<?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-32185498</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:11:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>impeccable-me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-8484761293481323515</id><published>2010-05-05T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:53:28.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I sit down and blogged about my life. I love my job, I love the fact I am experiencing different environment( work) even before I get my seats warm in a company. ( is a saying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am given the best opportunity to learn from the best people, thanks to Audrey ( my favourite manager so far). She has been there always to guide, to point out the flaws and to accompany me when I am doing OT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, nice person do not always stick around in ones life. She has plans to resign ( she resigned, till date)and proceed to a different pasture after 7 years of audit love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will miss her and hopefully our mentorship will always be strong to withstand the 'distance'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in sg, missing aussie, missing bf and of coz missing nightfill. That part of my life which I am so used to, has now become a memory and a final goal (destination) for which I will come back to in less than 2 years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting down and also anticipating THAT particular day to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless pple of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-8484761293481323515?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8484761293481323515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8484761293481323515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-sit-down.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-7124577555128376932</id><published>2010-02-08T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:50:57.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How much disappointment can one takes? &lt;br /&gt;How many failures can one bear before admitting defeat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I open my arms and accept what You decide to throw me. I lay my humble self to You and teach me to see through Your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-7124577555128376932?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7124577555128376932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7124577555128376932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-much-disappointment-can-one-takes.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-1087175800187351158</id><published>2010-01-23T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:12:38.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am living another life, a lifestyle I never thought I would embark on. Is not exactly the worst, but I certainly have been better. People never understands and they shoved their judgements right into my face. I picked myself up and dust it off, walk out in pride. At least, that's how I feel. The silent compassionate stares are good enough to make me feel sick in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preoccupied myself with something I used to enjoy, doesn't seem to take anything off my mind. Nothing seems to make me enjoy my day, my only consolation is a good chat session with the girls. Rattling about our lives, remind me of the good old spinelli's days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road ahead of me is so bleak and gloomy, armed with my qualifications and what's remaining in my bag of 'confidence', I charged ahead. I know domo and the girls are out there, waiting for me to come through the dark hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-1087175800187351158?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1087175800187351158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1087175800187351158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-living-another-life-lifestyle-i.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-1020528478920519286</id><published>2010-01-18T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:00:05.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it weird that I want to be part of your life? Wanting be the one you pour your woes to, listening to you rambling about some far-fetch theories. I don't need you to fulfil any daily quota, is not an obligation. I just need you to do whatever that match your words. Words just sound so cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I put down the phone on you to watch my favourite show but I thought you will call me after. You know how much I like watching 'Judge Judy' and you call during then? Calling me when I am at work? Multiple calls, in fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the same roaster for 2.5yrs, friends can't be bothered to remember, that's fine to me. But someone I care for, who doesn't give a hoot about my routine just doesn't upset me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am far from needy but having a boyfriend that is in the same state as me, same area code as me and probably less than 20 mins bus ride from me, and not be able to see him for one freaking week, that's not justifiable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-1020528478920519286?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1020528478920519286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1020528478920519286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-weird-that-i-want-to-be-part-of.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-2842335928799150764</id><published>2009-12-31T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:22:32.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The remaining graduation pictures as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=6720bfe462&amp;photo_id=4192383032"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=6720bfe462&amp;photo_id=4192383032" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4228910960/" title="Untitled-3 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4228910960_41e3a2c07f.jpg" width="334" height="500" alt="Untitled-3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4228144577/" title="Untitled-2 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2524/4228144577_a0fb21a22c.jpg" width="500" height="336" alt="Untitled-2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4228144665/" title="Untitled-1 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4228144665_62cee4b0cc.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Untitled-1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4228144409/" title="Untitled-4 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/4228144409_528e6b279d_o.jpg" width="336" height="505" alt="Untitled-4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4228144779/" title="7 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2505/4228144779_5f4cf7941f_o.jpg" width="340" height="505" alt="7" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4228144695/" title="10 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2725/4228144695_9c6cef424f_o.jpg" width="337" height="507" alt="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4228911376/" title="11 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/4228911376_cc53c50dde.jpg" width="499" height="336" alt="11" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-2842335928799150764?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2842335928799150764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2842335928799150764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/remaining-graduation-pictures-as.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4228910960_41e3a2c07f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-4036706768151861778</id><published>2009-12-17T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:04:07.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Graduation ceremony, 16th December 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another milestone, everything has come to an end. At least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, is less sappy/touched but realization that I am actually very highly educated. Never in my life I would consider doing a Masters but here I am, with a Masters in my hand and the knowledge at the back of my head. This whole thing is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this year, I know Domo, got wiser, met lena and her family. Is a fruitful experience. I will not do it again but I enjoyed every minute of it. I dare say, I put in my very best and am pleased with the results (me in my regalia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the photos do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4191592523/" title="IMG_2102 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4191592523_a90cca4286.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_2102" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4192353156/" title="IMG_2100 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2642/4192353156_25498f2125.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_2100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4192360304/" title="IMG_5743 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2722/4192360304_a3b9dce24c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_5743" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4191593629/" title="IMG_2180 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2660/4191593629_8b2f862083.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_2180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4191599577/" title="IMG_5772 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4191599577_82ae4ea179.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_5772" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a pocket and hence, I have to put it in a very safe place. WAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-4036706768151861778?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4036706768151861778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4036706768151861778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/graduation-ceremony-16th-december-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4191592523_a90cca4286_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-462545792622551161</id><published>2009-12-11T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:40:37.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to lena's to meet her mum. Her mum is good with her skills, skills that can read a person in depth. I finally met her and she poured out my history and it made me upset. Upset coz is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family: My parents love me though I always feel they do not. Due to their ability constraint, they can't offer what I would expect and it tore our relationship. Talks like "maybe you should reincarnate into a more wealthy family in your next life" or " I can't afford to let you study university, poly education is what I am going to provide and whatever next in your own business". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that make me wonder their love for me when I was much younger. I thought they were selfish but never the fact that they were not able to provide whatever families are providing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This resolution amplified how selfish I was to think the world revolved around me. Me alone. They did whatever they could and whatever they were able to, to provide me with education and somewhat cushy life. Yet, I am so ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't the most bright student when I was much younger. My mum had to send me to tuition, swimming classes, abacus classes and what's not, thinking such activities will flex my brain muscles to their maximum capacity. Every month, mum has to pay a truckload of fees to sustain my weekly 'exercise' just so I can be 'normal'. I disappointed her time and time again by being rebellious, being stupid. She even has to take up a second job cleaning up people's houses to keep up with the growing monetary needs. How ungrateful am I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teared. I know they love me. I really do but I am never contented. I always wanted more. More this more that, more luxury items, more holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at myself now, I still wonder what will my life be if I do not have to work and study. Will my life be much more cushy? Will my results be more outstanding? It did crossed my mind that they are suffering in sg while I am 'enjoying' life here in aussie and I WANT TO DO SOMETHING. Something to ratify the situation but my flesh is weak. I NEVER ASK FOR MONEY except for uni fees. In my heart, I know the fees is rocket high and I only asked what remaining that I can't managed to save for. Yet, I always wonder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my dad last week. I almost cried. I knew what he wants to hear and I told him, " i will send money home once I get a job." Words so sweet but sometimes reality is not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only, reality mirrored words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-462545792622551161?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/462545792622551161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/462545792622551161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-to-lenas-to-meet-her-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-3586651302543277434</id><published>2009-12-06T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:18:47.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you have a moment where you fall all over again with your other half? I found mine. I found the moment where I fall all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-3586651302543277434?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3586651302543277434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3586651302543277434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-have-moment-where-you-fall-all.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-764867759116490930</id><published>2009-12-04T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:51:56.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was reading sze's entry and did the quiz... give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-764867759116490930?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/764867759116490930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/764867759116490930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-reading-szes-entry-and-did-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-2575141415142031378</id><published>2009-12-01T06:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:37:08.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling surreal, having only a few hours of undisturbed sleep. I felt replenished, uncanny. Probably due to the fact that Sly is back, like a pillar that was missing (when he was away), was finally filling the cold place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been cool, with the hours bestowed to me, I have less to worry about; the PR application of course. I have not exactly reached the desired amount but my feeling has got less tensed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumes had been sent with errors, mistake on my part. But lena's mum's words consoled me, that I shouldn't be worried. My mum's word taunted me in my dire state of mind. &lt;br /&gt;"If is meant to be, IT will happened", she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a believer of her words but that's the only thing I survived on, for now at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to not hold onto something that only makes me upset. Too shy to admit I am in rock bottom. Hence, why I like to stay home and mull over my morbid thoughts. Had been throwing my concentration on form fillings and leisure reading, it seems to take my mind off the desperation I felt. Not being to work in my field due to my residency status, is not something I should mopped on. Bitter, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People urged me to enjoy my holiday, and I very much wish to. But it seems senseless and guilty to do. I know I should take a break after 16 years of studying. 16 long dreary years. Time really fly pass, don't they? And now, I am standing at my cross road, waiting for a sign. A sign to light the unknown path that I should embark on. My instincts have worn out and I doubt my judgement every now and then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Domo for being around and being ever so supporting to my reckless, careless and lack of foresight. He has been amazing but I need to deal with this emo-ness alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bird for being ever so understanding and Sze, you are definitely not forgotten, you tide me through my waves of insecurity. Von has been really supportive, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all the things and people I want/need, what more do I need to succeed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-2575141415142031378?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2575141415142031378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2575141415142031378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-surreal-having-only-few-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-2816725793130883479</id><published>2009-11-24T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:43:40.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever feel like u been to heaven and was kicked out for no apparent reason? Or have you put in whatever effort to assure someone you care for but is just doesn't seem enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered, why do people want to get attached? To be in a turbulence-like relationship? Feeling the high of being loved and loving someone, at the same time, feeling the low of being not good enough and being maligned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused to pick up the phone, not because I am heartless. In fact, is the opposite. I always end up feeling guilty when I hear him all sappy. I know is not my fault but why do I feel so bad when I hear him?! It breaks my heart knowing that I am not the person in the world to bring him happiness, only pain and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are trying to cheer me up saying that the translator is to blame. But, I know this is the not first and will never be the last fight we have over trivial stuff. I can feel it in my bones. I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-2816725793130883479?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2816725793130883479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2816725793130883479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/have-you-ever-feel-like-u-been-to.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-4164753772688178462</id><published>2009-11-24T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:39:01.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had the chance to get hold of Maybelline's Colossal, which claims to give 9x volume after application and how it doesn't clump. Being a mascara freak, I decided to challenge this wand. The bottle looks fugly, nothing about it attracts my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4130588114/" title="IMG_1654 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2545/4130588114_b951925422.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1654" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a good friend, I intend to try it and do a pictorial review on it. Firstly, I need a model to demonstrate the 'magic wand'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum roll please, I present DOMO PLEASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4130587420/" title="IMG_1650 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2754/4130587420_2d26208c09.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his left eyes, without any application of Colossal. Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4129822555/" title="IMG_1637 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2735/4129822555_2d7c6a63f1.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1637" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his right eyes, with only one coat of Colossal. Darn Angmohs, they don't even need to curl their lashes. Fucking hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there's no clumping but that could be because it's new. It claims to give 9x volume but I think they exaggerated it. Overall, it does give his eyes volume but not as much as it claimed, approximately 4x? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is not too bad from a drug store cosmetic brand and is definitely better than most I had tried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4130587924/" title="IMG_1641 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2523/4130587924_726abe4ee2.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1641" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how it opens up his eyes.... pretty indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4130588288/" title="IMG_1657 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2757/4130588288_6068bbf9e1.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1657" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give it 4/5 stars... Do give it a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-4164753772688178462?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4164753772688178462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4164753772688178462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/had-chance-in-getting-hold-of.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2545/4130588114_b951925422_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-74293403960402390</id><published>2009-11-21T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:08:50.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>每个女孩身边都有一个不是男朋友的男性朋友- 你们可能相爱过，你们也可能喜欢着彼此，但为了什么原因你们没能在一起？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许他为了朋友之间的义气，不能追你；&lt;br /&gt;也许你们相遇太早，还不懂得珍惜对方；&lt;br /&gt;也许你们相遇太晚，你们身边已有了另一个人；&lt;br /&gt;也许你回头太迟，他已不再等待；&lt;br /&gt;也许你们彼此在捉摸对方的心，而迟迟无法跨出界限。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过即使你们未曾在一起，你们还是保持了朋友的关系。但你们心里都很清楚知己对对方超逾朋友之间的一份关心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使不能跟他名正言顺的牵着手逛街，心理任然认知彼此都很在乎对方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他有喜欢的人，当朋友的你口头上会帮他追，可是心里却不是很清楚你是不是真的希望他能追到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当他遇到困难时，你会尽所能帮他，不会计较谁欠谁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男朋友吃醋时，你会安抚他说你们只是朋友，但你心中总会有那么一丝的不确定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人这辈子，心中都有过这么一个特别却很矛盾的男性朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一开始你不甘心你们之间只做朋友，但久后，才发现这样最好：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你宁可用你的方式去关心他，总好过有一天面临分手的下场；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你心中的这个特别的朋友。。。是谁呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-74293403960402390?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/74293403960402390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/74293403960402390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-3101751179822630553</id><published>2009-11-21T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T03:49:45.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Paul had a party, to honour his last day at his place where he called home for years. He is moving to somewhere away from Indooroopilly and gathered most of his hippy/pothead friends to come together to celebrate his 'moving-on'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 12.30am, which most of us are off work, Mitch and crew were waiting outside to 'escort' us to the party. Andrew, the adonis, who much prefer to avoid any social events, was there. Despite knowing I have less than 8 hours of sleep, I went to 'watch'. Texted kim, who bailed on the party,about the rare sight of andrew in a social event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of the party, Jesse and I were preoccupied with our water war, something that is not uncommon; people seems to like to play water war with me. Running around and was weaving through stoners, to avoid being the ultimate victim of the day. All the guys were against myself and I was fully drenched before 1am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazed me was that the fact there wasn't any hint of anger in me. In fact, it was fun. Everyone who participated were laughing at my detriment but I was happy that I got everyone participating, though at my expense. We weren't gentle and I even pour leftover beers at them, which were sitting randomly around. Was good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, the usually composed night manager, joined in and I could see that he wasn't exactly uptight and could enjoy a good laugh. The sight of him having fun and laughing with us, is comparable to the sight of a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast, kim wasn't in the limelight and based on her tone, I could tell she was irritated by me. I wasn't flirting, far from it, I was just doing a boys thing; something I do when I have fun with Adrian and groomer-friends. She was bitter and was commenting how much chemistry I had with Jesse. Jesse is a good mate and we don't mind having good fun by ribbing each other. Having no sexual agenda, was the foundation of our friendship and can't be compared to Kim's. She tend to forget the fact that I don't exactly have sexual agenda with any of the crews. As such, they don't have to worry they will hurt my feeling by rejecting me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the party before Jesse has the chance to taped me on my chair. All drenched and smelling like overnight maccas ( according to Kim), I walked home and left the party. Surprisingly, the party ended very much after I left. Lesson learnt: Asians are the number one target for party entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Not upping myself about my importance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-3101751179822630553?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3101751179822630553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3101751179822630553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/paul-had-party-to-honour-his-last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-219427550587384248</id><published>2009-11-01T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:14:55.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally found time to do RnR. Went to Kim's place for beer and chicken, update on our lives, so on and so forth.Kim got into a relationship with John Stewart, the guy who "mentioned" that I am hot while I was back in Sg. I am glad Kim is happy with him, she deserves someone who loves her. She has so much to give and so much to offer, though I disagree with her being comfortable or her ambition to be a housewife (refusing to find a full time job). At least they put each other in place, while one found the passion to keep drawing, another finally sits down and start writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewie(John)is a talented comic writer and has his comic published, occasionally exhibit his works in Comic Convention. For those who are interested, you could prolly google Phatsville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I found one comic posted on the interweb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4062864193/" title="vhscomic by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2512/4062864193_3e45a3521c_o.jpg" width="510" height="581" alt="vhscomic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim is an aspired novel writer and god, that girl can fucking write. &lt;br /&gt;Check out her work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;factorysketches.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did the reverend story when she was in yr 12. Impressive indeed and got some sort of youth writer award. Her goal is to complete her factory story by the age of 25, 2 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this "digusting" pair who put each other in place and how they love the smell of each other's sweat. Their love story makes me wanna throw up. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-219427550587384248?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/219427550587384248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/219427550587384248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-found-time-to-do-rnr.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-8356596089835453489</id><published>2009-10-29T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:29:18.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was trying to google one of my ex-friend and prolly stalk her a bit. But all I find is her dirt little secrets. I gotta admit that's more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a link that leads to OK cupid. OK, I have no idea what it was ,but it sounds like a dating site and I ventured in. Feeling like a Private Eye, my blood pumps in an erratic manner and eyes wide alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4054203995/" title="kashi by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2437/4054203995_cc79e00a86.jpg" width="272" height="500" alt="kashi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when we were 20 years old!!!! Must she do that? She was a lovely girl. Since forever, she joined IRC and whatever to know guys but OK cupid? That sounds like something you will do when we are late 30s and knit/ play with your cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4054204067/" title="kashi1 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/4054204067_ab21ab6380.jpg" width="480" height="146" alt="kashi1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on lor. The likelihood of finding a great non-RA rated man on such site is nearly zero. I know how it feels to want to be in love but joining dating sites are not a proactive way to know guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw more profiles from various forums and other random sites. Don't question me about the authenticity of the profiles. I named her nick for her and I know her birthdays and address. I am not trying to expose her to defame her. I just find is interesting, especially after nearly 7 years of separation, our lives had been so different and we still seek the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her, love. Me, success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-8356596089835453489?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8356596089835453489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8356596089835453489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/was-trying-to-google-one-of-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2437/4054203995_cc79e00a86_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-9036259870401780169</id><published>2009-10-28T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:14:59.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having SWOT this week, a chance to rejuvenate the soul but can't lost mind that exams is just 1.5 weeks from now. A test on my discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this evil uncanny feeling last week. Not going to gym for the entire week and stuffed myself with carbs. Thus, have been trying to gym almost every single day to burn off whatever that I had accumulated last week. But I realised one week of sedentary lifestyle has affected my motivation and stamina. Late night instant noodle haunts me, the craving for ice-cream crush me and the idea of slurping on a bowl of laksa thrills me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop all my nonsense and remind myself, this is the last graduation you are ever going to go through. PHD IS OUT OF THE PICTURE so THIS IS IT! Fat gorgeous or look gorgeously slim. COME ON, you decide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am typing this while having KFC.... WTH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pic that should have been up ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This korean place serves delicious chicken !!!! Domo loves the cuttlefish thingy. I reckon the cuttlefish is a hard as rubber. If you are seeking for any main dish, don't bother. WAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4052138374/" title="04092009 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/4052138374_39cc7afd5b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="04092009" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4052138544/" title="04092009(001) by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3511/4052138544_18af937205.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="04092009(001)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4051394531/" title="04092009(002) by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2581/4051394531_0ddfb8889b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="04092009(002)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic doesn't do justice to the juiciness of the chicken. AUD 28 for a plate of chicken(u can request for all drumsticks)and you can request half soy and garlic (highly recommended) flavour and hot and spicy. At Charlotte St, next to the korean super mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and I went to have dinner at Nathan. The name of the place is pretty dumb, so dumb that I can't remember but the food is decent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4052139084/" title="29092009(002) by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2741/4052139084_8f5fcd9473.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="29092009(002)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/4051395089/" title="29092009(003) by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4051395089_cb077113bd.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="29092009(003)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the back of the wall is like a wall of fame, filled with pics of god knows who. It's pretty comfy eating place for students in Griffith University Nathan Campus. No pics of the food as yours truly digged into the food the minute it was served. I WAS THAT HUNGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food wise, alright~~ onli. Nothing special and doesn't deserve us travelling down. Price wise, AUD 10 for a hot place fish something. AUD 3 plus for an iced coffee... Jessica's tea was cheap though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks, till den.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-9036259870401780169?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/9036259870401780169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/9036259870401780169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/having-swot-this-week-chance-to.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/4052138374_39cc7afd5b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-1048760112612532075</id><published>2009-10-26T03:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T03:51:42.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Friends come and go at different phrases of your life. They leave because they are seeking a different path from mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't resent or hate anyone who parted from my life, just admitting the fact that is their time to seek greener pastures. I let go with a smile and wish them all the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being friends with me is not an easy task. My erratic temper and my brutal comments are not something people are willing to embrace. I am glad and grateful for those who stood by me, regardless of my unacceptable behaviours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email from a friend, a special friend. A friendship that is so strong and yet so weak that staying away is the best option for both of us. I am so glad that xxx is happier ever since. Maybe I was the one who was holding her back, reminding her of things she doesn't need to be remembered. Or maybe, like what Jessica in Qut said, I made her feel small and she can't deal with negative friendships. I couldn't give a fuck to what Jessica said but what she said had set me thinking deep and hard. Could it be me? Could I be that negative that people just can't stay around? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied the email. I surprised myself by replying to the email with tears rolling down. Set me thinking about the days we shared and the phone calls we had. The emotion well hidden away were suddenly emerged to the surface. I missed you. You were always on my mind and seeing you smile again assured me that I made the right choice. I hope you get a good job and succeed in whatever you do. Knowing you, you prolly got a job even before you go back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, this is what we need, a closure. Thanks for everything. The Past, the Present and the Future to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-1048760112612532075?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1048760112612532075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1048760112612532075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends-come-and-go-at-different.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-3621339271136067918</id><published>2009-10-09T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:48:12.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Done with all assignments, but all soul is drained from exhaustion. My body clock has not adjust to pre-assignment days and has kept me awake. Currently, I am away from work and was trying to dig my head into the pile of uni work. The word load in uni is never subsiding, in fact, it is constantly piling up. But during these week of hectic-ness, there is always one person to brighten up the crazy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 March 2009 was when we got together. 6 months later, we celebrated and share our love in our own little ways. He was pressured to give me the best 6months anniversary, to be the perfect boyfriend he deemed I should have. He planned a treasure hunt, around places where we went on dates (around Indooroopilly). His initial thoughts were seeking assistance from both of our friends, to play the hint card giver at the designated locations. But I rejected. Though we didn't exactly have that much fun with the treasure hunt, I love it. Love the fact you put in so much effort, so much time and so much love. Thank you, mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3993684572/" title="IMG_1585 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/3993684572_b3a007567f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1585" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my inner shy-ness, I have no intention to put up the others. DEAL WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3993686926/" title="IMG_1584 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2664/3993686926_38ece31528.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1584" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amid all the assignments, I found time to do show some love to Domo. My fave mini domo is the one with the fringe. Is cute ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3992926167/" title="IMG_1583 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2523/3992926167_cdbbcd8949.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1583" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned that the greatest gift will be me telling him I love him. (Do note, I didn't say it before, even after so long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3992923785/" title="IMG_1587 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3420/3992923785_06e981e310.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1587" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treasure at the end of the hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3992922093/" title="IMG_1599 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3527/3992922093_01e4263b06.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1599" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-3621339271136067918?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3621339271136067918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3621339271136067918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/done-with-all-assignments-but-all-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/3993684572_b3a007567f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-7646303527967873124</id><published>2009-09-23T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:15:08.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning, Australians woke up to a sky of orange. A sight of Armageddon. Is totally horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is due to Sydney Dust storm and the wind direction is not helping, blowing them over to Brisbane. Everyone is amused but my nose declined to join the hoohaas. Constant sneezing has caused my nose to lose its ability to smell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to the radio and people constantly calling in to exclaim how the dust covered their car. ( my car used to be white, is now red). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the pics. The pics are taken much later in the day by Domo. You people should be here to experience it. If this is Armageddon, I have every intention to stock up masks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3947406636/" title="23092009156 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2558/3947406636_aaccb9ab36.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="23092009156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3947406448/" title="23092009150 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2608/3947406448_a6dd10a91f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="23092009150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3947406278/" title="23092009143 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3509/3947406278_f76bed49ac.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="23092009143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-7646303527967873124?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7646303527967873124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7646303527967873124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-morning-australians-woke-up-to-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2558/3947406636_aaccb9ab36_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-6461656741689646458</id><published>2009-09-05T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:35:12.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally let go. The idea of my aunt going to another world has finally kicked in. I resisted the idea of calling home to avoid facing the fact, is gone. I called my uncle and all I asked was, " it is true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream. A dream so real that I can't get myself back to sleep. How I wish everything is an April's fool joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wake. Female. Few days later, I know about the dreading news. I wish I was there and yet I know I can never be as strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Lee family, my heart is with you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest 4th Aunt, may u be happy in another world, free of all pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said how much you have impacted me as a child. For you have provided whatever you can to your daughters, in ways so different from mine. Though you and my mum have different beliefs about bringing up a kid, both of u are the greatest mums in your own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-6461656741689646458?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/6461656741689646458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/6461656741689646458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-finally-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-4307864020368536177</id><published>2009-08-24T05:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T05:34:14.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been busy or at least tried to strike off my to-do list. Domo has been amazing, constantly trying to meet up with Little Miss Wanna-Stay-At-Home. Always has a little treat for me. Boost or coffee. I am in a good place. We are indeed in a good place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of all the hectic random schedules, we are making time for US. Every Friday is just one of those days where he tries to see me whenever he can. Class ends at 9 for us and work starts at 9.30 for me. Is madness how I need to rush every single friday. I brisked walked, he run to catch up with my madness just to catch a glimpse of me and say "have fun at work". Last week, we didn't get to rush home together. He didn't managed to catch up with me and the bus driver drove off with him at the door, cursing and swearing. I laughed and my heart melt. Silly Domo, is it even worth it?! Don't have to bid goodbye, coz you are always in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what the world thinks of us. Is just u n me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-4307864020368536177?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4307864020368536177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4307864020368536177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-been-busy-or-at-least-tried-to.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-2175804740770707855</id><published>2009-08-12T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:38:10.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>National Day in Brissy, truly an experience. Renewing our pledge at 8.22pm sg time regardless of where u are or what u are doing, seems like a commitment for someone like me. But I did it. Meant every single words when I said it aloud. We know the words but do we really mean it? I daresay, that night was the only time I mean whatever I said. Every single word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The national anthem blasted in the background and every single one in the room stood up singing with pride. My eyes were clouded, my heart rushing with so much emotions. Since when we are that patriotic? I asked myself throughout the event but I am glad I did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, I got sick from that event. Sore throat, sore body and chronic headache. Is insane. Fine, singaporeans just have something to complain abt. Is in our blood and get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3814635148/" title="P1040351 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/3814635148_592765a7c5.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1040351" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3814635058/" title="P1040358 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2486/3814635058_b01f3e9eb2.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1040358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3813826477/" title="P1040356 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/3813826477_f735c9f9ca.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1040356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo has been sweet enough to visit and cook me dinners, while I nursed my incorrigible headache. Thank you sweetie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have accumulate a decadent of karma to enjoy such blessings now. Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-2175804740770707855?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2175804740770707855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2175804740770707855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day-in-brissy-truly-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/3814635148_592765a7c5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-3192822265205364950</id><published>2009-07-26T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:52:09.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a rush. A rush of feelings. I miss home, family and hades. Felt like I lost a part of me with them due to the distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't talk to bro for months. The lil young boy who used to consult me on everything and anything. Where is the bond? I hope he still talks to me, anything or nothing in particular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, He is such a worry. The boy who gets into trouble for all random acts, detentions and caning in school. Now that he is all grown up and has developed his own set of ideas, it only get me all cringed at the idea that he will be put in jail for some random bullshit. He is not in trouble as far as I know but drama tends to stick around him like a plague. Regardless of whatever he did, he is still my baby brother and will always be my soft spot. I fret that he will make any silly moves that he will regret forever, in relation to his career path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am not with my family, I want them to know I care and I will do whatever I can to give us a better life. Be safe and wait for me to finish studying. I know I will provide us with a good life. Have faith.In me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all greatness be with you and my family. Lil sis, you are not forgotten. Is funny that distance actually pull us together. Get well and don't get hurt again. You are young and heal fast but please don't take chances. You may not be as lucky next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family. I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-3192822265205364950?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3192822265205364950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3192822265205364950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-rush.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-7046779999977744684</id><published>2009-07-20T04:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T05:03:17.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is almost random that some thinks that marrying your cousin is actually palatable. Not referring to maternal side, of course. Not that it matters, maternal or paternal side. In my opinion, is just not 'right'. Definition of 'right' and 'wrong' is very much subjective and could be a construct to some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine yourself smooching your cousin? Not to mention the fact that retardation could be an issue of concern, morality is very much questionable. Maybe,  I am a prude or maybe I am just typically ASIAN. The thought irks me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe those who seen my cousins would explains my thought of inbreeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Rach got me to morph a kid pic. Tell me what you think about the kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3736663622/" title="Baby-of-n690445495-1964796-5216021-jpg-and-IMG-1370-JPG by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2599/3736663622_e03800c786.jpg" width="300" height="400" alt="Baby-of-n690445495-1964796-5216021-jpg-and-IMG-1370-JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3736663644/" title="n690445495-1964796-5216021-jpg--IMG-1370-JPG by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3504/3736663644_1ce016ae17.jpg" width="300" height="400" alt="n690445495-1964796-5216021-jpg--IMG-1370-JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-7046779999977744684?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7046779999977744684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7046779999977744684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-almost-random-that-some-thinks-that.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2599/3736663622_e03800c786_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-7761850761699043855</id><published>2009-07-16T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:19:42.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The man did his cooking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entree. The size was good enough for a main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3726468952/" title="IMG_1359 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2634/3726468952_f9e68e0918.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1359" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main, is almost like breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3725662605/" title="IMG_1409 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3725662605_3dcfed6636.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1409" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was working his arse off cooking all the fancy food in the kitchen, I was working on my 'Restaurant City'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should flood the blog post with my zhi lian pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you guys can see, His study room is a mess. I am not complaining, mine is way worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3725662839/" title="IMG_1370 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2656/3725662839_fb56c04683.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3725662997/" title="IMG_1366 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3491/3725662997_4553844a4c.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3726469898/" title="IMG_1406p by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/3726469898_91de8ebf96.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1406p" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks the man for his effort. Was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3725663459/" title="IMG_1376 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3725663459_5781cb83f7.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present the man, Domo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3726470332/" title="IMG_1377 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2461/3726470332_50ab8fa62e.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'Marley and Me'. GOD! Both of us brawled into tears. Was amazing, I thought of Dolly and Domo thought of Astro. Both dearies passed on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do watch it and tell me what you think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-7761850761699043855?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7761850761699043855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7761850761699043855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/man-did-his-cooking.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2634/3726468952_f9e68e0918_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-7733312650433713744</id><published>2009-07-11T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:22:57.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from volleyball session with domo. Played for 30mins and I was panting like a dog. God! That's how fit I am am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a jog and sprint thingy, almost died from exhaustion!! He just jogged around me, nudging me to go on. I just waved him away. Cry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so so unfit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, Domo got me scratchy. Something that I haven't done before. He did it just to let me have a go at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3708405629/" title="IMG_1341 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2527/3708405629_1d9396bde4.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? We got one! It works like a bingo and we won 8 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3708411693/" title="IMG_1346 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3447/3708411693_1713b8755a.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo got me tulips to surprise me. That's like ultra Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3708419321/" title="IMG_1352 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2452/3708419321_c3e07b22b1.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1352" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulips at its full glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3709233462/" title="IMG_1353 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2476/3709233462_d7cc4b1905.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1353" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tulips are amazing. Pour cold water in the vase, and ding ding. Fully bloom! It was crumpling and wilting previously but got revived. Cold water is just...A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bet with Domo. Wimbledon doubles title. The william sisters won and so I got a nice meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steak wrapped with bacon rashers, topped with creamy mushroom sauce with cos leaves as garnish. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3709234738/" title="IMG_1356 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2600/3709234738_8d1e274106.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy man with his master piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3709237000/" title="IMG_1357 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2572/3709237000_6c433542a5.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thank you kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3709240760/" title="IMG_1358 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2467/3709240760_6c077dc637.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Domo. Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-7733312650433713744?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7733312650433713744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7733312650433713744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-came-back-from-volleyball-session.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2527/3708405629_1d9396bde4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-3704874602595635152</id><published>2009-07-03T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:25:37.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you guys watched 'Ghosts of ex gf's past' staring jennifer garner and matthew mcconaughey. You would know this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone once told me that the power in all relationships lies with whoever cares less, and he was right. But power isn't happiness, and I think that maybe happiness comes from caring more about people rather than less... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true, indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not the one who loves easily or give in to the word 'love', but I do care for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there and patiently waiting. Heartless as it may seem, a thank you is all I can give you. Hope liking u and caring for you is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo made me a 'congrats,exam is over for u' dinner. Pretty random but very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I am truly surprised by how much effort he put into that dinner. A 4-course meal. Started with a soup, Chicken and corn soup, followed by an entree. Had fettuccine aglio olio with sun dried tomatoes and pork chop as main. Honestly, I almost puked after the main course. Was gigantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/tokio_gal/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1269-pola-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/tokio_gal/IMG_1269-pola-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/tokio_gal/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1268-pola-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/tokio_gal/IMG_1268-pola-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, he carved the rose. Random hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the monster meal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/tokio_gal/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1293-pola-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/tokio_gal/IMG_1293-pola-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made desserts too... but I got too stuffed to eat it, hence didn't take photos. We just spent the night watching 'Coupling' n cuddling. I asked his mum if she was joining us for dinner. She gave me a reply that made me walked off awkwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You must be very lucky for him to cook such a meal.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled when she said it. But, being socially retarded, I didn't know how I should react, I giggled and walked off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you domo! I had a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/tokio_gal/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1271-pola-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/tokio_gal/IMG_1271-pola-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-3704874602595635152?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3704874602595635152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3704874602595635152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/domo-made-me-congratsexam-is-over-for-u.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-8818676162747052640</id><published>2009-07-01T06:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:26:40.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have finally uploaded all the pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3676039359/" title="IMG_1230 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2590/3676039359_8bd9090b7c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me all these kit kats from Japan. My fave? Erm... Sweet Potato. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3676039649/" title="IMG_1249 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2590/3676039649_6b94e82b64.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Easter, I got a Gigantic Egg! Still sitting on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim got me something too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3676853918/" title="IMG_1250 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3596/3676853918_b742d30d8c.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I decided to show u guys something really lame. Is something that we like to do. We declared thumb war!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=e342b9b98d&amp;photo_id=3615308323"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=e342b9b98d&amp;photo_id=3615308323" height="300" width="400"&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/32185498-8818676162747052640?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8818676162747052640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8818676162747052640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-finally-uploaded-all-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2590/3676039359_8bd9090b7c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-1148963979908459393</id><published>2009-06-28T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:22:09.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>金牛座&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;金牛座的人似乎天生就有忧郁和压抑的性格。当这些累积到顶点时，就会如同火山一般的爆开。他们在十二星座中算是工作最勤勉，刻苦耐劳、坚忍不拔的；耐心、耐力、韧性是其特性。他们相信拥有爱情、美丽与富有的喜悦，是生命存在的证明，也是他信仰的真理，为了这个目的；他们会选择最安全、确实的途径（通常是长期的酝酿和深思熟虑的结论），一旦下定决心，没有人可以改变它。&gt;&gt;　　　　他们忠诚、真心、善解人意、实际、不浮夸、率真、负责，凡事讲求规则及合理性。喜欢新理念并会花时间去接触、证明，是个自我要求完美的人；同时他们对物质和美的生产力方面，也是超人一等。&gt; 　　 Ⅰ&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;区金牛 4.21-4.30&gt;&gt;　　行星是金&gt; 星，是爱和美的象征，它赋了你爱的坚定和固定的性情。乐意行善，坚忍，有意志力，有活力。爱恨都很固执，不轻易放弃，能和人共甘苦，慈悲为怀，特别是对待亲近的人更是如此，显示出真正的豁达大方。&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 　　Ⅱ区金牛 5.1-5.10&gt;&gt;　　　　&gt; 行星是水星，是知识的象征，主宰心灵中较理智的部份。为人审慎，保守，积极，脑子灵活，受到好影响会显出机警、知觉力、勤勉而坚强的人格。不好的影响则会窥探、干涉、冷漠、极端、健忘、表情太多的倾向。&gt; 　　Ⅲ区金牛 5.11-5..20&gt;&gt;　　　　&gt; 行星是土星，它是时间的象征，统治思想和沉思的倾向。使得它的子民，变得小心翼翼，有耐心和体贴。它的力量在于稳定、坚忍和毅力之中。财富靠勤俭和小心投资。具宽大心胸，仁慈，乐于行善，富同情心。&gt;&gt; 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;金牛座男性&gt; 　　• 基本性格&gt; &gt;&gt;　　　　金牛座男性个性温和顺从，喜爱和平，崇尚和睦，性格沉稳，总是三思而后行。对人对事态度慎重，趋于保守，固执且一根筋，常会被人称作不懂变通的顽固派。极具韧性，只要是自己认准的事情，不管多大的困难也要坚持到底。有较强的责任感，对同事有深厚的友情，但由于对事情多计较，会遭到朋友的误解。平时温文尔雅，但一旦动怒，却又令人望而生畏。对于金牛座男性而言，一定要拿捏准何时应针锋相对，何时应退让一步，盲目的勇敢有时会惹来大祸。&gt; 　　　　•&gt; &lt;br /&gt;注意点&gt;&gt;　　　　所到之处，足以令其蓬荜生辉，但有时会因为意见相左而引起不和，所以一定要适度地表现出宽容的雅量。不要只顾眼前利益，只有学会用长远眼光看待人生，才能成就大业。节约和节制固然重要，但如果为人过于吝啬，即便是投入很大也换不来好名声，只会遭到人们的反感。&gt;&gt; 　　　　• 职业和金钱&gt;&gt;　　　　金牛座男性缺乏果敢和冒险精神，可能会因此而错过许多良机，处世时应切记这一点。虽然开拓精神不足，但有很强的直觉力，如果借助于此脚踏实地安稳的开展事业，定会获得成功。如果你是金牛座，学习专业技术是最佳的选择。由于缺乏冒险精神，在尝试新事物上会有些难度，但因为你偏重感性，有较强的直觉和与生俱来的艺术天分，如果成为专业人士或某个领域的佼佼者，人生会过得很惬意。&gt;&gt;　　　　适合的具体职业有作家、画家、儿童文学家、设计师、食品制造、出版行业、金融业等，最好长时间地投入某个领域，如果在企业供职，则以总务、劳务、策划等管理职务和技术研究职务为优先考量，秘书职业也很有前途。&gt;&gt; 　　　　走财运的年龄是26、33、42、51、60岁，&gt; 最好在30岁到40岁之间成就事业。&gt; 　　　　• 恋爱和婚姻&gt;&gt;　　　　金牛座男性爱得深情款款，温情脉脉，安静温和的特质具有让人内心舒适的神奇魅力。爱情运很好，但不会走桃花运，平凡的婚姻生活也需要经济实力作后盾。作为金牛座，你的身上还保留着孩童般的纯真和浮躁，希望和年长的女性谈恋爱。金牛座男性很少会因为盲目的爱情或冲动的情欲而损害身体，大多都是以结婚为大前提开始恋爱。在性生活方面缺乏自制力，有时会不分时间和场所的亢奋起来，热衷于性爱，对同性恋也有兴致。性格固执，警戒心强，占有欲和嫉妒心超过一般水准，所以一定要学会宽宏大量。&gt; 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;　　　　理想的结婚对象是摩羯座、处女座女&gt; 性，年龄最好相差6岁左右，同龄者和年长者也不错。24、33岁时会遇到最佳伴侣，适宜晚婚，另外相亲促成的婚姻比自由恋爱婚姻更为理想。你看女性的眼光不够准，难以区分爱情和同情心，所以选择结婚对象时，最好向身边的亲友寻求帮助。&gt; 　　　　• 健康和疾病&gt;&gt;　&gt; 　　　步入中年之后，要特别注意因荷尔蒙和脏器功能的衰退引起的糖尿病和肾病，酒少喝无妨，但一定要戒烟。咽喉和食道的疾病会危及生命，而肾病和泌尿系统疾病会带来极大的痛苦，所以应当定期进行检查。&gt;&gt; 　　　　应格外注意疾病的年龄是&gt; 22、34、43、59岁，长寿秘诀是养成有节制的生活习惯。&gt; 　　　　• 住宅&gt;&gt;　　　　整体外观和谐统一，四周树木繁茂，生活便利，带有田园风格，能够保护个人隐私，且令你身心舒畅的住宅才是最理想的住宅。从位置来看最好距离繁华街道不远，但不要在街边，门窗最好朝东北偏东向或东向。&gt;&gt; 　&gt; 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;金牛座女性&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 　　 • &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;基本性格&gt;&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;　　　金牛座女性在优裕的环境中长大，为人自然亲切，个性温柔，顺从。爱洁净，崇尚美好忠贞的爱情，具有抵制虚伪和谎言坚定不移的信念，并以此广泛地影响他人。&gt; 　　　　温柔女孩&gt;&gt; 　　　　会不事&gt; 张扬地对处在困境中的人伸出援助之手。对他人的关爱之心比任何人都丰富，所以家里通常挤满了拾来的小猫小狗。&gt; 　　　　慢条斯理&gt; 　　　无论做什么事都慢条斯理。&gt; 　　　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;信用度&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 　　　　向来信守约定，在朋友中间信用度堪称第一。但是一定要注意言行，不要让自己成为别人茶余饭后的谈资。&gt; 　　　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;固执己见&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 　　　　平时总是面带微笑，可一旦心情低落，就会紧闭心&gt; 扉，一言不发。要学会认真地倾听对方的意见。&gt; 　　　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;实现目标&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 　　　　认准目标之后，会一步一个脚印、脚踏实地前进。如果下定决心开始积蓄，将来有可能成为百万富翁。&gt; 　　　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;太过慎重&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;　　　　你待人随和，会吸&gt; 引很多朋友和你交往。但是态度过于慎重，不愿敞开心扉，这会使你错失良机，成为拓宽人际关系的绊脚石。&gt; 　　　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;愉快地生活&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 　　　　向往美好的事物，具有将生活安排得愉悦惬意的&gt; 卓越能力。在自己的房间里，会把称心的娃娃靠在床头，内心充满浪漫，一生都是如此。&gt;&gt; 　　　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;独占欲&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 　　　　独占欲极强，如果得知知心密友和其他的朋友交往亲密，就会觉得朋友背叛了自己。&gt; 　　　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;压力&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt; 　　　　热爱和平的金牛座是彻头彻尾的乐天派。如果有什么事&gt; 会使你不安，一定是朋友们的一些戏言。学会一只耳朵进，一只耳朵出，就会轻松很多了。&gt;&gt; 　　　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;习惯&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;　　　　总是优游自在的生活，稍有不慎就有变成真黄牛的危险。一边看电视，一边慢腾腾地吃光饼干的习惯应当立即改正。金牛座还有让别人焦躁不已的习惯，这一点会引起人们的不满。&gt; 　　　　&lt;br /&gt;幸福感&gt;&gt; 　　　　如果每天都和随和亲&gt; 近的朋友在一起，会感觉沉浸在幸福当中，无法想象没有情感的生活。如果选择适合自己个性、随心所欲的工作，也会获得幸福的满足感。&gt; 　　　　花心程度&gt;&gt; 　　　　即便不是疯狂地爱上他，但是只&gt; 要倾心一次，就会持续好久，这就是金牛座的特点。在交往期间根本都不会注意别的男性，所以可以说情感专一。&gt; 　　　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;特长&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 　　　　金牛座在美术和艺术领域很有天分，有很多金牛座嗓音&gt; 甜美，歌声美妙。喜欢热闹，也喜欢在人前表现。&gt; 　　　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;体质&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;　　　　金牛座女性总会为自己过于丰满的胸脯而苦恼。粗短，不够柔软的脖颈和矮小的个头也是苦恼之一，但是能够拉近彼此距离的灿烂的笑脸却无可挑剔，可以为你博得许多人的好感。浓密的发丝总会为你换来美女称号。爱好美食，一看到可口的食物就挪不开脚步，所以眨眼间营养就会扩充到120%。即便如此，你也会以'不太爱运动'的托词拒绝运动，这更是使你曼妙的身体曲线毁于一旦。由于属于容易发胖的体质，所以要格外小心，但是在健康上倒不必忧虑。自然恢复能力极强，不易患病，不过需要注意颈部，不要让自己美妙的声音受到破坏。此外还应注意肾脏、泌尿系统、生殖系统的疾病，避免偏食。　&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-1148963979908459393?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1148963979908459393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1148963979908459393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/120.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-7152991625924727616</id><published>2009-06-27T20:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:25:36.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are getting fucked up. After one left, another is going too? Cool, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;If things is going that way, fuck it man. I don't need this shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you have so much grievance and anger in this, why do you keep it to yourself? I didn't know having a friendship with me is such a hard task. Deeply saddened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no coward and I will not sit around and not fight. Call me defensive, call me whatever you reckon suit. But did you ever consider that a pot is calling a kettle black? And don't go about telling me what constructive shit to do. I have a lot on my hands now, and I don't need to seek parental advice for any decisions in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't assumed that I deemed myself perfect. Even if I am, I don't need to be told.I rather feel complete than incomplete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't tell me what guilty conscious shit u assumed.One, I have every right to remain silent on some parts of my life. Two, have you checked with your source? Three, I never lied to you. Don't put this shit-less offence on me. You should prolly understand how it feels more than anyone I know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "extorting"* your weakness? Then, who is using my frankness against me? If whatever I said or did make u so fucking pissed off. I am sorry. You have been a good friend. Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, you left me speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*author did not use the exact word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-7152991625924727616?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7152991625924727616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7152991625924727616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-are-getting-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-4894544927262204690</id><published>2009-06-26T10:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:13:54.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I guess our phase of friendship has come to an end. Would very much prefer it to be all consensus, then one sided. Don't give me excuses, for I just need to know when. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate brought us together at the least expected moment of our lives. We came together defending our freedom, opened our hearts, cried aloud and god knows what we did when we were together. Throughout this, you ran, away from everyone, away from me. You always came back and said you were sorry that I weren't apart of your life, for excluding me. I tried to be understanding, to give you space. I thought that's what you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is certainly 'great' to hear from a friend about your lil party. A friend that you do not want to be around with. I asked you. You were definitely surprised. Who wouldn't be? Hur?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what's the reason but I just wanted to hear from the horse's mouth. You gave me 'the classic you' response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness is the understatement of how I feel. Utterly disappointed is more apt. Thanks for everything. Thanks for being there when I can find you around to talk things.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is as such, we just have to leave things behind and move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-4894544927262204690?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4894544927262204690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4894544927262204690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-guess-our-phase-of-friendship-has.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-4567652379100400924</id><published>2009-06-25T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:01:40.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is interesting. I have the sudden craving to be all homely and useful. I cleaned up the house. Fine, just mopping the damn floor. Is a good start. Got groceries for my baking expedition. Yes, baking. Hey peeps, I can cook ok?! Ask anyone in my FNN class. I actually aced it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to do a matcha chocolate cake. Modified it due to the lack of money to get something I am going to only use once. PIcs will be uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo did a special dinner for me to celebrate "end of exam". A lot of effort was put in and it was yum. Pics will be up too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidaying is the season to fattening yourselves up. Let's start now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-4567652379100400924?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4567652379100400924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4567652379100400924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-4372033032578137264</id><published>2009-06-11T12:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:53:57.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 23rd Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very late post, indeed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/tokio_gal/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4104-pola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/tokio_gal/IMG_4104-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/tokio_gal/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4106-pola01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/tokio_gal/IMG_4106-pola01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/tokio_gal/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4115-pola01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y111/tokio_gal/IMG_4115-pola01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-4372033032578137264?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4372033032578137264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4372033032578137264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-23rd-birthday-very-late-post-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-6987625162330816285</id><published>2009-06-06T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:27:19.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am squatting in the corner. puffing out the smoke. &lt;br /&gt;wondering if i want it as much as i tot. going back doesn't sound as scary but wasting the effort i put in is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said,"i want u to be happy. will do whatever i can to help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smiled. bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole journey could just be over in a snap of the fingers. a sign, i need a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if YOU really do exists, please send me a sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-6987625162330816285?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/6987625162330816285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/6987625162330816285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-squatting-in-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-660649592300643268</id><published>2009-06-02T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:40:48.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is a war. prepping yourselves with the optimum information.&lt;br /&gt;when asked, all you say is, " huh? dunno how to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone. i mean everyone. Hide to avoid being asking. is amazing how one works in the midst of the exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;survivor of the fittest, they say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshit statement. FML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-660649592300643268?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/660649592300643268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/660649592300643268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-war.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-2613645781638374481</id><published>2009-05-22T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:52:40.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has its way to make things difficult for me. Just when I thought life is a bed of roses,Someone has to pour the fertiliser on me. Things get shitty, literally. Left me incoherent. I am left with no moves, like in bejeweled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I don't seem to learn my lesson!? Don't trust anyone to do anything for u. Fucking pick it up urself and things will not turn out this dire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fucking blame anyone due to my own procrastination and lack of motivation. So much for thinking that I have an impeccable plan. Seems like, nothing is impeccable. Not even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-2613645781638374481?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2613645781638374481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2613645781638374481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-has-its-way-to-make-things.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-2313513053108731499</id><published>2009-05-11T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:06:44.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rush rush rush rush... projects, assignments and all piling up. &lt;br /&gt;blame it on myself or the inefficient group member(s)? Bleah! just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo has been very nice to offer his helping hands though he is pretty clueless with what I studied. Sitting beside me, checking my grammar doesn't help! Annoys the shit out of me. So he ended up sitting next to me and watched me. haha silly goat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-2313513053108731499?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2313513053108731499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2313513053108731499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/rush-rush-rush-rush.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-2891307226378722538</id><published>2009-05-05T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:19:23.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up in uni for coffee. Weather is getting colder, is almost impossible to go out without a jacket. And for some stupid reason, I always forget my jacket and walk down the street in a basic tee. Caught a flu and everyone thinks I got piggy flu. Ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3502939271/" title="27042009052 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/3502939271_32693d4f79.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="27042009052" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me cream n chicken soup and we drank in cups. Random angmoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3503750688/" title="DSC02259 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3553/3503750688_13117fab94.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC02259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner of the night, butter-fried chicken with veggies in carbonara sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3503750736/" title="DSC02262 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3597/3503750736_e36f7cf0e0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC02262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, domo. I had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-2891307226378722538?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2891307226378722538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2891307226378722538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/met-up-in-uni-for-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/3502939271_32693d4f79_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-8180063719596461511</id><published>2009-04-27T03:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T03:48:00.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u took my hand, spun me around. I laughed.u smiled. my insecurity disappeared. u are the sweetest. we are happy. domo-kun in your pocket. I giggled. u hugged it. I smelled it. u looked at it with glee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is good. for now. u feel that we r right. I anticipate the arguments in the future. u kissed my forehead and tell me everything will be fine. I looked at u and wish nothing dark will happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3476697937/" title="domo_jace by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3575/3476697937_187efdca3d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="domo_jace" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3476697205/" title="25042009051 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3581/3476697205_ab56fb8b04.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="25042009051" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-8180063719596461511?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8180063719596461511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8180063719596461511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/u-took-my-hand-spun-me-around.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3575/3476697937_187efdca3d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-3051994487493284991</id><published>2009-04-21T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:58:21.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was talking to bya abt the period where we dig our parents' clothes and play dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing makeup and thinking we look darn pretty. Towel to be used as wig. Heels to feel all adult-like.Ronald MacDonald lip makeup was considered hot then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3460230802/" title="dp1774682 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3460230802_f9e31d3edf_o.jpg" width="400" height="273" alt="dp1774682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you are all cool and smart in your dad's suit and tie. Couldn't care less if u created crease on it. You just wanna be like your dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3459407265/" title="dp1774686 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3559/3459407265_a0745ef1bb_o.jpg" width="266" height="400" alt="dp1774686" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't realised you actually look like crap in those WAY oversized clothes. In fact, you look like a clown. They have to pause to consider you are being adorable or just freaking notorious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3460223278/" title="dp1774681 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3614/3460223278_28699cb902_o.jpg" width="311" height="400" alt="dp1774681" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty much an extremist. If I wanna do something, I will go all the way. Why stop at the lipstick? Pick up the blusher! Why stop there? Slap on foundation.&lt;br /&gt;My mum completely flipped when she saw what I did to her collection of makeup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3460223244/" title="55029070 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3597/3460223244_5d1dac12d5.jpg" width="410" height="500" alt="55029070" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days hur. Now, whose clothes or makeup should I play with?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-3051994487493284991?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3051994487493284991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3051994487493284991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/was-talking-to-bya-abt-period-where-we.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3597/3460223244_5d1dac12d5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-8309718735856595477</id><published>2009-04-19T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:33:25.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hats, hats and hats. &lt;br /&gt;Sly and Eliza dragged me to chermside for dinner. Fun and I have my fill on my indulgence of shopping. I didn't get anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3454987634/" title="16042009(002) by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3538/3454987634_288de5e20f.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="16042009(002)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3454173655/" title="16042009(001) by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3400/3454173655_b25af675e0.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="16042009(001)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sly kinda forced me to use his credit card 100 bucks voucher at David Jones. Siao! I am more a Myers Fan and come on... I can't possibly buy underwear in front of him also. WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show u something cute. Baby Domo! wahahahahaha so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3454988120/" title="domo kiddo by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3338/3454988120_69ee9eecf4.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="domo kiddo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-8309718735856595477?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8309718735856595477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8309718735856595477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/hats-hats-and-hats.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3538/3454987634_288de5e20f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-1172493549146538075</id><published>2009-04-18T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:52:02.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pissing me off with his inconsistency. Had a plan of not fucking care about his attitude. Ignore his messages, smart moves hur. Is hard if he doesn't even does it. But he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept again, he said. 2 messages within 10 mins. Fine, I will reply. But, I do not have credits. Too bad. Is fate, God wants me to continue this act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecure, she said. Needy, I think. Wtf, every one agreed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-1172493549146538075?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1172493549146538075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1172493549146538075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/pissing-me-off-with-his-inconsistency.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-6008393369747600901</id><published>2009-04-15T13:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:48:44.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He went for his BIG interview today.&lt;br /&gt;I came to uni, hoping I could see him looking all fine and polished in his tailored coat and of course, to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dismay, we just didn't have the chance to meet. He wants to come and meet me when I go back. But for what? He wants to send me to work later. But for what? I live like 2 steps away from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xian, go back to studying. That's your reason to go uni for. That's your priority now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-6008393369747600901?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/6008393369747600901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/6008393369747600901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-went-for-his-big-interview-today.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-466163104923319347</id><published>2009-04-14T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:28:13.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is a sign. A sign for me to loss wt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv_pooh86 just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;luv_pooh86 says:&lt;br /&gt; Tony and Linda just told me to try these red tablets I saw at their place, Acai berry. They get them for $5 and they swear they lost weight, 23 pounds in two weeks. Anyways, I seen them both and wow they lost a lot of weight it really shows. http://bothbask.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF... for real! hahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-466163104923319347?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/466163104923319347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/466163104923319347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-sign.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-2636193054428362325</id><published>2009-04-11T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:45:41.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He took my arms from (his) behind and wrapped them around him. We walked. &lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to do that. It feels so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is all about us and nothing else. Other people doesn't matter at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are like people without backbones. Leaning onto each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so right. For now. I am in a happy place now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-2636193054428362325?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2636193054428362325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2636193054428362325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-took-my-arms-from-his-behind-and.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-5557370039852293836</id><published>2009-04-09T06:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:49:42.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had the worst fight ever. Let is be clearer, I was angry at him, for not telling me he is sick. Overreacted, many said. I just don't want to be the last to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His constant sweetness is so hard to resist. He really likes me. I am smiling when I typing this. His persistence is unbend-able. No matter how hard I discourage him, he stands there unflinching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Domo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3425254852/" title="Untitled-1 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3411/3425254852_ba5d30b058.jpg" width="500" height="289" alt="Untitled-1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-5557370039852293836?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/5557370039852293836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/5557370039852293836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-had-worst-fight-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3411/3425254852_ba5d30b058_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-2505038344139472543</id><published>2009-04-06T08:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:49:35.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was sitting on the couch. Watching Veronica Mars.&lt;br /&gt;Rented it for von. She was bored to tears. She still is. Sitting on the floor, stretching her long legs. Constant beeping of mobile. Not mine. She beamed into a shy smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at my own, lying there cold and motionless. Wtf, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself. Becoming a needy wrench.I hate exams too. Exam stole him away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-2505038344139472543?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2505038344139472543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2505038344139472543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-sitting-on-couch.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-284996578684696133</id><published>2009-04-05T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:54:16.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dropped my phone in a bucket of water. The eerie way. &lt;br /&gt;Was not at all upset. Haha. I love my phone, I seriously do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Amazing hur. Just one person, n you can forget about how shit your life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A risk. It is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You don't know what you got yourself into. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't smother me. he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3412690645/" title="IMG_1156 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3627/3412690645_7e0587296a.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-284996578684696133?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/284996578684696133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/284996578684696133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dropped-my-phone-in-bucket-of-water.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3627/3412690645_7e0587296a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-3501768803111089816</id><published>2009-04-03T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:02:15.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blackmirage says:&lt;br /&gt; haha. i mean&lt;br /&gt; u can fuck someone if u dont love her&lt;br /&gt; but u cant kiss and ruffle her hair&lt;br /&gt; it just doesnt happen&lt;br /&gt; if u dont love or feel absolutely passionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-3501768803111089816?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3501768803111089816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3501768803111089816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/blackmirage-says-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-3722431828270789818</id><published>2009-04-02T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:31:40.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huixian&lt;br /&gt;i am a girl&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:24amDamian&lt;br /&gt;:S i dont understant ;);)&lt;br /&gt;since whn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:24amHuixian&lt;br /&gt;oh.... u r really good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:25amDamian&lt;br /&gt;=D=D thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:25amHuixian&lt;br /&gt;so u r gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:25amDamian&lt;br /&gt;yeah, gay and into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:25amHuixian&lt;br /&gt;hahah so gay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:26amDamian&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:26amHuixian&lt;br /&gt;u say i am not a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:27amDamian&lt;br /&gt;thats not what i said lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:27amHuixian&lt;br /&gt;bull shit... damage done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:28amDamian&lt;br /&gt;w/e i still like ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:28amHuixian&lt;br /&gt;u r so gay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-3722431828270789818?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3722431828270789818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3722431828270789818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/huixian-i-am-girl-hahah-224amdamian-s-i.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-8656916526325103839</id><published>2009-03-31T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:15:42.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we r going out for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thought: DAI KOR! HE ASKED ME OUT!!!! HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.... look in the mirror, like what i see... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second thought: bird is right. sly is right. hanging out could be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 more mins to meet him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-8656916526325103839?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8656916526325103839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8656916526325103839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-r-going-out-for-drink.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-8177347033571680829</id><published>2009-03-29T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:10:14.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so so so unlikely to happen. Sze once sent me a horoscope thingy that I so loved. Is a detailed description of all horoscopes, in different gender. Is my main guide to judge a man. Yah, I only care about the men part. Pointless to look into the depth of a woman if they are not even close to begin with. Men, on the contrary, could be your soul mate or your partner in life. Being sexist here, I admit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, I used that for every guy that had a connection with me. This time round, the fucking email can't open on the capricorn part. Jesus Christ! Is as if the email is damaged. How can that be?! Fucking impossible to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to fiddle and decipher the cryptic on my own. So lost, is as if a constructor lost his blue print, an artist lost his creative brush or a gardener lost his green hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This better be worth it man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-8177347033571680829?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8177347033571680829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8177347033571680829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-so-so-so-unlikely-to-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-8708793826363463124</id><published>2009-03-28T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:58:44.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be my saving grace. &lt;br /&gt;Be the one I awaits for. Burn through my darkest night with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna break through all my walls. The risk that you lured me into taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halo- in my own terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random day in uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3391470578/" title="DSC02235 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3558/3391470578_76e79b78ed.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC02235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3391470508/" title="DSC02231 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3439/3391470508_d1dbffef6d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC02231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess with her little green worm slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3390658187/" title="DSC02230 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3390658187_6d9bee7582.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC02230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried Tofu from Edi-Mae in St Lucia. Cheat day Feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3391470546/" title="DSC02234 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3595/3391470546_9ed831aacc.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC02234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Berry Heaven From Pancake Manor. Cheat Day Feast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-8708793826363463124?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8708793826363463124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8708793826363463124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/be-my-saving-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3558/3391470578_76e79b78ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-4350508095265946725</id><published>2009-03-23T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:22:27.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found some photos in my mobile that is pretty cool and there it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evacuation in Woolies due to water spillage or something random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3379233628/" title="DSC02126 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3612/3379233628_2c83afd936.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC02126" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us left out trolleys inside and came out. How funny is it?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indooroopilly Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3379233514/" title="DSC02124 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3664/3379233514_e005fc0307.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC02124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we get our dose of being nerds. Pretty small and look at that machine, fucking old school, can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grad flower pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3379233810/" title="DSC02167 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3083/3379233810_b2c17c3c56.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC02167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite calla. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3378415885/" title="DSC02165 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3449/3378415885_fd00627b1d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC02165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to paul's place and took a photo of his ugly purple cabinet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3378416031/" title="DSC02170 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3579/3378416031_c231e8b706.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC02170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuay Chup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3378416125/" title="DSC02209 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3378416125_573a1194f1.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC02209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3379233976/" title="DSC02211 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3537/3379233976_f463fa2433.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC02211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica whipped up a good dish of kuay chup. God, she can cook. Taiwanese styled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-4350508095265946725?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4350508095265946725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4350508095265946725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-found-some-photos-in-my-mobile-that.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3612/3379233628_2c83afd936_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-4568233667851115783</id><published>2009-03-20T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:11:45.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girls, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lipstick jungle.&lt;br /&gt;Really... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliche as it is compared to sex in the city and blah blah blah. Guess what? They are from the same writer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, is more than that. I love Victory Ford's story. DREAM DREAM DREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND there's this love love love love hottie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3369938821/" title="robert-buckley by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3542/3369938821_d0003ca3ef_o.jpg" width="300" height="400" alt="robert-buckley" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his brows are like.... so cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3370760232/" title="bar-refaeli-robert-buckley-hurley by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3469/3370760232_535256d259_o.jpg" width="300" height="300" alt="bar-refaeli-robert-buckley-hurley" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute!!!! omg!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3369969069/" title="NYFC79 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3369969069_9116a27c9a_o.jpg" width="244" height="366" alt="NYFC79" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so saucy in tux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3370790884/" title="79459351 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3558/3370790884_835259d4d2.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="79459351" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3369969121/" title="robert-buckley-hot-hawaii1 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3598/3369969121_4350561e7a_o.jpg" width="300" height="300" alt="robert-buckley-hot-hawaii1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me man.... my new obsession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-4568233667851115783?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4568233667851115783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4568233667851115783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/girls-i-love-lipstick-jungle.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3558/3370790884_835259d4d2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-6867174545521596468</id><published>2009-03-19T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:18:41.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Insider's Joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3367426694/" title="phpmlrz45 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3422/3367426694_c42905f180_o.jpg" width="240" height="200" alt="phpmlrz45" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3366603201/" title="26559869935803l by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3597/3366603201_b067e13880.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="26559869935803l" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA the resemblance is erm... remarkable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim n Jamie called this the "PING PING", their idea of being really Asian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for laugh, peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-6867174545521596468?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/6867174545521596468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/6867174545521596468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/insiders-joke-haha-resemblance-is-erm.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3597/3366603201_b067e13880_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-6668555380268675503</id><published>2009-03-11T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:09:40.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" thanks for ur mug, again. is really cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"erm... oh ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you have to come to my place to collect ur presents. i collected a lot of presents for u."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh? collected? from who? why can't u bring to work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" from me. erm... nah, come to my place to get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-6668555380268675503?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/6668555380268675503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/6668555380268675503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-for-ur-mug-again.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-5936909217520322783</id><published>2009-03-10T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:11:38.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he is just not that into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think he was interested but he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you promised him a mug but his reaction was a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what? you got a bf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why would i tell u if i have one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i brought your mug today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you shouldn't have. i already got one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* pour bucket of cold water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what he was bragging to kim that i got him a mug when i was in singapore? so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waste my 4 bucks! i spent 4 bucks in daiso to get him a fucking mug!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! i stick something on the mug that's y is 4 bucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my conclusion: he is not even worth 4 bucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-5936909217520322783?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/5936909217520322783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/5936909217520322783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-is-just-not-that-into-you.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-6886469630484788735</id><published>2009-03-09T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:23:44.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kim came over to my place the other day and saw my graduation bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"did u name your bear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"erm... not yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you should, I named mine arthur, the bachelor of art bear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that's pretty smart. ok, I'll give in some thought about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, I did gave in some thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3340578404/" title="n588088123_1270076_7154 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3661/3340578404_60dc29423f.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="n588088123_1270076_7154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conan, the bachelor of commerce bear.&lt;br /&gt;it represents wiser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome conan into the shelf of honour. horray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-6886469630484788735?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/6886469630484788735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/6886469630484788735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/kim-came-over-to-my-place-other-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3661/3340578404_60dc29423f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-542982162111985705</id><published>2009-03-07T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:56:08.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay... what do u do when u r bored? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook?! yes.&lt;br /&gt;read pple's updates? yes.&lt;br /&gt;look at their photos? yes.&lt;br /&gt;look at their cute friends? yes.&lt;br /&gt;look at strangers' profiles? erm...yes.&lt;br /&gt;stalk anyone? erm... guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list of people that I stalk on a daily basis (strangers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emma-cho, andrew's ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3333854379/" title="n587715619_419627_109 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3414/3333854379_64379251aa_o.jpg" width="320" height="240" alt="n587715619_419627_109" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to prove the world is really small, john.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3333854449/" title="s1484176420_6211 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3603/3333854449_dd693c08fc_o.jpg" width="100" height="139" alt="s1484176420_6211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i can't find a decent photo of him but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me slowly illustrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was back from singapore and paul came up to me saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"have you heard about john's offer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who the hell is john? and what offer?"&lt;br /&gt;I stared at kim for some answers but she was as oblivious as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the guy in produce with a goatee? he said u r hot and ask if u r interested."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh? i dun think i meet him before and what is produce? how he knows me? i work in the night yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"seen you when you were working 5am shift. come on, u need some sex."&lt;br /&gt;paul and his irritating-yet-harmless jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whatever and who the hell looks hot at 5am?!"&lt;br /&gt;walked away in a pretense of fury. &lt;br /&gt;ok, i was pretty happy. come on, hot at 5am after work? that's new to me. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't accept the offer and i also realised that the guys at work are pretty protective towards me. they kinda told john off and not wanting to tell me about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that it matters. back to the story. emma-cho was attached on 19th feb, the day she came down to brisbane for holiday. she stays in stanthrope. see! conincidence again. i kinda frequent stanthrope since von's dad is there. kim and i were thinking she patch back with andrew since he has been really nice n smiley. according to kimology, he must have some sex-ing to make him look so radiantly happy.blah blah blah and the story goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine day, emma-cho edited her status to "in a relationship with john".&lt;br /&gt;GOD!! is him. that john. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n they live happily ever after trying for a baby after first week of getting together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm... 泛滥的爱。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-542982162111985705?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/542982162111985705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/542982162111985705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-7283573874396958363</id><published>2009-03-06T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:00:23.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear in god's name that AYN505 is THE curse of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, I can't find a group and now what?! 2 members in my group withdraw from the course coz of some dumb ass reason(s). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only worry now is that miro, the MBA dude, wants to ditch me:&lt; &lt;br /&gt;I totally hate the fact that I am desperate for his "companionship". seriously.&lt;br /&gt;being rejected for the first time was bad enough not twice god, not twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when I have to succumb to this state?! never, I mean seriously never in my life I have to search a group. I always have a group. damn it. master is the bane of my life. for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3333042824/" title="IMG_1113 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3333042824_6f9525cbff.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1113" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me good fun days. pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to days where fun is just plain fun and stress is left back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3332204739/" title="IMG_1068 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3564/3332204739_c69c1ea354.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_1068" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-7283573874396958363?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7283573874396958363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7283573874396958363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-swear-to-in-gods-name-that-ayn505-is.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3333042824_6f9525cbff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-5868304761811112152</id><published>2009-02-24T07:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:55:01.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uni started. this could be the last time i am doing full time studies. enjoy and embrace. i'm still keeping to myself and observe how pple ticks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is happening to my life. show me some drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3305232922/" title="IMG_1106 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3299/3305232922_46c6dab81f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-5868304761811112152?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/5868304761811112152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/5868304761811112152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/uni-started.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3299/3305232922_46c6dab81f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-1686319932708601639</id><published>2009-02-13T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:20:38.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sexy Lady&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag whoever you want including me&lt;br /&gt;5. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY...?&lt;br /&gt;Rooney- When did your heart go missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm waitin', waitin' for nothing&lt;br /&gt;You're leavin', leavin' me hanging)--- sounds like a whingy no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz- Tonight, not again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm all alone tonight, not again, not again)- Alone nia what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Sugababes- Ace Reject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When you say yes then I say no&lt;br /&gt;When it turns hot, we make it cold&lt;br /&gt;But still something between us holds together)- ok, erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Ne-Yo- Make me better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mami, I am good by myself but you make me better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Alanis Morissette- You Oughta Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away)--So vengeful ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna- Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not the type to get my heart broken&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type to get upset and cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never leave my heart open)-- Ok, to stay strong, make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Chemical Romance - To the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To the last parade, When the parties fade. And the choice you made. To the End.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;KT Tunsall- Another Place to Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Find yourself)--true enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Feist- 1,2,3,4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One, two, three, four&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you love me more&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless long nights&lt;br /&gt;That is what my youth was for)--sounds like a hua ci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT YOUR FIRST KISS?&lt;br /&gt;Skye Sweetnam- Tangled up in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Can't you see I want you by the way I push you away, yeah!)-- I NUN OK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears- Pieces of Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me--- wahahhaahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Gym Class Heroes- Clothes Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We have to take our clothes off&lt;br /&gt;We have to party all night&lt;br /&gt;And we have to take our clothes off&lt;br /&gt;To have a good time)--I haven't done this yet... but I am only 23 this yr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Sugababes- 2 hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everything about us helps me grow&lt;br /&gt;But how would you know?&lt;br /&gt;Simple things bring simple pleasures that we know )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse- Just Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When will we get the time to be just just friends? Just friends )-- erm...not jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Savage Garden- Violet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WTF!!! This is not a slow song!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;KT Tunstall-Someday Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think it's time to put myself away&lt;br /&gt;Seek out a little silence---How apt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis- Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well if you need a place where you can run&lt;br /&gt;If you need a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be your friend--- wah sound super kaypo can?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Danity Kane- Showstopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Yes, skanks with the money n looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Mims- Like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--YES! I AM SHOWING U SONGS I LISTEN TO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz- Song For a Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even if there’s no one else&lt;br /&gt;He said, you’ve got to love yourself--WAH LAU!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Ray J- One wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( hahahahha shh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS ONE REGRET IN LIFE YOU MAY HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Bareilles-Love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Okay, I am not answering this but this song is apt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Yung Berg Ft Junior- Sexy Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-1686319932708601639?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1686319932708601639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1686319932708601639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/sexy-lady-rules-1.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-979473754925275135</id><published>2009-02-13T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:51:34.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PACK PACK PACK! COME ON! CAN THIS BE ANY EASIER?! FUCK MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luggage is spilling from von's household stuff. I didn't even get much this time but is fuck full. Isn't heavy but god... is insane!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should prolly take a nap before I fly. Gotta work on sat night. The flight will be a really long one since I am flying to brissy alone again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, thanks sly for cleaning up my room. I am missing everyone in sg already. Have fun while I am away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I am in each lovely thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-979473754925275135?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/979473754925275135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/979473754925275135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/pack-pack-pack-come-on-can-this-be-any.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-7200956558727842986</id><published>2009-02-09T14:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:45:41.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You will not know how much u missed a thing till u seen it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing have change. Is as if I haven't seen you yesterday." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is warm and familiar. Like a bustling fireplace in the midst of the cold ,in winter. Now that I am going back soon, too soon. Very much aware that I will not be any sooner. My heart sank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed myself already. The fun I have here is indescribable. The "me" that doesn't have to worry about general stereotyping and unfamiliarity. Not that I hated it, I thrived in dramas and it pumped my adrenaline. Is just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tons of people that I haven't met. I apologise for my procrastination and my "unwillingness" to meet. Too little time for too many things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird, I will miss u. Thanks for ferrying me around during my stay. U r a great host and a wonderful friend. May you find ur perfect dream and make it come through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-7200956558727842986?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7200956558727842986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7200956558727842986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-will-not-know-how-much-u-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-1635907481629654858</id><published>2009-02-01T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:32:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sick as a dog, lost my ez-link, lost 5 bucks out of the blue and my laptop is screwed( mainboard crashed and hdd spoilt). The only consolation is that my lappy is still under warranty. Phew! However, I may not be able to collect it in time due to their limited current stocks. Everything is yet to be confirmed and I am hopeful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there's no lappy, I can't upload my pics, next time pple... will be more fun to wait, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-1635907481629654858?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1635907481629654858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1635907481629654858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-as-dog-lost-my-ez-link-lost-5.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-2989648117614961863</id><published>2009-01-26T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:33:38.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had so much fun, is almost crazy. Like an addict finally released out of rehab. Too much fun, too much drinking and too much money spent. I need to curb that monster in me. Regardless of how much the same I look, my friends still love me. I know I disappoint many with my non-accented lingo and stubbornly looking fat. Sorry. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3227799569/" title="IMG_0709 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3440/3227799569_04893e88b6.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_0709" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3227799575/" title="IMG_0810 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3369/3227799575_728301474b.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_0810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-2989648117614961863?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2989648117614961863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2989648117614961863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/had-so-much-fun-is-almost-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3440/3227799569_04893e88b6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-5788151817061193288</id><published>2009-01-13T07:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:37:18.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am getting sick of waiting to get there and at the same time, hate the fact that I am going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to miss kim deeply. Is sad that I will not get to see sze. Love the fact that I will soon touch Bird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush Baby Hush... Don't say anything peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-5788151817061193288?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/5788151817061193288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/5788151817061193288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-getting-sick-of-waiting-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-18460611029864533</id><published>2009-01-09T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:04:10.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did this, pretty fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality and Character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down to earth and can be a serious person. You love travelling but are thrifty in your expenses. Your needs are very simple and can be simplified down to the barest essentials though you do not mind spending a million if you get the means. You are easy to get along and people do not find you complicated. As a serious person you are good at memorizing things to the slightest details and will never let your guard down, as you are wily and wary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a steady person and constantly seeking self-improvement. A considerate and aspiring person but at times can be too straightforward in your opinions and comments that sometimes will hurt people's feeling. An honest person, people find that you are very dependable and they will try to deal with you especially in commercial transaction. As a realistic person you always make decisions based on practicality and your sharp insight into matters. You are also considered as a noble person and are highly regarded by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WOW! surprised.... thinks too highly of me... i guess.... but i am seriously too frank in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance and Compatibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fall in love, you can sacrifice yourself like giving everything and following everywhere and also defending the person whatever it is. You like to care for others in a mental way and are not fussy about food. However, due to your selfless nature in sacrificing for your lover you can turn into despair and greatly disappointed once the relationship turns sour. People who appeal to you are Cancer, Capricorn and Virgo born in Dragon/Dog/Horse years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where love is concerned you are always straightforward though not demonstrative. You express your love and feelings in a calm and caring manner. The opposite sex always find you very attractive and would like to marry you because you are dependable at the same time allow he/she to have a certain amount of freedom. You would not like to play games and your partner or lover is quite sure what he/she is getting into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Expressive? erm... nope leh... marry me?1 no one confessed or proposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very individualistic, you do not follow the plan of others. Your talents may be worth the few problems for getting you to adapt to rules and routine. You exert your gentle authority and prefer to be your own boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are capable, trustworthy and solid with your organizational skill make it logical for you to be self-employed. You project a solid image to people and they can depend on your judgments and opinions. Your honesty and integrity make you good in profession like consultant, computer programmer, stockbroker, lawyer, banker, lecturer and entrepreneur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What about accountant?! damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-18460611029864533?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/18460611029864533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/18460611029864533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-this-pretty-fun-personality-and.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-4120399523250872709</id><published>2008-12-22T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:23:56.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is amazing that life is all about jumping through hurdles after hurdles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduate from UQ and now what?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of those things life expects you to be doing to fit into the norm, starts surfacing in front of you like a fire ring. You standing in front, contemplating to jump through it or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans are sketchy. No intention to elaborate on it but I am doing really good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just look at the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3126821531/" title="graduation 069 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/3126821531_5de7c5042d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="graduation 069" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3127659410/" title="P1020372 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/3127659410_19e91920e2.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1020372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3127660810/" title="P1020364 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3113/3127660810_3310f3948f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1020364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3127659768/" title="P1020366 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3113/3127659768_31105ec64e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1020366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-4120399523250872709?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4120399523250872709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4120399523250872709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-amazing-that-life-is-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/3126821531_5de7c5042d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-178925124715556222</id><published>2008-12-09T05:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:03:33.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Uncover the well, release your potential"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cards were directed to the hearts of souls. Outrageously disclaimed me as a miser in love, for I have locked my well of giving to no one and forgot my ability to give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I give when there's no one worthy enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a bunch of temptation. Succumb to temptation not, for it will end up bitter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it supposed to be good?! WTF. Then, how should I even give/open my well freely?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-178925124715556222?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/178925124715556222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/178925124715556222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/uncover-well-release-your-potential.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-802743049056548378</id><published>2008-12-03T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T04:54:38.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just in time to stop my nonsense. No more impulse to text him or think of him as much, indeed a good deed. Looking at Bird's talent work on the pics, I smiled. Brilliantly, done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael's words haunt me deeply. &lt;br /&gt;"A boat missed", she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for other diversion. Dvds, ebay and books. Nerd, indeed. Been spending time doing what a bum does best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this episode of my life has ended. A beautiful full stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update on my buys of the week. Impulsive but yet fulfilling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3078337442/" title="IMG_0271 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/3078337442_ec03a25596.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_0271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3078338174/" title="IMG_0272 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3015/3078338174_d4d169ce3c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3078338862/" title="IMG_0273 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3188/3078338862_71843a407c.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_0273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3078339652/" title="IMG_0278 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/3078339652_61dc43bf29.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! We believe in standing up to sing. I guess this is our last singing session together. All the best to u, william!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-802743049056548378?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/802743049056548378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/802743049056548378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-in-time-to-stop-my-nonsense.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/3078337442_ec03a25596_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-150188409060175324</id><published>2008-11-22T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:20:14.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was once told by a master that I have to trust my intuition, for I have a gift. Was doubtful at first, since when I have 6th senses to things befalling on me?! He must be joking. I am not Bird, she has the ability to "foretell". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow wiser and more matured, I have to admit my first impression of people is pretty accurate. Fine, I am highly critical and judgmental towards people. Minus all that, I do a pretty good job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the prelude of what I am going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW CLAIRE! JASON'S GF!&lt;br /&gt;Have never seen her in flesh before. SWEAR TO GOD, I recognised her by seeing her back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was walking in front of me. One name just flashed to my mind. CLAIRE. I wasn't sure but I am positive. I didn't voiced it out to yiling but waited to see her face. SIDE VIEW... damn... I think is Claire but I still wasn't sure. Being a pain in the arse, I walked ahead of her and turned to have a better look.IS FUCKING CLAIRE! HER CLASSIC GRIN! HER CLASSIC TEETH! HOW CAN ONE WALK AND GRIN AT THE SAME TIME, IN A FOOD COURT?! I told Yiling, one of the few who had the opportunity to view Jason and Claire in glory. All in all, she thinks I am crazy. BUT I SWEAR ON MY MUM'S OLD UNDIES (she loves it), IS FUCKING HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking there n then?&lt;br /&gt;1 God, is her!&lt;br /&gt;2 Damn she is really cheerful. Walk with a grin?!&lt;br /&gt;3 Eh she not very  pretty but I think I am Biased&lt;br /&gt;4 She looks better in photo&lt;br /&gt;5 Damn where is jason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it an omen?! FUCK! WHY MUST I SEE HER?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-150188409060175324?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/150188409060175324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/150188409060175324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/was-once-told-by-master-that-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-7150013903183587532</id><published>2008-11-18T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:04:49.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I am in the eden's garden. Filled with luscious apples that speaks of true sweetness. Daddy made it a point to warn us, not to eat the forbidden apples. They are truly evil, he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad left the garden in my charge. A swirl of wind blew and the fragrance of the sweet apples enveloped my senses. How can one be that sweet, I asked myself. How is it like if I take a bite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My principles conflicted desires. Daddy dutifully mentioned not to be near it. Is rightfully wrong. The apple dangled right in front of my face. I am fighting back. Fighting back my desire and urges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets. Either ways, I will end up regretting. Regret not doing it for I may not have another chances. Regret doing it for I betrayed my principles. Tell me, what am I supposed to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-7150013903183587532?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7150013903183587532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7150013903183587532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-like-i-am-in-edens-garden.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-59705829656399412</id><published>2008-11-13T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:58:14.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok,exam's over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3026522902/" title="DSC02116 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3286/3026522902_b24a1828be.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC02116" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3025690335/" title="DSC02115 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3047/3025690335_264f5026f2.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC02115" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last exam in UQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3025690381/" title="DSC02117 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3061/3025690381_31ee377023.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC02117" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where we have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a delayed reaction to write about Jason's "event", I realised I have nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is ambiguous but I know I did the right thing. I didn't let anything happened.&lt;br /&gt;I was stalking, as usual, on facebook and he is having a bbq at his place this sunday. Claire, his gf commented. Obviously, they are still in a relatively good relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point illustrating what had happened. Seems like is just smoke. Nothing much, indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/3026522838/" title="DSC02114 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3229/3026522838_c1c6b72b4e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC02114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-59705829656399412?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/59705829656399412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/59705829656399412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/okexams-over-thank-god-last-exam-in-uq.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3286/3026522902_b24a1828be_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-6771841209700158087</id><published>2008-11-11T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:18:47.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so much to say but I am kinda busy with exams now... Wait for me, for I will update on the event with Jason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the legendary Jason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-6771841209700158087?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/6771841209700158087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/6771841209700158087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-so-much-to-say-but-i-am-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-8697151124177887619</id><published>2008-11-09T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:00:45.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was told that I am competitive. Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never like the limelight shining at me. Never like to be standing on the podium to receive the achieved medal of recognition. To me, I just like to be wall flower. Irony, indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this dog eat dog world, all I seek is solace and peace. Never like fights but will not never backed down one, if deem needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I denying? I don't wish to explain further. Guess I am failing as a friend, a human. At least, I am still not too bad as a sister to my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-8697151124177887619?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8697151124177887619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8697151124177887619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-told-that-i-am-competitive.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-3406807087164202709</id><published>2008-10-29T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:34:05.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If God exists, he has an uncanny dry humor. Frolicsome-ly trying to torture me with what i ticked in my list as "DO NOT WANT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God... pls... no... don't do this to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-3406807087164202709?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3406807087164202709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3406807087164202709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-god-exists-he-has-uncanny-dry-humor.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-5117554825505386945</id><published>2008-10-20T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:09:05.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here, it happened again. You texted me out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey ms random how you been?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been good without you in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;" Sick as a dog. How about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that's terrible hope you get better soon. I've just been busy with uni assignments."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That explains? Dude, I am so over this.&lt;br /&gt;Guys think they get over that easily?! Try something more sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Guess who's random? you texting me out of the blue. Still not done with assignment yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha me random.. Nah-ah :&gt; still have 2 more assignment due."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too sick to think about what to say. Don't wish to waste time on him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Shall not disturb you den. All the best."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-5117554825505386945?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/5117554825505386945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/5117554825505386945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-it-happened-again.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-4127106722766730704</id><published>2008-10-12T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:23:09.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unintentionally found this song. So apt. A song written just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZDpf4tgkfA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZDpf4tgkfA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/32185498-4127106722766730704?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4127106722766730704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4127106722766730704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/unintentionally-found-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-4655532341780208667</id><published>2008-10-06T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:36:09.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The banter, is undeniable. The chemistry is electrifying. Fine, I exaggerated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to see u. Have our "thing" again. Merlo. Long black. The 'AWWW'. Is our thing. I am Miss Random. U are Slacker. I am Nerd Burger. U are Slacker-Mutton. Is our thing. I couldn't care less anymore. Let's just have this banter going for as long as it can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6hY5QOOeqro&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6hY5QOOeqro&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/32185498-4655532341780208667?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4655532341780208667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4655532341780208667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/banter-is-undeniable.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-2034243460691715968</id><published>2008-10-05T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:10:37.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is totally uncalled for to keep me in the dark, or prevent me from going. I seek the truth. Not the man. Besides, I don't like him at all. Behind the rich fancy street wear, I see emptiness. I rather a rugged man with a gf than the former. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts not that you are secretly going out with him but the fact that you lied to do this. Turn needy to be in the books. GOD! You have umpteen chances to tell me. My text messages asking for plans.... U could have called.... Is totally retarded to say you tried when you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am busy and all, I just wanna be asked. Get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despise! Despise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one day I'll be like that. I give you pple rights to hate me. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-2034243460691715968?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2034243460691715968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2034243460691715968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-totally-uncalled-for-to-keep-me-in.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-3575881674111964569</id><published>2008-09-30T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:27:19.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many dramas in my life. Too much hiccups. Lack of priorities. Insufficient energy.&lt;br /&gt;No safety net to catch over me. Think I need a break. Enjoy the sun, the money I can buy with and the ability to do what I may not be able to do "later".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Gold Coast. No more him, no more work, no more uni and no more me.&lt;br /&gt;Just need plain chilling with two mates. Uncanny union. A whole new experience with pple so different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I anticipate the outcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-3575881674111964569?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3575881674111964569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3575881674111964569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/many-dramas-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-2009678373973056688</id><published>2008-09-28T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:19:55.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This irks my shits out of my anus. Totally!&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that you don't reply and spending your time with her fills my head. God DAMN it! is fucking bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple question/ request and you can't even reply. The life of a mistress. I hate it. Loathe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-2009678373973056688?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2009678373973056688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2009678373973056688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-irks-my-shits-out-of-my-anus.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-7864088065230719335</id><published>2008-09-23T05:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:07:34.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was watching 90210 and i totally felt infuriated. Don't ask me why. Prolly due to my current situation, anything that remind me of "him" irks my nerves.I mean, come on.... U mean there's no good men in this world at all?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an another note, emo lonesome mitch has been showering me with texts. The last time we did, I retorted him saying," Stop being sensitive". But all is good, I kinda pity him in a whole. Man, unsuccessful, lonely, gf left him for a butcher, 26 and only a in charge in night fill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hardcore flirting is so randomly ineffective. Towards von, towards me. I think by far, this is a tragedy for a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates: Life is good so far. Flirting is harmless and affair is the new black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-7864088065230719335?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7864088065230719335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/7864088065230719335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/was-watching-90210-and-i-totally-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-1903158986874079535</id><published>2008-09-10T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:03:25.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the well being of myself, I am going to stop talking about jason. Yes, no question asked or statement made about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some quality time to think of other things more urgent than THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having fun drinking with kim, my blatantly liberal aussie ho. She is incredibly unusual to fit her arse into my special friends. Her uncanny humour is not what many will appreciates, but she is true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I am as bold as her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-1903158986874079535?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1903158986874079535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1903158986874079535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-well-being-of-myself-i-am-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-4723921056226210967</id><published>2008-09-09T08:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:16:11.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soulmate by Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NC7cTzQ37OM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NC7cTzQ37OM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with this song. As for the word, soul mate. I retract back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned, I hate how I have become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-4723921056226210967?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4723921056226210967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4723921056226210967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/soulmate-by-natasha-bedingfield-i-am-in.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-5670898111099347623</id><published>2008-09-05T05:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:03:25.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought things will be different. My nervous-wreck nature seems to subside in his presence. Prolly he is in my comfort zone of trust, uni. Never really believed in the saying "Don't judge the book by its cover", but this time, I admit defeat. He is SO TALKATIVE and SO LAME. It had reached a point that is seems so hard to study with him (After Kim left). He "played" his stupid world smallest violin joke, tell me his life experiences, got me coffee and sweets. He is ridiculously random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me nerdburger?! How is that relating me?! &lt;br /&gt;I called him slacker-mutton. Yesh, I know. Is a lousy rebuttal but it was apt to what we talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally know why he covered his student card. Not the name, not the student number but his age. 29 of age. Came to uni to get a degree for promotion. Never fly out of Australia before and co-owned a house with his brother. His family consists of his parents, brother, sister and him. (Inferred to his stories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me laugh at him. He makes me said things that I don't give a hoot if is a great turn-off. I think I found a soul mate. I think I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-5670898111099347623?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/5670898111099347623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/5670898111099347623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-thought-things-will-be-different.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-166589458558287104</id><published>2008-09-01T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:57:36.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studied with Kim in the Michie building and much much later, Jason joined us too.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool. We talked. Pisces man with ambition. Mining Engineering cum Accountancy. Pretty cool and I guess, rich too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pretty street smart-&gt; found us without us telling him the room no.&lt;br /&gt;Cute-&gt; Turned red when he laughs&lt;br /&gt;Not petty-&gt; Kim was mentioned her "bastard" history in her family line and reckon jason's has the same history&lt;br /&gt;"polite"-&gt; didn't pick up a call when he was with us but that could mean he doesn't want us to know his gf called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he usually studies with pple for commerce modules...my heart died, literally. I got more comfortable after, like talking to a retarded boy. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-166589458558287104?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/166589458558287104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/166589458558287104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/studied-with-kim-in-michie-building-and.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-3990199944849007536</id><published>2008-08-17T13:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:02:28.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going through this magical phase of life -Guys approaching me. In the state of having extra pounds everywhere, wearing the most unflattering clothes and doing the most common things (attending tutorials), I have men asking for my number or implied that I should call them.  How ridiculous?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is flattering and at the same time, nerve wreaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME?! U SURE?! OMG! &lt;br /&gt;Those are the exact words that scream in my head at THAT moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elated. Not the fact that I was asked but more to the fact on how I reacted. Jason took me off guard, though I was shaky and dork-ish (awkward), I am happy. The man who surplus all the criteria I used to have. How cute? Tutorial and studying together in the library.Immensely overwhelmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc was on familiar turf and a familiar face. Seen him before at work and we do exchange smiles. All friendly and everything, is almost impossible to ignore him. Was helping von to get pple to sign for a petition on animal exports and I approached him.(Andrew and others refused to)He was nice and we talked a bit. He wrote down his number which was totally not necessary since that column states email. I took the paper looking at the numbers, thinking is some uni's email and asked him to finish it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and said," That's my number." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied," But I only need your email."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got real shy and canceled his number off. Smiled and returned to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, he ran to me and asked if I am into humanitarian stuff and wanting to talk more about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Not really, I was just helping a friend who does it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-3990199944849007536?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3990199944849007536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3990199944849007536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-going-through-this-magical-phase.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-1913783033404580137</id><published>2008-08-05T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:55:01.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a part of me that is unrevealed to people. That part that no one has seen. The devil. Sometimes, I try to curb it from surfacing, the critical devil just can't stop enlarging the flaws of people, can't quit fighting the angelic side. The more I try to curb it, the more calm and quiet I portrayed. However, inside, an inferno, burning with fiery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is bubbling now. My face, emotionless. My eyes focus on only the screen. Nothing in me reveals the devil. Probably, being quiet is the biggest hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake. So hypocrite. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-1913783033404580137?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1913783033404580137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1913783033404580137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-part-of-me-that-is-unrevealed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-5506617176635163943</id><published>2008-07-22T07:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:41:09.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, i am overcome by this unknown feeling.A feeling I can't decipher. A point of low? U just feel unknowingly down. Is it even down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened during the winter break. School starts today for me, neither looking forward nor hating the idea of going back. Everything seems mundane to me now. Nothing seems to interest me; not even wii. I seem to totally give up on myself, trying to be someone that people think I should be or to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, the guys, are still "playing" their own game which I clearly lose track following up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess is just school and the idea that after this semester, I will either be in Sg or continuing wandering around in Brissy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey peeps, I am not emo-ing here. Life is great. Guess one can never be happy with what they have hur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew peeps, new fears instilled, more grievances and definitely ample dreams to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, while I compartmentalised my feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-5506617176635163943?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/5506617176635163943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/5506617176635163943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/recently-i-am-overcome-by-this-unknown.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-4809895401507561494</id><published>2008-07-09T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:34:05.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has never been any better... without a constant figure barking at my back. I am not complaining, just that we all need to be free to path our route in the manner we always dream of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand has been the greatest challenge for me,not physically nor monetarily, to open my senses and absorb whatever my eyes captured. Is amazing. The slick hitting painfully on my face, the cold biting wind leaving its trail on my red cheeks. Sitting at the beach, watching the beauty of life. I swallowed the urge to sob. This is what I want in life, able to do what I want and of course fulfilling them; striking everything on the list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have everything in life but whatever i have now is what I want. If you grasp what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2651839119/" title="P1020951 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3247/2651839119_58da21a474.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1020951" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life being a balance, I can't have both side of the world. I accepted it. If doing something to protect myself leads me to lose it, I'll accept the consequences. Can't I be too chicken for life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-4809895401507561494?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4809895401507561494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/4809895401507561494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-has-never-been-any-better.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3247/2651839119_58da21a474_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-8925158410289175853</id><published>2008-06-30T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:48:41.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back and I feel so damn good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-8925158410289175853?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8925158410289175853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8925158410289175853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-back-and-i-feel-so-damn-good.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-1730006713929307931</id><published>2008-06-22T10:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:15:18.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are over.... celebration for jas is also over... time to recharge my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be away for a long good week, carrying backpack thats stands at my waist, staying at backpackers' inn that require us to use the common toilet. I am so excited... in less than 24hrs, I will be in the land of the sheeps, breathing the air of a whole new place, doing things that I am sure, I wouldn't do again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2598768849/" title="cleveland-skydiving_tandem by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3052/2598768849_1d6d77bfc5.jpg" width="335" height="317" alt="cleveland-skydiving_tandem" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the extreme thing I am doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FUCKING EXCITED!!!&lt;br /&gt;More stuff but till I'm back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we celebrated jas's and yoke's birthday. A very early one. I won't be around and most people are back in sg. Ling and I had this ingenious plan but I guess things didn't end up the way we wanted it to be. BLAH BLAH BLAH...The details are not worth mentioning. But thanks everyone for participating and contributing in the not very organised party. Didn't have much time to plan due to exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday jas! may happiness haunts u where ever u go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2599600230/" title="chinchillapets by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3062/2599600230_61fcfca60b.jpg" width="500" height="379" alt="chinchillapets" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-1730006713929307931?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1730006713929307931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/1730006713929307931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3052/2598768849_1d6d77bfc5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-8788810086067756298</id><published>2008-06-10T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:10:37.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday!!! MAMA... Love u deep deep~ 09/06/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2567206155/" title="mama by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2567206155_f2a3fa00cb.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="mama" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-8788810086067756298?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8788810086067756298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8788810086067756298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2567206155_f2a3fa00cb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-8743241662258746018</id><published>2008-06-07T15:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:06:12.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One paper down... 3 more to go! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd will be the day I do something that is me and damn I am fucking looking forward to it. I always wondered how it feels like and now I am going to experience it first hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey bird, we are currently breathing the same air... hope u enjoy yourself there. Happy Queen's day. As for the flings, have fun flinging. Aussie guys are smooth~ If u get what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon enough, I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make do with the pics that were taken the week before. &lt;br /&gt;Zombie WALK in Brissy'08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a life time, I found time to pick out some flour and red coloured dye. Got everyone who were interested to join me. My housemates are the SIBEH ONZ pple. Love them! Sly got us Wesley's patient's robe for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, FUCKING FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;Count me in on the next walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2558124054/" title="DSC00987 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/2558124054_6ed1f29a68.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00987" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2557301813/" title="P1020133 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2557301813_6502372609.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1020133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2557301929/" title="DSC00988 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/2557301929_f929424f02.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00988" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2558124550/" title="DSC00991 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/2558124550_920a93158c.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00991" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2557301883/" title="DSC00993 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/2557301883_f378437cf3.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00993" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2558124106/" title="DSC00992 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/2558124106_e5f35d9ac8.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00992" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace OUt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-8743241662258746018?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8743241662258746018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/8743241662258746018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-paper-down.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/2558124054_6ed1f29a68_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-2038578418071543662</id><published>2008-05-06T06:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T07:06:56.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two nights of drink, drank and not totally drunk during the extended long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good for now before final exams start haunting every single students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party with colleagues. Drank heaps of wine. Went The Met. Danced. Returned to my place to grab even more wine and head to Sonya's place for more fun. Changed out in casual clothes. Danced again. Talked heaps and laughed till we rolled. Drove out for Macccas brekkie. Sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2468564599/" title="DSC00943 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2190/2468564599_6e43fdf3a7.jpg" alt="DSC00943" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2468564665/" title="DSC00951 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3165/2468564665_c6e61e9b90.jpg" alt="DSC00951" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recovered from all the drinking and got ready for another roll of drinking. This time round, is glam glam night. Heels on, looking chio and dashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of pic but I will only put those that are much more significant or I look good in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2469411748/" title="P1020055 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3224/2469411748_2cd820dca4.jpg" alt="P1020055" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2469407604/" title="P1020056 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2199/2469407604_1d5d3dee28.jpg" alt="P1020056" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh I know can see bra! I already used heaps of hollywood tape -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2469390710/" title="P1020079 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2042/2469390710_9f231a6b5d.jpg" alt="P1020079" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2469390216/" title="P1020083 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3294/2469390216_4bdca09d72.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1020083" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's nathan. ps: Sze n Bird: He is that idiot lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2469389790/" title="P1020089 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2194/2469389790_2b85ed7af5.jpg" alt="P1020089" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jappo who doesn't have a jap name. Chris for u. (I gave him a jap name, takashi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83752009@N00/2469388722/" title="P1020088 by tokio_gal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/2469388722_2025c0211f.jpg" alt="P1020088" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave pic of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-2038578418071543662?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2038578418071543662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/2038578418071543662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-nights-of-drink-drank-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2190/2468564599_6e43fdf3a7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32185498.post-3484120298222757889</id><published>2008-05-03T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:39:24.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bought tons of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my hair colour DIY style. Damn the black henna... Even 12% of peroxide doesn't remove it.&lt;br /&gt;Am stuck with this shitty crappy colour:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is not red not black and definitely not a nice colour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32185498-3484120298222757889?l=impeccable-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3484120298222757889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32185498/posts/default/3484120298222757889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impeccable-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/bought-tons-of-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>huixian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127717132769271131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
