand and Snowy started digging holes in the sand. I didnt notice but my BBT was half-filled with sand. Thanks to Snowy's digging. =( Didnt feel like finishing it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After digging for like 20 mins Snowy quieten down and sat down beside me. What is man without his trusted companion by his side? Look how cute is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seem to pass by so fast, I think I am going to miss Perth when I return to Singapore. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115061422596565569?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115061422596565569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115061422596565569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115061422596565569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115061422596565569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/06/beautiful-day-for-beach.html' title='Beautiful day for the beach'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-115013195264677740</id><published>2006-06-12T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T10:05:52.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love to many is a very puzzling thing.  Some love the process of being in love, others just want to be in love.  I am not going to explicitly define what is love but I am going to talk about how true love feels like.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people say that they have never been in love before.  I beg to differ.  I say that we all have fallen in love before at least once.  Since the moment we know that we need money to buy things, we all know that we want more money.  Why do we work so hard in life for?  Bigger cars, bigger houses, bigger breasts, etc.  LOL.  Anyway, its all about money.  WE ALL LOVE MONEY.  Money has a pretty farked up personality.  She goes to who ever calls for her.  You work so hard just to be with her and bam, in ten secs she is someone elses'.  When you are not around and not paying attention to her she grows fat.  And how promiscious can she be; willing to be exchanged for goods.  Despite all these, and all that she has done, you still want her back every single time.  Isnt that love?  That, certainly is love.  Tell me when your gf/bf does all these and you still want him/her back.  If you do, that my friend, is what you call TRUE LOVE, unwavering for all time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And people, stop asking me to go out and look for fling/gf/bf.  I dun need it.  Why?  1.  Too troublesome.  2. How am I supposed to do it when I am at home 24-7?  Well, I will get a fling/bf/gf when they do deliveries.  As far as I am concerned, you kinda have to pay for home deliveries.  And I dun like paying.  Why?  Coz I LOVE MONEY.   ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-115013195264677740?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/115013195264677740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=115013195264677740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115013195264677740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/115013195264677740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-love.html' title='what is love?'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114968575720338498</id><published>2006-06-07T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T06:09:17.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Been rather lost lately. Exams are just around the corner but I have no sense of urgency unlike my friends. Everyone has been rushing with their revision but I have been stoning at home. I have been on a short fuse lately, no idea. I hate to be lost, I hate this feeling. I have been snapping at people around me and I am really so sorry. My bad, please accept my apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going for a run on a cold study break around UWA, many things came to my mind. It scares me that it is all ending soon. However, what scares me more is that I really have no idea what I want nowadays. Everything is just so vague. My mind is in a blurr, my focus is off on the most useless of all things, everything seeme to irritate me. Its like going through puberty again minus the growth of the phallus. Wouldnt mind the growth but I could sure do without the mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took Snowy to the vet because he was limping. Why was he limping? Caused I spanked him. For what? I dun want to talk about it. Anyway, it costed a bomb and I seriously could have done without the hole in my pocket now but thats not the case. Its really wonderful that after I spanked him, he still comes to me everytime I call him. Like a little child, he longs to be hugged and cuddled. I kinda feels bad about it. I think I might have been disciplining him the way my dad used to discipline me. Not good. I guess childhood experiences do shape life in the later years. I think one of the things I want to do now apart from studying for my exams is to collect my emotions and behave like an adult. Having mood swings as volatile as a bitch during PMS is not cool, especially when it lasts for more than 6 months. Not cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One important thing, need to thank Kong for lending me his car for my errands around the house.  Thanks alot bud.  Btw, lay off the porn.  Not good to get too sexed up. LOL.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, time to go back to the books.  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114968575720338498?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114968575720338498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114968575720338498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114968575720338498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114968575720338498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114914752682400225</id><published>2006-06-01T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:05:13.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Baby under investigation for homocide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://clip.break.com/dnet/media/content/babykiller.wmv" width="400" height="320" type="video/x-ms-wmv" autoplay="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com?e=1" target="_blank"&gt;As seen on Break.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114914752682400225?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114914752682400225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114914752682400225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114914752682400225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114914752682400225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/06/baby-under-investigation-for-homocide.html' title=''/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114883124408994780</id><published>2006-05-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T08:47:24.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relaxed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Half a bottle of 2002 Penfolds Cabernet Sauvignon, candles, good music and a long soak in the bathtub.  What do you get?  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel refreshed.  Time to finish up the remaining  bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114883124408994780?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114883124408994780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114883124408994780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114883124408994780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114883124408994780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/05/relaxed.html' title='Relaxed'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114882863912076601</id><published>2006-05-28T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T08:03:59.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Some Random Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been rather busy the last few weeks with my dissertation, assignments, tests and presentation due one after another.  Finally after completing them, I get to rest a few days.  Was expecting me to be able to rest and feel refreshed but haiz.... NVM.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sian 1/2.  Tommorrow is going to be a new day, I gotta work hard to catch up with all the missed lectures and tutorials.  Haiz, I had wanted to go see the sun rise tommorrow morning in the 4wd that I was supposed to buy.  Well, I guess I am just not fated to have somethings bah.  Actually, I am kinda proud of myself for being able to refuse to commit to a decision that I know I will regret later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I think I dun listen enough, my mechanic was telling me that Lada were known to have engine problems.  I was like:"Hrm... I think it sounds and looked pretty ok".  Sian 1/2 he was correct and I paid to learn a lesson.  TMD.  The wonders of a good degreaser.  Next time anyone wants to sell a car, please degrease it properly.  Noobs will think that the engine is ok.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weekend was fun though, I finished watching season 2 of House Md.  House rocks.  He has an air of arrogance that oozes with intelligence.  If only I had forsight like that.  How cool would it be.  =)  And I need a life, staying at home and watching heaps of shows on TV is not a life.  S*****.  Hee hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been trying to look for a song by Dionne Warwick called "I'll never love this way again" but I dun seemed to be able to find it.  Bleah.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does it seem to be that pple only look for you when they need help?  Hrm... that in a sense applies to me and that kinda sucks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am writting nonense now.  There is no flow between one paragraph and the next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I have ADD.  I cannot concentrate on one thought... Argh. What was I saying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is Snowy sleeping so much?  Why am I sleeping so much?  Do ants sleep?  Why do I keep drinking winter kiss?  Is it because I want a kiss in winter?  ROFL!  I wouldnt mind.  ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want a 4WD so I can go camping and go to the places I was planning on going in June.  I want so many things.  Men are insatiable, or is it just me?  Maybe its me but I am full from dinner and BBT now, so am I still insatiable?  Maybe not.  But then again, I feel like eating ice cream.  Ok, I am insatiable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My skin is so dry.  I need to moisturise it.  I think I am going to soak in the bath and listen to some Jazz.  My room is so messy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argh, I hate it when I cannot execute my plans.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114882863912076601?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114882863912076601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114882863912076601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114882863912076601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114882863912076601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/05/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114848541105675955</id><published>2006-05-24T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T09:01:10.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN charging for each msg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MSN charging for each msg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MSN is changing the way instant messages are sent. They are charging 5cents for each msg sent now. This effect has to be instant and impromptu cause that is the diplomatic reason for why some pple just dun reply to MSN msgs. The other reason would be that they are so busy that 5 seconds to reply an instant msg would kill them. Either that OR they are just plain rude and you are not important enough for them to take 5 seconds out of whatever you are doing to reply. Anyway, whatever the reason, I had enough. I am farking busy these few days yet I take the time out to reply and for some, I just aint important enough for 5 seconds of their time. All in all, you can go fark yourself in your own little world cause I had enough bullshit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rude ass bitches. Fark off and choke on air (not cursing, just hoping that it will happen). =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114848541105675955?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114848541105675955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114848541105675955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114848541105675955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114848541105675955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/05/msn-charging-for-each-msg.html' title='MSN charging for each msg'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114832991983754156</id><published>2006-05-22T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T13:34:24.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissertation done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dissertation done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah I am happy that my dissertation is done. So many hours of work. Hope I will get a good grade for this. There is an acknowledgement section and this is what I wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to thank a few people who helped make this dissertation possible. Firstly and foremost, I would like to express gratitude for my supervisor A/Prof Yanrui Wu for his patience, guidance and support. It would have been impossible without your guidance. Secondly, I would like to thank all my friends who helped in the process of writing this dissertation. Thirdly, I would like to wish my ex all the best and even though we cannot be together, it had been wonderful while it lasted. Without you I would not have the resolve to do this dissertation. Lastly and most importantly, I would like to thank my mum who has been encouraging and always silently supporting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cool shit eh? My first major article. A few months back someone said that she will put my name in her first article. Ha ha. Not like it bothers me, I really cannot be bothered nowadays anyway. Anyway, a dissertation is so cool.... 51 pages of bullshit. A book of bullshit that will put you through postgrad studies. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114832991983754156?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114832991983754156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114832991983754156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114832991983754156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114832991983754156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/05/dissertation-done.html' title='Dissertation done'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114831145676632116</id><published>2006-05-22T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T08:27:31.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral care survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oral care survey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frd sent me a survey to do for him. I think the dissertation is getting to me. I am going nuts. Here are some of the questions and my answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How often do you purchase new toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;A: ...... when the old one finishes????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are the things you don't like about the brand you are using?&lt;br /&gt;A: Brand of what? Condoms or bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you used the following toothpaste before; What about Darlie toothpaste? Tell me a little of your experience if you have used it before.&lt;br /&gt;A: I am not a nigga, I dun use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What about Oral-B toothpaste? Tell me a little of your experience if you have used it before.&lt;br /&gt;A: Some oral experience elsewhere would be nice, but dun rly like the feel of it in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you heard of Crest toothpaste? If so, from where?&lt;br /&gt;A: No idea what it is, is it some kind of bra from Africa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you think of Oral-B toothbrush? Is it a premium brand to you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope, aussie made = useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. =) Student surveys from Singapore. Study in Aust pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114831145676632116?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114831145676632116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114831145676632116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114831145676632116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114831145676632116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/05/oral-care-survey.html' title='Oral care survey'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114811360965064882</id><published>2006-05-20T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:26:49.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing up my point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clearing up my point&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan was saying that I missed interpreted his view on the "companionship" kind of relationship.  Well, the part about good companionship is his point of view.  I added the come as you want go as you please part.  Its just my two cents worth of shit.  After all that happened to me and the people around me I find that a relationship is just a verbal agreement between two person of promises monogamy but it can be revoked anytime either party wants out.  That is why I think screw marriage.  Go surrogate mothers.  ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much drama in this life, I guess as you grow older more things happen and you then to learn more from everything that happens.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never, ever,  let anyone deny you of education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114811360965064882?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114811360965064882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114811360965064882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114811360965064882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114811360965064882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/05/clearing-up-my-point.html' title='Clearing up my point'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114811218916368768</id><published>2006-05-20T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:04:46.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Lynch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephen Lynch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is really funnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXS7-94RmyI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114811218916368768?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114811218916368768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114811218916368768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114811218916368768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114811218916368768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/05/stephen-lynch.html' title='Stephen Lynch'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114787082819782384</id><published>2006-05-17T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T06:00:28.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Reasons why I signed on the Navy</title><content type='html'>5 Reasons why I signed on the navy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I love travelling and I dun want to be a waiter on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love my country, pple and want to protect this land that I walk on.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love the sun, sand and sea.&lt;br /&gt;2.  The money is good.&lt;br /&gt;1.  I dun believe in monogamy.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each day passes, I am starting to agree with Ryan's concept of companionship.  No strings attached, come as you want go as you pls kinda relationship.  I think the relationship of the future would be one whereby you have kids with a partner but you are not legally binded together.  The kid is just a process of ensuring superior genes get pass on to later generations.   Do you concur?  Msg me for a discussion.  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114787082819782384?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114787082819782384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114787082819782384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114787082819782384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114787082819782384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/05/3-reasons-why-i-signed-on-navy.html' title='3 Reasons why I signed on the Navy'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114786999706498761</id><published>2006-05-17T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T05:46:37.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day in the life of a dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just another day in the life of a dog&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am Snowy, going to be 16weeks old this  Fri.  If you want to buy me a present, do so.  What are you waiting for? You dun need my birthday to buy me a present. Ok, I gtg now. Need to pick up some nice chicks for my owner and take a smoke break. Ciao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/1600/smoking%20snowy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/smoking%20snowy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/23298510-114786999706498761?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114786999706498761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114786999706498761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114786999706498761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114786999706498761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-another-day-in-life-of-dog.html' title='Just another day in the life of a dog'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114770266453609870</id><published>2006-05-15T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T07:17:45.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitching Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitching Post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.  I am in a bitching mode today.  Basically nothing is going well.   I woke up late, the internet got farked.  Then the website where I get most of my data for my dissertation from is down.  Then I kept running around all the labs thinking its a computer problem when actually its the host problem.  Then when I came home Snowy peed and shitted again on the floor.  TMD.  Then I dun kw why I farking messaged pple who cun be bothered to reply or have the courtesy to reply.  Thats it, I am not going to waste my time on these pple.  If the friendship between me is not worth the 15 cents to tell me that you are busy and cannot be on msn, then screw you and may you die alone.  God damn it, the bloody UN website is down and I cannot do shit.  Bloody pissed.  Going to play dota and pawn pple to vent my anger.  t.t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114770266453609870?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114770266453609870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114770266453609870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114770266453609870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114770266453609870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/05/bitching-post.html' title='Bitching Post'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114760420981433370</id><published>2006-05-14T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T03:59:22.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilary Harbour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilary Harbour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On friday night, Ann asked me out for dinner. I suggested Korean food as I had a craving for it. It was the same restaurant that Jun recommended a while back. We ordered heaps of stuff; Kim chee pancakes, Bqq combination meat platter or something like that and Kim chee seafood soup. Personally, I like the place. Chatted and laughed while we cooked the meat on a sizzling plate. Btw, I ordered like heaps coz she said she was hungry. ROFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After dinner, I felt like going to Hilary Harbour. That place, like King's park and many others bring sweet memories. I used to go to these places alone to remember the past. =) What to do, sentimental freakshow. I asked her if she wanted to come along and she said ok. So I drove back to my place grabbed a couple of jackets, a bottle of wine and a groundsheet and so we left for Hilary's. Normally the trip down would take 20 mins or less. This time it took like 2hrs. WTF. Ok, its my fault as well as Ann's. I kinda took the wrong exit and then Ann was saying: "just go straight". And so I went straight. BAD MISTAKE. We ended up in a new suburb. And the most exciting (bad choice of word here) thing was that no matter how I turned and which turn I took, I always ended up at this road. Kingbridge st and Connelly dr. To make matters worse, Kong's directory was old and so the new streets were not in it. KNN. Then my's mind started to play tricks on me. I didnt tell Ann but it was like one of those scary movie..... after getting lost and repeatedly returning to a certain street, something bad (abit like final destination) would happen and ....... ok not going there. So after circling the new estate for 2 hrs, we asked for directions from some strangers. It was two kids with the hairstyle of Hurley from Lost. WTF! God they need a proper hairdresser. That explains why Australian Immigration gives more points for pple who can do hairdressing. Anyway, they the directions they gave was good and so we made our way out. After like 2.5hrs, we finally reached Hilary harbour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always liked this lighthouse that was there and so I made base camp there. Opened the bottle of wine and voila. All was well and I was happy. Ann is pretty good company though, plenty of laughter and not that bad to talk to. I cannot stand pple who are like vases, like to look at and the only thing that they do well is holding 70% of their weight in water. It sucks. After sitting there and letting our asses chill in the cold for about 1.5hrs we left for mackers. Kong called me earlier and asked for a big mac. Bloody beef eaters, poor cow. All in all, it was a great night. =) The wonders of good company. I cun say that I am good company to Ann but she was good company to me. ^_^ ok, Time to do my dissertation. Lagging behind time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114760420981433370?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114760420981433370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114760420981433370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114760420981433370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114760420981433370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/05/hilary-harbour.html' title='Hilary Harbour'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114760284470030862</id><published>2006-05-14T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T03:34:04.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ally Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ally Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not been blogging cause I was busy and stuff but a few of my friends were asking why I stopped so here I am making time to pop in a few short entries.  9 May is Alison Tang Xian Hui's birthday.   The sunday before we went shopping for her present and I was pretty pleased what we got her.  A deco piece that is functional.  Nice to see, good to use.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The scented candles on a very nice plate.  Check out the scented rose petals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the actually day itself, we went to Atlantica at Subiaco.  Its actually quite a nice place, the service was pretty good.  The ambience was not bad too.  Ally, Freddy, Roy and me shared a seafood platter deluxe.  Its about 110 I think but I think its good shit.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/1600/seafood%20delux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/seafood%20delux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check this shit out, white bait, lobster, mussels, oysters, fried fish, scallops, wing of snapper, prawns and octopus testicles, erm wait.  It tentacles.   =P  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a pretty good dinner and given the fact that Ally brought 3 bottles of wine.  It was great.  I wonder if its the wine or the food that made it great.  Or was it the company.  The politically correct answer is company but personally I would say its the wine.  Alcohol is the key to communications.  Time for the next entry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114760284470030862?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114760284470030862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114760284470030862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114760284470030862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114760284470030862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/05/ally-birthday_14.html' title='Ally Birthday'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114663455894557708</id><published>2006-05-02T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:35:58.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time heals all wounds but leaves all the scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time heals all wounds but leaves all the scars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How true is that?  I personally agree with this sentence.  I read it from a gossip mag about this man who lost his son to HIV.  His young kid got the virus from a blood transfusion.  Dun ask why I am reading the gossip mag, it was lying on the dining table and my eyes needed something to read.  Its really amazing how the human mind can will itself out of pain.  Denial is one way and the saying that time heals all wounds is nothing but a form of escape, a form of relieve from the cruel realities of life.  Face it, its just an excuse.  But who cares, if it works and aint broken dun fix it.  =)  Fight or flight it doesnt matter as long as it works.  Ok gtg.  Class at two.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114663455894557708?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114663455894557708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114663455894557708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114663455894557708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114663455894557708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-heals-all-wounds-but-leaves-all.html' title='Time heals all wounds but leaves all the scars'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114641757483275907</id><published>2006-04-30T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T10:19:34.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Garden - Dreamcatcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Secret Garden - Dreamcatcher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to this album for the last two days.  I like quite a few songs in this album.  Its very serene with the ability to stirr up emotions.  Gets me all emotional and SNAGish.   You can really feel the emotions boiling.  Music tames the beast.  This beast has been tamed by music.  Honestly, I would prefer taming by some hot chick but I guess this will do.  =P  Some of the tracks have a classical feel to it and some have a Irish flavour to it.  All in all, I really like this album.  Courtesy of Ryan.  Thanks bro.  My favourite two tracks are Daigo and Song From a Secret Garden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/1600/B00004TF24.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/B00004TF24.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/23298510-114641757483275907?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114641757483275907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114641757483275907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114641757483275907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114641757483275907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/secret-garden-dreamcatcher.html' title='Secret Garden - Dreamcatcher'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114641605299760403</id><published>2006-04-30T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T09:54:13.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snowy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snowy is twelve weeks old.  And this post is all about him.  I think he is a very good boy and is very obedient.  He pees and shit because he has no concept on where to do it.  Otherwise, he is quite obedient.  I have spanked him a few times and I honestly dun feel good after that.  I think I feel like I am Daddy to him.  I look at him and I just feel so happy.  Its like nothing else matters.  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, at twelve weeks puppies are supposed to go for a second vaccine.  After that vaccine, you are supposed to wait other two weeks before you can bring your dog out for a walk.  I was like:"WTF!  Screw it, he is going for a walk with me."  Like toddler, Snowy is a puppy.  And like babies, he is curious about everything.  You can see the joy on his face when he jumps around in the park and get so excited.  The joys of having a dog. =)  Aint gona talk about the pain of having one here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jun was telling me that dogs are a reflection of their owners.  Hrm.... I think so to a certain extent.  Why?  On Sat, I went to Piney Lakes with Ben.  Ben brought Polly and Toby and I brought Snowy.  It was Snowy's first time out of the house and in a dog park.  And so Snowy was all hyper and happy.  So we were happily walking along the track when I see this Chio Bu walking towards us. And I think Snowy noticed too.  When the gal passed us, that nigga turned around and followed her.  I was like WTF Nigga!  And on Sun, two young and pretty Ang Mo gals were walking behind us.  We were walking very slowly and coz Snowy stopped to sniff at every leave that was on the floor.  Of course the gals caught up after a while.  And who can resist the temptation of a puppy.  They stopped to pet Snowy.  After they petted him, the nigga just sped up and followed them.  TMD.  Well at least I know that he has good taste in women.  Actually anyone has better taste in women than me.  ROFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets talk about the walk at Matilda Bay today.  Snowy hates water.  Seriously, if that nigga didnt need water to survive he would not touch water.  The story goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I brought Snowy to Matilda Bay.  The was like excited and bouncing and hopping all over the place.  The next thing I know, he jumped head first into water.  At that moment, I burst out laughing when I saw how pathetic he looked.   And yes, he could swim.  I guess dogs are natural swimmers whether they like water or not.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking forward to the dog socialising classes tommorrow.  =)  Hope I can meet some hot bitches there tommorrow.  I aint talking about dogs here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114641605299760403?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114641605299760403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114641605299760403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114641605299760403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114641605299760403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/snowy_114641605299760403.html' title='Snowy'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114608526344626944</id><published>2006-04-26T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:04:07.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking up on some self reflection techniques and I happened to come across the Naikan technique: &lt;a href="http://www.todoinstitute.org/naikan.html"&gt;http://www.todoinstitute.org/naikan.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a form of self awareness technique from Japan. Spending like 30 mins in the bath tub I started to question why was I so affected by Faith. Why did I close up? Was she the cause of my rage? Partly, yes but I think its something else. Something that is buried in the subconscious. The brain always tries to take the easiest way out; it doesnt like to work to hard. Maybe its just my brain. Anyway, after pondering I realised that I needed closure from my previous relationship of 6.5 years. I thought I wasnt affected at all and I could graciously walk away like nothing happened. Why did I think closure? Well, I have to thank Adz for this. A few weeks ago, she was telling me to have a closure with Faith and I thought:" What was there to close? How important can it be? Just move on." 2 plus 2 often gives 4. In the case of the human brain, it is so wonderous that 2 plus 2 gives 5. The additional 1 came from the synergy of ideas. I once read that forgiveness is the best way to let go. I used to think otherwise but on this night, the 26th of April 2006. I forgave and truly for once in a very long time I feel pounds lighter, not off my waist but off my shoulder. And so I wrote an email to my ex telling her that I forgave her and I sincerely hope that she will have a great life (even though a part of me says otherwise =P). But all in all, it feels good to be so gracious and wish her well. It not exactly the greatess thing to be talking about but I think its a milestone for me. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note, I am kinda worried about home. My sister has not been online for like weeks and I wonder what is going on. I think I better call home tomorrow. Meanwhile, I need to carry on working on my dissertation. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114608526344626944?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114608526344626944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114608526344626944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114608526344626944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114608526344626944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114608001218982586</id><published>2006-04-26T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T12:33:32.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool basketball tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cool basketball tricks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqj9qw6kWfw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqj9qw6kWfw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114607954882970432</id><published>2006-04-26T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T12:28:01.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If he can do it so can you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If he can do it so can you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed SRC="http://clip.break.com/dnet/media/content/walrusworkout.wmv" WIDTH="400" HEIGHT="320" AUTOPLAY="false" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com?e=1" target="_blank"&gt;As seen on Break.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114607954882970432?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114578268842883318</id><published>2006-04-23T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T02:00:13.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adz's bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adz's bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Apr, the bday of one of my best girlfriends. Actually my only best girlfriend, you dun count Jun as a girl. Kidding, Jun is a brother, Adz is a girlfriend. =) Anyway, this post is going to be about the birthday girl and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun and me were invited to a dinner at the Old Swan Brewery. I think the place is ok but I think the stuff there is overpriced. You are paying for food that is ok and a view that you dun get to enjoy. The only saving grace was the company but then again, you can get the same company when you have a meal at mackers too. =) I aint gonna post any pics on the food coz this post aint about that. Anyway, the theme of the dinner was "back to school". Well, I kinda hated fancy stuff like that but for the bday gal I tried and I went as a nerd and Jun was a teacher (I think she looked more like a OL than a teacher). Jun looked pretty good though, damn feminine and all girlie. Among Adz's friends, there were rich kids, punk rockers, basketballers, hippie and rich kids. How can I forget the star of the night; Adz was a bimbo (I swear if I didnt know her well I would think that she is one). ROFL. Btw, not that I didnt wana name her friends, just that I am not good with names. Excuses, excuses. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics from the nite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Gariet and me. God my hair is so flat and nerdy. Gay pose. Had to throw in the flat side-parted hair to get into the role of the nerd. Btw, Gariet was a rich kid. Not much difference from real life eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The bimbo and the nerd. Tease me pls. Thanks. =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ok a decent shot. Btw, her hands WERE around my waist too. God, I have a big waist, trunk, girth, whatever you call it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Food took a long time to come and when it did, we were waiting to chew it all up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Clubbing at Metros. DAMN! Whoever took this photo left out my hair. Its all funky and shit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0052.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Adz, her girl friends at the start of the nite. Can anyone spot the odd one out? =) Thats her guy friend btw, his name is er..... no idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0058.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Aaron and me. I kinda respect him and Adz for what they have now. Its so hard to maintain a normal, plutonic relationship after being together. Sigh. A dog is better. Maybe thats why he doesnt have a dog and I do. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0053.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The OL of the nite. Who can do without Jun. Come get your daily dosage of her. Queue up pls, you are behind me and Ryan. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0065.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and er... no idea oso. One of Adz's friends. She is supposed to be the girl next door. I dun think so. My girl next door is Jun lei. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/1600/IMG_0058.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/1600/IMG_0061.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/IMG_0061.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMFG. Look how pissed they are. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a fantastic night. I had not had so much fun in a long long time. I was happy also coz I cleared up some bad vibes between Adz and me. I guess sometimes you just gotta speak up to get your point across. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post. Jun was talking to one of Adz's friend, Juliet, Julient, Juie or something like that. He was telling her that he didnt want to go Metros and wanted to stay home with his dog cause some girl screwed him up pretty badly. When I say screw I dun mean they have sex. She left him for another guy or something. Ok. My point of view is that: Women &lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114578268842883318?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114578268842883318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114578268842883318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114578268842883318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114578268842883318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/adzs-bday.html' title='Adz&apos;s bday'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114528098890117540</id><published>2006-04-17T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T06:36:28.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dear friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dear friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kong,&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this. Thanks for all the help you have given me. Especially for lending me your car. You are a good friend. And pls, stop talking about F to me. WTF nigga. What has her life got to do with mine? Dude get a life and stop torturing small animals. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Ice Age 2 is nice. Its pretty good. I didnt want to go watch but I think a bit of air outside would do me good. It turned out that it was pretty touching and like all cartoons by disney, there is a sweet ending. Dun we just love sweet endings? Its so different from real life when the ending is seldom sweet. =) Overall rating of the show: 3.5/5 stars (that is a distinction btw; 70%) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114528098890117540?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114528098890117540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114528098890117540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114528098890117540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114528098890117540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-friend.html' title='A dear friend'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114512816515265403</id><published>2006-04-15T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T12:09:25.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abt me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/virgo.htm"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc3366"&gt;Virgo &lt;br /&gt;                        Astrology &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;font size="3" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Arial"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;a href="http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/virgo.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/VirgoAstrologySign.jpg" alt="virgo astrology picture" width="136" height="160" border="0" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;font color="#cc3366"&gt;Perfect Partners: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Taurus, Capricorn &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;font color="#cc3366"&gt;Nearly Perfect Partners: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Cancer, Scorpio &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;font color="#cc3366"&gt;Not Your Destiny: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Gemini, Sagittarius &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114512816515265403?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114512816515265403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114512816515265403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114512816515265403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114512816515265403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/abt-me.html' title='Abt me'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114493045451667974</id><published>2006-04-13T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T05:14:14.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Balls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG this clip makes me wana go shave my head and play some balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAZ_qvVOYfg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAZ_qvVOYfg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114493045451667974?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114493045451667974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114493045451667974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114493045451667974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114493045451667974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/balls.html' title='Balls'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114492965473830872</id><published>2006-04-13T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T05:00:54.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A boob a day keeps the doctor away</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A boob a day keeps the doctor away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/bb7452.html"&gt;http://www.break.com/index/bb7452.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?  Now thats one reason to ogle.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114492965473830872?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114492965473830872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114492965473830872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114492965473830872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114492965473830872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/boob-day-keeps-doctor-away.html' title='A boob a day keeps the doctor away'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114485524044305295</id><published>2006-04-12T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:12:28.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air stewardess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Air stewardess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met an old friend from poly; one whom I have not seen for like 5-6 years. I was smoking outside tea fusion when someone went:"Tan Thiam Joo!" I was like:"wtfbbqsoyasaucechuggingchink!&lt;br /&gt;Who the fark is calling me by my full name." Pple in recent years whom I have met calls me TJ and this nigga was calling me by my full name. Most likely someone from my younger years. And so it was. Yvonne. I remember last time in poly she was quite pretty. Today when I saw her, she was skinner but she looked so much older. I guess pple grow old and age. She was flying for SQ and I asked what was the reason she became a stewardess. She gave me the motherhood answer that every stewardess gives:"I want to see the world." I was like:"err.... ok. Thats nice." We exchanged contacts and carried on what we were doing before. My point of view of stewardess is not a good one. To me they are overpaid waitress with thick makeup who thinks they are damn pretty. I dun give a fark who you are, you are serving me on the plane; you are a waitress on a plane. Of course I didnt tell her that. Its not very nice. And of course these few weeks must pretend to be nice so I can hook up with some nice chick who looks like Jessica. Shallow? Yup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note, I realise I should change my taste in women. Thinking back.... ermmm.... WTF was I thinking. In the past I used to date only conservative women. In recent months I realise that the kind of women I want to be with is: i) attached. ii) dead. iii) cun be bothered with me. iv) lesbians (btw, I like lesbians. I got them on my HD. ROFL!). That leaves me with no choice but to go to either China or Vietnam and find me a Jessica. ROFL. Kidding. I think I rather stay single than force myself to get married to any ah lian or slut on the street. I think my mum is quite concerned. She was telling me that day to not rush into any relationship. According to her, I should find someone who is decent, trustworthy and understands the needs of my work. I wanted to tell her that nowadays, they dun fit gals that are decent and trustworthy anymore. Everyone is screwing everybody. WTF right? The really sad case is that everyone is getting some except me. ROFL. Especially Alfred, go geylang bo jio. LOL. Kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The easter break is here. I am planning a party at my place this fri. Someone on MSN happened to say that she was interested and if I offered a plane ticket she would come. I was like WTF. Why waste my time if you know you aint serious. God. Women. I know she is dating another guy and I dun feel too good. But hey? Want feel good? Do a search on Proquest for India and ASEAN and you wun have any time to feel bad. ROFL. Anyway I invited heaps of pple, from Ben to Daniel to India David and yeah, Yin. She is a monster. The last time at mambo she was drinking beer with me like a camel. She must have not drunk water for like ages. I was going to ask her:"does your mum know she gave birth to a camel?" Kidding. Scary shit. Talking about mambo, I took pictures with with someone that I dun like. WTF right. What was I thinking. Kong was telling me to go for a blood test coz I took a pic with her. ROFL. (Anyone sense that Kong doesnt like her? Or is it just me? =P ) Also talking about mambo, this is Freddy's and Ryan's last semester in Perth. Its kinda sad coz I came with them 2.5 years ago and how time flies. If I am given a chance I would have done so many things differently. On a sad note, ( I am tearing as I am writing this. ROFL) they are leaving. Things would be so different when they are gone. I can actually picture Ryan singing Eminem's When I'm Gone. ROFL. It goes:"And when I'm gone, dont mourn rejoice everytime u hear the sound of my voice. Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling..." Haiz. I am actually loving what I have now. The lifestyle and who I am living with. I guess I would never have the chance to live them again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good things never last, its just life's way of screwing with us and telling us to appreciate what we have. Telling us that somethings that you take for granted may just disappear one day. So to all my friends and foes reading my shit: Appreciate the pple around you coz you never know if this moment is you last with them. Btw, Ryan and Jun if you are reading this shit. Its been a pleasure having you around. v(^_^)V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114485524044305295?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114485524044305295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114485524044305295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114485524044305295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114485524044305295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/air-stewardess.html' title='Air stewardess'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114471303767087294</id><published>2006-04-10T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T08:22:47.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slam Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slam Ball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would love to play this man. Seriously some good shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://clip.break.com/dnet/media/content/slamball1.wmv" width="400" height="320" type="video/x-ms-wmv" autoplay="false"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com?e=1" target="_blank"&gt;As seen on Break.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114471303767087294?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114471303767087294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114471303767087294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114471303767087294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114471303767087294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/slam-ball.html' title='Slam Ball'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114460862262574571</id><published>2006-04-09T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T11:50:22.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The art of blogging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been reading someone's blog.  I realise that everyone can write, but to write in such a way that it captivates your reader; that it is an art.  Was reading someone's blog and she was talking about her ideal bf/husband/&lt;br /&gt;adulterer.  God her list is so bloodly long that I think my wish list is so bloody short.  List is short (Any shorter ang you have to go look for Desmond).  Only that.   My wish list: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Get rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Get filty, stinking rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Get insanely rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Get Jessica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway back to the topic of the art of blogging.  Minus the fact that that colour scheme is hideous, her language is good.  Give credit when due;  Rae writes well.  Apart from disliking the fact that her pants are always dropping and her taste in men, like her taste in clothes are weird, she is a intelligent girl.  I guess people born on her bday are smart with an aptitude for language.  29 August.  Hrm... I think I am born on that day too.  ^_^   I cun say much about my taste in women too.  Mine is getting from bad to worse.  Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sent an email to someone today, just felt like it.  I was going to write a whole lot of shit but didnt know what to write so I ended up typing this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hw r u. Drink less and sleep more.  (Abit more bullshit here but its less than 10 words I think).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.  KISS (keep it short and sweet).  How short and sweet can I get.  Short in this case refers to my email here and Snowy's little D***.  ROFL.  Ok got to go sleep now.  Snowy is going to wake me up at six.  *_*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114460862262574571?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114460862262574571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114460862262574571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114460862262574571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114460862262574571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/art-of-blogging.html' title='The art of blogging'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114456807154561777</id><published>2006-04-09T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:34:31.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasta with an asian theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pasta with an asian theme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Cheng is at church trying to pick up some hot girl who whos like Jessica for me and Jun at church trying to be less "tee-ko" (kidding), Jun at church trying to find her religion. I am left alone. Actually not alone, I have Snowy. The past few days have been quite shag for me. Snowy is an ang mo dog. What this means is that it wakes up at 6 and sleeps at ten. Shag. On the bright side, it feels good to be the second one up in the house. (Normally I am the last up). Normally after making him pee, I would go back to sleep.  And that was what I did.  In the afternoon upon waking up, that was the routine.  After sorting out Snowy's breakfast and making him pee I whip up a pasta dish with what little ingredients we have. Time for groceries shopping. Anyway, I cooked pasta in this chilli prawn pasta that was in the fridge. Not bad, not bad at all. Coupled with 4 pieces of bacon, an egg and 2 pieces of bacon; this is a good breakfast for me. =)  (crazy breakfast at 330pm)  Ok gtg, got a dog to train. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/prawn%20pasta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114456807154561777?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114456807154561777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114456807154561777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114456807154561777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114456807154561777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/pasta-with-asian-theme.html' title='Pasta with an asian theme'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114448701486298008</id><published>2006-04-08T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T02:03:35.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new member of my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A new member of my family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days was damn hectic.  From the night Snowy came into the family, it was cleaning up pee and poo the whole night.  Anxiety sets in cause you have no idea what to do and how to train him.  Then comes reading.  I think the internet is damn wonderful. I typed:" Care for puppies" and out came like 99999999 hits.  Of course I didnt read all; I just read the relevant few.  That night was terrible, I was woken up by him and I had a test the next morning.  GG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, as expected, I think I farked up my test =(  Damn sad, but its over.  I was so tired I knocked out the moment I got home after the test in the morning.  When I woke up around two we went shopping for some pet stuff.  But this was not without some drama before leaving the house.  Snowy just pooed on the carpet.  GG.  Mass cleaning up.  Anyway, I bought alot of stuff for him, from shampoo to food, from the collar to a kennel.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite frustrating when you are house training your dog.  No kidding, try cleaning up like in the 10000 places it peed or pooed.  GG.  However, when it does respond to your calls and when it does what you want it to do, I find it all so rewarding and fulfilling.  When it came like 2 days ago, he didnt respond to its name.  I had decided on the name snowy even before I decided boy or gal.  Was thinking that if its a male dog tough luck to him.  Imagine you are the dog and next time in the dog parks, the westie next door is called Toby and you are called Snowy; you are a male dog.  ROFL.  I think all the dogs will be laughing at him.  Tough luck mate its my call not yours =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so adorable and loveable.  Right now as I as typing he is lying in front of me sleeping while I do my work.  =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures of him and I want to show him off.  Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is him the first night sleeping in a milk crate cause I have not gotten anything for him yet.  Buying him was a like long considered impulsive buy.  Ok I am not making sense. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/6.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Want to chew on a bone any one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/3.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another picture of him playing  with his bone on my table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/4.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The night he came.  Small compared to me eh?  Btw, I did not get him so I would appear more sensitive or SNAG.  Serious.  Its all about love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/2.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowy in his kennel for the first time. I gave him my old bed sheets to cuddle on.  He couldnt be bothered about me cause he was so tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/1.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Training him to pee OUTSIDE and not inside the house.  Cute eh.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another reason why a dog is better than a bitch.  You cannot use the bitch as a wrist rest.  This model comes with an alarm for 6am.  v(^_^)V&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114448701486298008?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114448701486298008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114448701486298008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114448701486298008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114448701486298008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-member-of-my-family.html' title='A new member of my family'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114435313809844613</id><published>2006-04-06T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T12:54:47.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snowy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Snowy. Who the hell is Snowy? He is a White Westhighland terrier. Born on the 10th of Feb 2006. He will be 8 weeks old tommorrow. Absolutely beautiful and smart I think he is. He just woke me up so that I could bring him to the toilet. Coincidence maybe but its just so wonderful. He doesnt bark, is friendly and seems to enjoy our company. A dog is a man's best friend. How amazing is that. I totally concur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 reasons why a dog is better than a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;1. She wun tell you that you are suffocating; the dog that is.&lt;br /&gt;2. She follows you wherever you go; the dog.&lt;br /&gt;3. You wun get jealous when it stares at another dog across the street.&lt;br /&gt;4. It can drink as much alcohol as it wants. =P&lt;br /&gt;5. It listens to what I tell it to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite a poor thing. It was whining abit after the toilet break. I guess it misses it mum; so I put my finger into the playpen and it started to suck on my finger. Actually its quite painful. How wonderful mothers are. Poor nipples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/Snowysmaller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is going to be a commitment for the next 15 years. I am not commitment phobic. Actually, I feel good. Commitment is good. It makes me feel my age. Most of the time I feel like I am ten (physically and IQ). Snowy makes me feel I am twenty-five (with an IQ of a ten year old) =P Look at how he stares at you.  How can you not love him?  Btw, Jun is the god-ma and Cheng the god-dad.  They better be super nice to him (at least heaps better than how they treat me, especially Jun).  =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114435313809844613?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114435313809844613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114435313809844613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114435313809844613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114435313809844613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/snowy.html' title='Snowy'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114426369798961694</id><published>2006-04-05T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:09:18.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Furby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Furby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn cute. I think it looks like Alfred. Not that Alfred is cute, just that it is like Alfred; he spooks you out in certain ways. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdgLAP5kO18" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114426369798961694?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114426369798961694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114426369798961694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114426369798961694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114426369798961694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/furby.html' title='Furby'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114426330929403968</id><published>2006-04-05T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:09:53.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift from god</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gift from god&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Kobe has a gift from god. If only I could play like that. Actually, if only I was a millionaire. =) Not yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAslWCctfSM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114426330929403968?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114426330929403968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114426330929403968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114426330929403968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114426330929403968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/gift-from-god.html' title='Gift from god'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114422148515857198</id><published>2006-04-05T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:38:20.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dun give a shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dun give a shit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stop wishing me well and shit. I dun need sympathy. If you are a friend join me and just be hostile. Kidding. Thanks for the well wishes, I am feeling much better now. Although I was feeling abit miserable a while ago. It doesnt feel good to know that someone you love dun love you anymore and you are nothing but a passing phase. I will be fine. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, Jun was farking funnie just now. She just woke up from a nap and was delirious. She wanted to ask me to go for a smoke (my 10th stick of the day) but god knows why she asked if I wanted to bath. I was like....errr if I want to bath oso bath myself need you to help me meh? ROFL. Ok back to the books after a smoke break. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114422148515857198?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114422148515857198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114422148515857198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114422148515857198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114422148515857198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dun-give-shit.html' title='I dun give a shit'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114422041033558945</id><published>2006-04-04T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T04:35:22.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a bitch&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not the kind that farking cannot make time for you and sleeps around. Not the kind that comes up with all kinds of bullshit just to get you to stop contacting her. Not the kind that tells you she doesnt have enuff time to sleep yet goes drinking every other night. Its the kind that wags the tail cause it is happy to see you. The one that runs to you and no matter how tired you are, you are happy to see it. The kind that wouldnt mind whether you are rich or poor; whether you drive or walk. The kind that would stay with you no matter what. I want a dog. Woof, Woof. Not Patch pls. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: bro, dun worry I am sure the kid is urs. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114422041033558945?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114422041033558945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114422041033558945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114422041033558945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114422041033558945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-bitch.html' title='I want a bitch'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114415356350797212</id><published>2006-04-04T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T05:26:03.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Does My Eye Twitch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="twitch"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Does My Eye Twitch?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mild twitching of the eyelid is a common phenomenon. Although these involuntary contractions of muscles are annoying, they are almost always temporary and completely harmless. The medical name for this kind of twitching is ocular myokymia. It is quite common and most often associated with fatigue. When your eye is twitching, it is not visible to anyone else. Ophthalmologists often are asked what causes the twitching and what can be done to stop it. Lack of sleep, too much caffeine or increased stress seem to be root causes. Often, gently massaging your eye will relieve the symptoms. Usually, the twitch will disappear after catching up on your sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The belief that when the right eye twitches means that "someone is thinking of you," (&lt;a href="http://www.indotalisman.com/handmyst.html"&gt;http://www.indotalisman.com/handmyst.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114415356350797212?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114415356350797212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114415356350797212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114415356350797212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114415356350797212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-does-my-eye-twitch.html' title='Why Does My Eye Twitch?'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114407841585296227</id><published>2006-04-03T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T08:33:35.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ariel Atom</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ariel Atom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMFG I want one of these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fpfv8FsNQo&amp;search=top%20gear"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fpfv8FsNQo&amp;amp;search=top%20gear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114407841585296227?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114407841585296227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114407841585296227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114407841585296227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114407841585296227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/ariel-atom.html' title='Ariel Atom'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114406842084419797</id><published>2006-04-03T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T05:49:46.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new blog address</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A new blog address&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yeah I got a new blog address. How cool is that? &lt;a href="http://www.tjstillroxs.blogspot.com"&gt;www.tjstillroxs.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;- In case you didnt get it the first time around. Why do I want to change a new blog site? I figured its only neccesary for me to change it cause I feel that a new me is coming along. I look at Jun and I think she is a strong person. I look at how she has accepted some things and moved on (or at least she is trying very hard). I think I am beginning to get some focus in my life. The kind of focus and resolve that I had when I came to Perth 3 years ago. I find this focus in my dissertation. I think when I do finish writing it, I will dedicate it to my family and two of the closest pple in my life; Jun and Ryan. Hope I remember. =) They have been so accomodating and easy-going that it makes me ashamed of myself for being so fussy and picky. I am kinda sad that its all going to end, like all happy times. Good times dun last gay men suck. Kidding. Good times dun last tough men do. I must be tough and harden like what I used to be when I was in OCS. Nothing is going to bring me down and I can do it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3 things I want to do now;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. Forget my ex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. Forget F.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. Focus whole-heartedly on my work and get good grades for once in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think I am turning gay soon like Kong. ROFL. I deleted a couple of contacts and urls from my favourites. After doing so, I could sense the overwhelming glow of light that seem to illuminate my body. Enlightenment. 落花有意流水无情。即燃无情无需多意。&lt;---(Whole stream of chinese characters)  God save this nigga. WTF was that!! Go figure. So bloody full from dinner..... burp!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114406842084419797?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114406842084419797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114406842084419797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114406842084419797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114406842084419797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-blog-address.html' title='A new blog address'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114396945378224631</id><published>2006-04-02T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:17:34.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive Chink Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Expensive Chink Dinner &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an expensive at this kinda posh restaurant close to Fremantle. Jun, her friend, Ella and of course me couldnt decide what to eat and so we just drove along Stirling Highway. Then we saw this place, looked abit like the brothel you see on those chinese kungfu movies. Voila we decided to go there. I was hoping the place would be like those kungfu movies. You walk into the place and the mama comes out: "Shao ye ni yao zhao shui?? Yao shen mo wo men tu you." (At this moment there are supposed to be girls clamouring for me). Unfortunately, its not like that. A typical chinese restaurant that you would see in Singapore and looks damn chink. Maybe cause it looks so chink thats why its kinda expensice. The name of the place is eh..... I forgot. ROFL. We had Lemon Grass Chicken, Satay Sauce Vegetables, Wantan Prawns soup, and the house special some fried rice with plenty of 'liao'. ^_^ Anyway check out the pictures, a picture says a thousand words (Ryan's Blog, 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/image_00008.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/image_00009.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawn wantan soup... Ok. Maybe no more (forgot to take picture before I ate) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/image_00011.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried rice with some gravy on top.  The house special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/image_00010.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they need bigger bowls.  This bowl is way too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/image_00013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed Vegetables in satay sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/image_00012.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon grass chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we wanted to go sing KTV at Utopia. Unfortunately, there was no room. =(  Disappointed, we went to rent some DVDs and boy was I glad we did. I rented The Exorcism of Emily Rose and Jun rented some girlie show (dun know whats the name, its too girlie). We watched that in the living room with the sound on damn loud. I reckon the show is not bad. I give it like 3.5 stars out of five. Ok, gotta stop now. Going to mackers to get some nuggets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114396945378224631?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114396945378224631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114396945378224631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114396945378224631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114396945378224631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/04/expensive-chink-dinner.html' title='Expensive Chink Dinner'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114387668452966086</id><published>2006-03-31T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:31:24.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Freddy's Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pictures from Freddy's Camera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Freddy came over with the pics from his camera. On his way here, his eyelids got scratched by a bird. I was like: "WTF! You serious?" Then Freddy went over to Cheng's room. Cheng was like: "WTF??!!! You serious?" ^_^ Anyway he did get attacked by a bird. Maybe the bird wanted to dress up its nest and Freddy's bewitching eyes seemed like an item to have to impress the guests. On a similar topic, here are the pics (just some not all, cun be bothered to resize it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/1600/grp%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/grp%20pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this group picture is much better than the last one.  The last one had two unknown niggas.  Stop stealing Tvs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/1600/cheng%20n%20ally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/cheng%20n%20ally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is Ally doing.  OMFGBBQNIGGA!  Whats at her feet?  Dinner.  Yummy.  =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/1600/trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pearlyn, Ann and me.  =)  Btw, I think there is nothing wrong with this shirt.  ~\(^_^)/~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114387668452966086?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114387668452966086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114387668452966086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114387668452966086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114387668452966086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures-from-freddys-camera.html' title='Pictures from Freddy&apos;s Camera'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114382510431523616</id><published>2006-03-31T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T09:11:44.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Fri Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Boring Fri Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bored.  I wonder what someone is doing.  I bet she is clubbing and having heaps of fun.  Well.  I gotta learn to totally let things rest and stop hoping for the impossible.  I think I got to learn to listen to pple more and put more heart into my relationships with pple.  Was chatting with my mum on msn.  She was telling me not to rush into another relationship.  I was like: "Yeah ok."  She was like all worried about me coz she said I felt different.  Mothers.  I love mine.  What about yours?  I love Jessica too.  ^_^  I followed on by saying that if I dun get married by 35 I would go to either China or Vietnam and get me a bride.  ROFL.  Actually, I dun think I want to get married.  Its like I have no faith in the rites of marriages and the legalities.  Times have changed and I think pple do not respect the institution of marriage.  Sucks eh.  Well, thats life.  Suck it all up.  Anyway, I think I am going to go play dota now.  Bored shitless.  Wished someone would call me.  *_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114382510431523616?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114382510431523616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114382510431523616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114382510431523616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114382510431523616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/boring-fri-night.html' title='Boring Fri Night'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114380002815016834</id><published>2006-03-31T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T02:13:48.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Mambo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Post Mambo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling all lazy and stoned, thirsty and hungry I wonder what is that nasty thing sleeping beside me. Kidding. Was just thirsty and hungry when I woke up so I drank like 2 litres of water and ate sushi from last night. Damn the sushi was quite nasty. I think I am going to lay off alcohol for a while and no more clubbing for me. I am getting old and all this shit is too much for me. =) I think I will just stay at home and study and do my dissertation. Anyway last night was quite fun, the whole gang was there, I was high, Ally was high, Cheng was high, Freddy was high, Jun is tee koh. Kidding. I think Jun didnt quite enjoy herself coz she had to babysit. I was looking at the pictures and I think Chris misses his gf. In quite a few pictures, his tongue is stuck out. I think he needs to sleep and keep his tongue in his mouth. I had this picture with this gal that I dun like; OMFG, if you have a picture with someone that you dun like. Its time to lay off the booze. I was like: "WTFBBQSoyaSauceChuggingChinkgaTvStealingNigga!" Anyway, it was a good night, I had heaps of fun for the first time in ages and a hangover sucks. Btw, the highlight of the night was a group of gals frenching at the bar. Thats why I didnt leave the bar. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the nicer looking pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/gay%20chris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what I was talking about.  A picture paints a thousand words (Ryan's Blog, 2006).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/Me%20ryan%20n%20freds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddy, Ryan and me. Nice floral shirt. Gay. ROFL. Esprit rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/jun%20n%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jun and me in the car on the way down. When we both are still sober.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/gang%20bang%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From left to right. Gary, Jun, Me, Ally, Gay Jay, Renia, Cheng, NO IDEA WHO THE FARK THIS NIGGA IS, and cun-make-out-who-the-hell-this-nigga-is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/me%20n%20ann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Ann. I think I look damn gay in this picture but what the hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/huskies.jpg" border="0" /&gt; In light of the kissing gals at the pub last night. My quote of the day: "What a way to french." =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114380002815016834?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114380002815016834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114380002815016834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114380002815016834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114380002815016834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/post-mambo.html' title='Post Mambo'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114371455218780040</id><published>2006-03-30T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T02:29:12.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake with a ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wake with a ring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning or rather this afternoon I woke up with a ring.  I was supposed to meet Ann for lunch and whoever woke up first was supposed to give the other part a call.  I had just walked to my fone and the moment I picked it up, the fone rang.  Talk about coincidence.  I think I have an affinity for crabs and scorpions as my exs and good friends are mostly from these two horoscope.  I like seafood and I dun mind trying scorpions as a delicacy but not a staple.  I am not an abo or malay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated topic, I had this class on Topic on International Economics.  There was this Singaporean guy in class.  I think he is damn kiasu.  Why?  Ok we are all supposed to present on a certain topic once in class and today was his turn.  After each presentation, the group was supposed to ask questions.  He had like this list of questions that he gave a few of us to ask him after his presentation.  I was like:"WTF!"  Knn talk about kancheong spider.  NB.  Cannot believe it.  Academic fraud.  Typical Singaporean.  I think if I become a parent I will forbid my daughter to carry a camera fone.  "Here you go daugther, a present from daddy.  Nokia 6110.  Use this, very good one."  =0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114371455218780040?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114371455218780040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114371455218780040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114371455218780040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114371455218780040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/wake-with-ring.html' title='Wake with a ring'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114365920507248945</id><published>2006-03-29T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:06:45.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubber Duckie Loves Bubbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rubber Duckie Loves Bubbles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubber duckie loves bubble baths, so does elmo and me.  The bath always seem to wash away the troubles for the ten minutes that you soak in the hot water.  And hot baths always make me feel so much better in cold weather.  *quack quack quack piak*  Shit I stepped on rubber duckie.  Time to bring him to the vet after I wake up tomorrow.  Nites peeps.  U SUCK, I ROXS.  Kiddin.  You dun suck but TJ roxs.  =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114365920507248945?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114365920507248945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114365920507248945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114365920507248945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114365920507248945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/rubber-duckie-loves-bubbles.html' title='Rubber Duckie Loves Bubbles'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114365899379443290</id><published>2006-03-29T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:03:13.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Tames the Savage Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music Tames the Savage Beast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music tames the savage beast.  In my case, music tames me.  Panasonic sucks.  I bought this supposingly top-of-the line MP3 player like two years ago.  And omfg do I regret doing so.  The songs are so hard to transfer and the freaking software that came along with it is so bloody unstable.  Realone.  WTF is a realone?  I am using a pirated copy; is it still a realone.  In this case, shouldnt it be fakeone?  NB.  Thn the freaking software is like ancient lah.  Abit like 486 kind.  WTF right?  I paid USD 220 for a software like this.  I bet noob programmers can write better software.  The only saving grace is the size and battery life.  I was on the verge of buying a ipod nano.  Heng I persisted.  Then like a miracle, I could transfer to the sd card.  If only things in real life persistence work.  Bleah.  I guess no more miracles for the day.  Today was the sd card.  Yesterday was me doing my dissertation.  Whats for tommorrow?  MAMBO.  Actually, I am looking forward to clubbing.  Been holding myself out too long.  I thought it wouldnt be right for me to go clubbing due to some reasons.  But hey, what the heck.  If pple can enjoy themselves and move on, so should the dude.  Why make myself so miserable right?  Mambo here I come.  Time to pile on da drinks nigga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114365899379443290?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114365899379443290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114365899379443290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114365899379443290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114365899379443290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/music-tames-savage-beast.html' title='Music Tames the Savage Beast'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114364551540353366</id><published>2006-03-29T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:08:32.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puberty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puberty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jun is going through puberty. Either that or she is going nuts. I used to only hear her say someone is cute. Now I hear it like every other time. God. She sounds like a teenage boy who just discovered masturbation. WTH. Always saying this guy is cute and that guy is cute and the occasional peeping at other girl's cleavage. If she was talking about me or Ryan it wouldnt be too bad but she is always saying that someone else is cuter. ROFL. Anyone has a counseller to intro? Jun was saying that we are also always looking at girls; the difference between us and her is that ours is a consistent thingy and hers just started. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda bad though. I cooked lamb for Jun but it turned out that when she came back the lamb was too hard. =( Nevermind, next time I cook for her again. =) And I will make sure its perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114364551540353366?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114364551540353366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114364551540353366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114364551540353366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114364551540353366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/puberty.html' title='Puberty'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114363537462376777</id><published>2006-03-29T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T07:25:16.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic dinner for two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ro&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mantic dinner for two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats for dinner? Lamb in red wine and honey sauce. Was supposed to cook for Jun but she had to go to some convocation. WTF is that. Noob. Anyway, it turned out that Cheng was left with me. And so it was, two hot guys having a romantic dinner at home with the maid at a convocation. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, Cream of Tomato. Check out the parsley flakes. I love parsley flakes, they make almost everything look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/Soup.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb Chops in Red Wine and Honey sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/Lamb%20chops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of couse no lamb would be complete without a glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/Table%20set%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila, there you go. Romantic dinner for two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114363537462376777?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114363537462376777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114363537462376777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114363537462376777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114363537462376777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/romantic-dinner-for-two.html' title='Romantic dinner for two'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114353525899146498</id><published>2006-03-28T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:40:59.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloned pigs may offer bacon that benefits heart</title><content type='html'>Breakthrough produces animals that can make their own omega-3 fatty acids.  OMFG. Thats food for thought.  Imagine someone with heart problems eating heaps of bacon.  OMFG.  What a pig.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114353525899146498?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114353525899146498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114353525899146498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114353525899146498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114353525899146498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/cloned-pigs-may-offer-bacon-that.html' title='Cloned pigs may offer bacon that benefits heart'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114348185246081338</id><published>2006-03-27T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T09:50:52.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allegy</title><content type='html'>OMFG, my eyes are like goldfish.  My eyes are swollen up and its hard to keep them open.  I think it might be an allegic reaction.  I finished my panadol I just bought and I asked Jun for some painkillers.  She gave me some Nerufen.  I have never eaten this before.  A couple of hours later my eyes started to swell up.  GG.  I asked Cheng to have a look at the medicine, guess what?  Its expired.  ROFL.  I think Jun really dun like me.  =P  Damn if the swelling doesnt go down, I might have to go see the doctors.  Shag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114348185246081338?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114348185246081338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114348185246081338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114348185246081338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114348185246081338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/allegy.html' title='Allegy'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114346651140239260</id><published>2006-03-27T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T05:35:11.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraines</title><content type='html'>What is a migraine?  Whats the difference between that and a headache?  I dun really care.  My head hurts like some one is pounding on my head with a sledgehammer.  WTF.  Pain.  Panadol dun seem to help.  After 6 panadols, I hope this two tablets of Nurofen works.  Otherwise, I think I will inflict pain on myself so the head dun feel so bad.  +(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114346651140239260?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114346651140239260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114346651140239260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114346651140239260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114346651140239260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/migraines.html' title='Migraines'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114343901631005668</id><published>2006-03-26T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:58:43.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is just sick</title><content type='html'>This is just a sick way of gettin ur ears pierced. &lt;embed src="&lt;a href="&gt;http://clip.break.com/dnet/media/content/nailpierce26.wmv&lt;/a&gt;" WIDTH="400" HEIGHT="320" AUTOPLAY="true" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com?e=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As seen on Break.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com?e=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com?e=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114343901631005668?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114343901631005668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114343901631005668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114343901631005668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114343901631005668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-just-sick.html' title='This is just sick'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114340159424364273</id><published>2006-03-26T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:33:14.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dun hate u</title><content type='html'>Got this off a website.... &lt;a href="http://www.gayuwaboys.uwa.edu.au"&gt;http://www.gayuwaboys.uwa.edu.au&lt;/a&gt; OMFG did you actually clicked on it?  LMFAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is called I dun hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Hate You,&lt;br /&gt;But I Don't Need You,&lt;br /&gt;I Didn't Lose You,&lt;br /&gt;But I Didn't Win You,&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Like You,&lt;br /&gt;I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet.... I am dying here.  Someone help me with my dissertation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114340159424364273?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114340159424364273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114340159424364273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114340159424364273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114340159424364273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dun-hate-u.html' title='I dun hate u'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114339324768304046</id><published>2006-03-26T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T09:14:07.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Breakfast was two Krispy Kremes and a glass of milk.  God, these things are really good.  Nigga wants more.  I was hoping that someone would be online but apparently not.  =)  So rested a while and tried to do some work but in vain.  Then I had to go to Freddy's place to borrow the stove and to take back my MSR stove.  =)  Ann and her housemates, Ruwei and Amelia were having a house warming today and they invited me and my stove over.  ROFL.  I wondered if I can go over if I didnt bring my stove.  Anyway, I did bring my stove over and I bought them a pack of ice coz I thought they would need it.  The thing about their house warming was that they spent like 2days preparing for theirs.  I was like:"WTF?  Two days?  Crazy Ass Niggas".  I still think Pizza and drinks were a better idea.  They had alot of food, and it wasnt that bad.  Anyway, most of their friends were from Currie hall.  I kinda talked to some of her friends, but after awhile, I couldnt be bothered.  There were too many and I was just lazy to talk.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda melancholic now.... bad nap, had a nightmare and woke up feeling like shit.  =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114339324768304046?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114339324768304046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114339324768304046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114339324768304046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114339324768304046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114328707020975447</id><published>2006-03-25T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T03:44:30.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be devoid of emotions</title><content type='html'>Oh how I want to be devoid of all emotions, happiness, sadness, disaappointment.  If you never felt happy before you wouldnt know know sadness when it came.  I honestly am beginning to hate myself.  Why cun I just forget about everything.  If only life's bad experiences can be deleted out of the memory bank in the brain.  Right now I am wishing that I never met some pple in my life, if I never met them, things would be oh so wonderful.  I think I have changed.  I used to be quite positive about life and the experiences life brings me.  Maybe its because I had a balance in my life; love, career, family and friends.  I had everything I ever needed.  Pple used to ask me on my birthday, what is your bday wish?  It used to be health and wealth for me and my family.  That used to be my wish cause I didnt know what I want.  There wasnt anything I wanted.  Now, all I want is to forget everything.  I am lying when I say that I am not bothered.  In reality, I am troubled, confused, lost and dejected.  I get bouts of negative thoughts that I never had before.  It kinda pisses me off cause I get like mood swings and shit like that. I am trying to laugh more, laugh at everything that comes my way.  I think that if I laugh more, I wouldnt feel any pain, I wouldnt feel anything, I would be so much happier.  Reality sucks, laughter doesnt make the pain go away.  At the end of the day, when you stop laughing, you realise how empty life is.  Career and money cannot bring you true happiness. Money is not everything.  I have almost everything money can buy but yet I am not happy.  If I had a chance to right all the wrongs that I have done, I wish I had been single all my life, and I have never felt the joys of sharing my life with anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching the notebook now.  Life really is most complete and wonderful when you have someone who loves you as much as you love the person and who you want is who you get.  Aint life a bitch?  What you want is never what you get.  Ok time to make some calls, I need a drink.  I think I am going to off my fone for a week like Kong. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter keeps a relationship going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114328707020975447?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114328707020975447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114328707020975447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114328707020975447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114328707020975447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/be-devoid-of-emotions.html' title='Be devoid of emotions'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114328052489849450</id><published>2006-03-25T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:55:24.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one can resist Esprit</title><content type='html'>Everytime I go to Esprit I have to buy something. Today we went to harbour town and today is no exception. I bought two pants and a long-sleeve shirt. The shirt is really loud. I guess it would be nice to wear it to go clubbing. Talking about clubbing, I have not been clubbing for a while and given that I am in a bad mood these two days I feel like drinking. Haiz, its times like these that my buddies would be so nice to have around.  =(  Company anyone?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/shoppin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114328052489849450?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114328052489849450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114328052489849450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114328052489849450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114328052489849450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-one-can-resist-esprit.html' title='No one can resist Esprit'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114323550272767313</id><published>2006-03-24T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T02:02:00.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Creatures at Little Creatures Part Two</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah I forgot the upload the pictures of the Pale Ale. It was just too good to not drink. Jay was standing there as I was taking this picture as he cannot wait to drink it all up ----&gt; (Jay and Freddy's drool were all on the floor). =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/beerfull.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our mains we had Wood-fired pizzas;&lt;br /&gt;spicy italian sausage, roast peppers, feta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/sausage.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fresh salmon, creme faiche, baby capers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/salmon.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;harissa spiced lamb, melezane, feta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/lamb.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, at the end of the dinner nothing was left (including the beer). Here is a unpaid advertisement for the Police. If you drink, dun drive. Get someone else who is less drunk to drive coz its not your demerit points that is going to be deducted for drunk driving. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/beerempty.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was wonderful and we paid about $22 per person. It was my first time at Little Creatures; the drinks were ok, the food was so-so but the company was fantastic. Of all the dishes there, the prawns are a must try. Good shit. Ok its 5:25am; time to shower and hit the sack. Need to dream of Jessica soon. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114323550272767313?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114323550272767313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114323550272767313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114323550272767313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114323550272767313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/big-creatures-at-little-creatures-part_24.html' title='Big Creatures at Little Creatures Part Two'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114323491571447068</id><published>2006-03-24T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T02:03:20.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Creatures at Little Creatures Part One</title><content type='html'>After a shocking morning call at 7pm in the evening, we were supposed to go to Little Creatures for our dinner. I swear that if Jun were to become an alarm clock or have her own brand of clocks, no one would ever wake up late again. Serious, never has there been so much noise. Kinda pity her kids in the future (and I thought my mum was bad). =P We were going for dinner at Little Creatures. Little Creatures is a place where they serve kids in like dishes and ferment them as beer. ROFL. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five of us set off for Fremantle in two cars. We could have gone in one car, just that Cheng put on too much weight to and we cun squeeze five comfortably in the car (actually its me). Jun, Cheng and me in Jun's car and Freddy and Jay in Jay's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there after a 3o mins drive, we were given this hat where its supposed to be your queue number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/actcute%20jun.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out the pictures on the hat? Now is she a wrench or a nut??? No one knows (LMFAO). Check out the act cute smile with the two front teeth almost dropping off. I think those dentures need refitting. ROFL. Anyway, this is Jun. All bubbly and psyched up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While waiting we all had a nice pint of Little Creatures' Pale Ale. It was freshly brewed (I think) as there was still blood in it..... Kidding. When we finally got seated we sorta agreed on what to eat. We ordered quite a bit...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sides:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bowl of chips with skin and all.... OMFG its good shit (abit salty though).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/chips.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;prosciutto-wrapped tiger prawns. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/prawns.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chermoula spiced lamb chops. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/lamb%20chops.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parmesan crusted chicken breast, pepper dip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/1600/chicken.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/chicken.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for part 2...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114323491571447068?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114323491571447068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114323491571447068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114323491571447068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114323491571447068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/big-creatures-at-little-creatures-part.html' title='Big Creatures at Little Creatures Part One'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114318117873679611</id><published>2006-03-23T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:19:38.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF is wrong wif my moral?</title><content type='html'>WTH is wrong with my moral?  Yeah, I am liberal and I like women but I am not a public toilet.  How wrong is it to judge when you are in the same predicament.  Shag..... and Sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114318117873679611?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114318117873679611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114318117873679611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114318117873679611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114318117873679611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/wtf-is-wrong-wif-my-moral.html' title='WTF is wrong wif my moral?'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114317641357949094</id><published>2006-03-23T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:00:13.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it that men dun listen or that women dun say what they mean</title><content type='html'>As above.  Isnt it funnie when you gut feeling tells you something and you just chose to ignore it?  I just did.  I know someone wasnt feeling too comfortable when Rae hangs around me.  Anyway, I still choose to have Rae around coz although she is gothic (LMAO) she is frank and straightforward with me.  No beating around the bushes for snakes and no codes to deciper.  Just straight, by straight I mean I like women and she likes men.  I am not her kind of guy.  ROFL.  She likes those that have their faces covered with the bush on top of the head that you call a hair.  Dyed to a hideous blond, pink, blue and occasionally all three colours.  And of course, the most important criteria, he has to be skinny and tall.  Abit like Wayne (ROFL) except that Wayne's bush is not bushy enough and its not in electric pink or blond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it all boils down to values.  I think values are important in a person.  It determines how the person would react in different sceanarios.  With a rough gauge of a person's value, I believe I can predict how the person will react in any given situation.  I think I can go on yapping for an hour or so on this topic but I think I will not for the sake of all my friends who are reading.  I think I am getting used to being alone.  No accounting to anyone, no cajoling,  no anticipation, no jealousy and more importantly no more waiting.  =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still car hunting for a 4wd to go on my road trip with this June.  I think I am going to do it alone or with just a friend (I think freddy is listening  =)).  Hope I can find a cheap and good car coz the last thing I need is a lemon.  Ok back to the porn ....... kidding.  Back to the books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114317641357949094?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114317641357949094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114317641357949094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114317641357949094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114317641357949094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-it-that-men-dun-listen-or-that.html' title='Is it that men dun listen or that women dun say what they mean'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114317254616963316</id><published>2006-03-23T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:55:46.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slam Dunk</title><content type='html'>OMFG.  I have not watched the NBA slam dunk competition for a while.  Check out the dunk where the player who is 5 9" jumps over the standing man and dunks the ball...... I WANT TO JUMP LIKE THAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3dXfFZ6SH0&amp;feature=Views&amp;amp;page=4&amp;t=a&amp;amp;f=b"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3dXfFZ6SH0&amp;feature=Views&amp;amp;page=4&amp;t=a&amp;amp;f=b&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114317254616963316?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114317254616963316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114317254616963316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114317254616963316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114317254616963316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/slam-dunk.html' title='Slam Dunk'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114317038386297425</id><published>2006-03-23T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:21:58.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=9sHOguqKNzk"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=9sHOguqKNzk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=9sHOguqKNzk"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114317038386297425?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114317038386297425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114317038386297425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114317038386297425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114317038386297425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/hero.html' title='Hero'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114305595406935946</id><published>2006-03-22T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:32:41.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do so little time</title><content type='html'>I know I have alot to do yet I am constantly procrastinating. I dun feel like 100% right now and I have not felt 100% for a long time. I need to find myself again otherwise things are really going to get ugly. Really ugly. Ok shower time and then time to hit the tuts. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114305595406935946?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114305595406935946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114305595406935946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114305595406935946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114305595406935946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do so little time'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114296583657453045</id><published>2006-03-21T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:30:36.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mikes up and start screaming</title><content type='html'>Was doing my work when Jun said:"Ah Thiam, I want bbt."  I was like:"WTF, why Ah Thiam again".  I was still thinking about the last incident when she called me instead of Cheng.  ROFL.  Kidding, just disturbing her.  Anyway, Rae stayed over for dinner and so did Jay.  She wanted to borrow my computer to do some shit and I obliged coz when she is on the computer it means I canot play dota.  =)  When Jun asked me to go buy for her Rae said she wanted to go back.  I was okay with that.  In the end she accompanied me to Utopia.  Then we decided to go sing an hour.  I have not sung for a while and I felt like singing so I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gal I think is planning to come over to the side with the dicks.  I bet if she does, she wants to look like Lin JJ.  All the songs she sang was by JJ.  OMFG.  Anyway, in the end she did sing songs by FIR and Coco Lee.  Her singing is pretty gd.  At least heaps better then me. =)   Was a good break though coz I spent the whole day in the library today.  Going to do the same thing tomorrow.   =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114296583657453045?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114296583657453045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114296583657453045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114296583657453045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114296583657453045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/mikes-up-and-start-screaming.html' title='Mikes up and start screaming'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114296538294954845</id><published>2006-03-21T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:23:02.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The informed buyer</title><content type='html'>How many times have you bought something and realised it was cheaper elsewhere?  How many pple actually go thru the process of researching and finding out what are the key points before making a purchase.  Even so, how confident are you of your research?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only there is a system to document information such that it can be passed along easily?  So that all information that is needed can be collected in a shorter and more convenient fashion.  All the hype about the internet and its abundance of information.  How many times have you been redirected to some porn site while seaching for information.  The world is overwhelming full of information and it is so hard to sort out all the relevant data that a person would need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about that, my friend Ann bought her car for 2.4k.  I know that for the make, model and year of the car it should be less than 1.5k.  However, she bought it a while ago from a dealer.  I only found that out when I went to help her out with the car.  It broke down while she was going home.  Shag.  She was saying that her workshop said it would cost about 1k to fix the gearbox but if you ask me it shouldnt cost more than 500 coz e gearbox is nt supposed to be expensive coz its pretty old.  Anyway wish her luck, I recommended her a workshop and I hope its good coz its supposed to be a pretty good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114296538294954845?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114296538294954845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114296538294954845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114296538294954845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114296538294954845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/informed-buyer.html' title='The informed buyer'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23298510.post-114286914498775602</id><published>2006-03-20T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T07:39:05.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepsi or Coke which one is better</title><content type='html'>On a hot summer night when you are bored, what do you do? You try the ultimate Pepsi/Coke taste test. Ryan have always said that Coke is better and I beg to differ. Hence the cola test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/drinks%202%20b%20tested.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the drinks; coke, diet coke, coke zero, pepsi light and pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/drinks%20b4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting up the cups for tasting, A, B, C to E.  Each one is filled randomly with a cola.  We are supposed to guess the brand and type as well as state which one we prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/scoring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoring begins......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/tastingIMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, its harder than tasting wine.  I bet I can distinguish wine better than I can distinguish the different brands of coke.  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7174/2382/320/drinks%20after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lots of testing and burps, the results are out.  Pepsi IS better than coke. =)  Special thanks to Jun, Ryan, Freddy, and me for participating in this ground breaking experiment.  We roxs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23298510-114286914498775602?l=ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/feeds/114286914498775602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23298510&amp;postID=114286914498775602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114286914498775602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23298510/posts/default/114286914498775602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemystephwtabtu.blogspot.com/2006/03/pepsi-or-coke-which-one-is-better.html' title='Pepsi or Coke which one is better'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044777143231711175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/106820740_e3206e0de1_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
