<?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-5098420745240373020</id><updated>2011-09-13T20:37:01.325+08:00</updated><category term='Those Precious Memories'/><category term='Thoughts and Reflections'/><category term='Fashion and creativity'/><category term='Our New House'/><title type='text'>Garden of Happiness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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>257</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-9199085711877193839</id><published>2011-01-24T04:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T04:52:03.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're the fireworks that lit up my sky.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm wishing for you to stay, don't fade off and disappear... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-9199085711877193839?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/9199085711877193839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=9199085711877193839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/9199085711877193839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/9199085711877193839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-fireworks-that-lit-up-my-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-4145601349234377274</id><published>2010-12-17T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:41:24.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he said, "Chris I can be your spoon. Scoop you out of f***** up sugar jars. But I know myself, and I definitely cannot be a jar myself." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a knight and I don't need a prince ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-4145601349234377274?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4145601349234377274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=4145601349234377274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4145601349234377274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4145601349234377274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-said-chris-i-can-be-your-spoon.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-1491698474576381031</id><published>2010-11-29T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:23:25.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-1491698474576381031?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1491698474576381031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=1491698474576381031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1491698474576381031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1491698474576381031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/11/arghhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-2240363402063143048</id><published>2010-11-27T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T19:44:26.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;PLEASE STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT GET OUT OF MY LIFE.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARRRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-2240363402063143048?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2240363402063143048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2240363402063143048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2240363402063143048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2240363402063143048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/11/please-stoooooooooooooop.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-6792607729304538770</id><published>2010-11-27T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:01:20.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going crazy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that period of darkness was long over. It is here now, right now, haunting me once more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pity my father, but I can do no help now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quickly, just let me go, let me leave this place, let me be alone, far far away, from all of you, your claws and your nonsense.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-6792607729304538770?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6792607729304538770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=6792607729304538770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6792607729304538770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6792607729304538770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-going-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-8956618976142242620</id><published>2010-11-23T14:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T14:38:42.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's difficult to stay with people whom you don't like. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people, you just can't bring yourself to like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness I'm leaving soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-8956618976142242620?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/8956618976142242620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=8956618976142242620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8956618976142242620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8956618976142242620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-difficult-to-stay-with-people-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-3854178481548328055</id><published>2010-11-03T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:36:40.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been falling sick very frequently these days.... Probably a sign of my body protesting to its workaholic master. :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also pretty bothered by the realisation that I don't have anything strong enough to spur me in fulfilling the "10,000 hours rule". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope I'll find it soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope I'll find myself soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-3854178481548328055?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3854178481548328055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=3854178481548328055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3854178481548328055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3854178481548328055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/11/been-falling-sick-very-frequently-these.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-8709853124691165188</id><published>2010-11-03T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:23:19.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Sweet . If only i can find such a person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, STHeiTi, simsun, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;和我牵手吧，趁我还能平和安静待在你微颤的手心里。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;和我接吻吧，趁我还不化妆的脸淡色的嘴唇也很美丽。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;和我拥抱吧，趁我还迷恋你没有古龙水味只有肥皂香气的白衬衣。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;和我跳舞吧，趁我还不会穿高跟鞋，索性光着脚把自己放在你的脚上，摇摇晃晃几步就跌上了床。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;和我厮守吧，趁我还不知道什么到底是年轮，因为一辈子多么短暂，好像只够好好爱一个人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;和我老去吧，趁我还不恐慌总会到来的衰老，因为哭过笑过战斗过，那皱纹也一定漂亮无比。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;和我旅行吧，趁我们都有健康的身体，脚步一动，就是天涯。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;和我私奔吧，趁我们都没有太多牵挂，背包一放，就是新家。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;找到我吧，趁我还没被上帝召唤，也未被魔鬼击溃，不净不垢，无知无畏。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;陪着我吧，趁我还相信正义善良，也热爱美丽芳香，缄口不言，倔强顽强。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;欺骗我吧，趁我还有着一双黑白分明的眼睛，它痛恨背叛，却无悔无怨。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;伤害我吧，趁我还没有一颗伤痕累累的心脏，它惧怕受伤，却毫不设防。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;趁岁月轻狂，风刚起，花还没败。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;趁幸福时光，雪下了，一弯月亮。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;和我做一切疯狂大胆不计后果的事情吧，趁我们都年轻，死去还能活，趁我们都勇敢，趁我还爱你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-8709853124691165188?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/8709853124691165188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=8709853124691165188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8709853124691165188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8709853124691165188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/11/very-sweet-if-only-i-can-find-such.html' title='Very Sweet . If only i can find such a person...'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-659698749487777941</id><published>2010-09-22T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T01:02:00.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally...</title><content type='html'>The invincible Christina has broken down. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knows that if she doesn't sleep now, her fever and cough will end her up in a horrible state tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the tears just can't be controlled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-659698749487777941?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/659698749487777941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=659698749487777941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/659698749487777941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/659698749487777941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/09/finally.html' title='finally...'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-6021006576185616044</id><published>2010-09-20T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:05:34.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>谁能相信世界上最动人的情诗出自一个喇嘛之手</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;      mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;"&gt;那一夜，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:      10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;      mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;"&gt;我听了一宿梵唱，不为参悟，只为寻你的一丝气息。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;      mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;"&gt;那一月，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:      10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;      mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;"&gt;我转过所有经轮，不为超度，只为触摸你的指纹。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;      mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;"&gt;那一年，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:      10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;      mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;"&gt;我磕长头拥抱尘埃，不为朝佛，只为贴着了你的温暖。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;      mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;"&gt;那一世，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:      10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;      mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;"&gt;我翻遍十万大山，不为修来世，只为路中能与你相遇。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:      &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;      mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;"&gt;那一瞬，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:      10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;      mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;"&gt;我飞升成仙，不为长生，只为佑你平安喜乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;      mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;      mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;"&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;      mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;      mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;"&gt;好美。 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-6021006576185616044?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6021006576185616044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=6021006576185616044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6021006576185616044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6021006576185616044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='谁能相信世界上最动人的情诗出自一个喇嘛之手'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-5885761516280968776</id><published>2010-09-17T13:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T13:24:18.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the song, Love the lyrics.</title><content type='html'>Do you think I'm special?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm nice?&lt;br /&gt;Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?&lt;br /&gt;Between the noise you hear&lt;br /&gt;And the sound you like&lt;br /&gt;Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-5885761516280968776?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5885761516280968776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=5885761516280968776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5885761516280968776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5885761516280968776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-song-love-lyrics.html' title='Love the song, Love the lyrics.'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-7322959293839589149</id><published>2010-09-11T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:28:20.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is only the second week of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I suddenly realised how tired I have been for the past week. More of mentally I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Couldn't manage to wake up at 830am yesterday and grudgingly dragged myself up only at 11, then rushed off for 3 project meetings. Got back home around 930pm and concussed at 10pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow is the deadline for Add/Drop and right now I still have not made up my mind if I should drop AB311 and go for exchange. URGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's gonna be an unpopular decision. Most of the people I've consulted said that if they were to be in my position, they will not go; and yes, that's a very sound and practical thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I certainly have upset my closest friend whom I'm doing my FYP with. Because of me she may have to shift one of her core modules to next semester as we will need to rush most of the FYP by this semester and she may also likely to experience communication difficulties while I'm away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I probably have pissed my aunt off, judging from certain comments and the sarcastic tone of hers. And my father will definitely feel awkwardly sandwiched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And what about SSA? Without a chairperson, I reckon it's gonna be more dead than it is right now. How disappointed Kelly will be to have seen us left one by one (be it intentionally or unintentionally).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I have every reason to convince myself to give up the offer, I also have tons of reasons to tell myself "go, just follow your heart and go"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A part of me is sick of pleasing everyone. For once, can't I just do things that I want to and not be bothered by how others feel?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But right after the thought entered my mind, guilt washed me all over. urghhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am able to make all the objective judgements and weigh every pros and cons out there. Trust me, whatever factors that others have thought for me, I've ran them through my mind a thousand times before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, instead of interrogating me for all my reasonings, I merely wish people could just say "Christina, go for it. I know there are sacrifices to be made, but I trust that you've thought them through and you'll be able to overcome them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-7322959293839589149?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7322959293839589149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=7322959293839589149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7322959293839589149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7322959293839589149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-only-second-week-of-school.html' title='This is only the second week of school'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-1166939410992187595</id><published>2010-09-05T12:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T14:56:56.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new member to my mini library!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/TIM9KCdTelI/AAAAAAAACe4/Y2zwfzl9FyA/s1600/SAM_2209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513317611499387474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/TIM9KCdTelI/AAAAAAAACe4/Y2zwfzl9FyA/s400/SAM_2209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay yay yay~ it's mine it's mine it's mine~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicely wrapped and gonna read it soon! When I'm done with "Case in Point" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/TIM8b-KvxUI/AAAAAAAACew/jyG9PZW3G1o/s1600/SAM_2210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513316820073825602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/TIM8b-KvxUI/AAAAAAAACew/jyG9PZW3G1o/s400/SAM_2210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT Arrrrggghhhhhh.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I accidentally caused a fold on the front page~!!!!!! What a sore to the eye!!! :(:(:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I gotta accept the imperfection...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-1166939410992187595?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1166939410992187595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=1166939410992187595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1166939410992187595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1166939410992187595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-member-to-my-mini-library.html' title='A new member to my mini library!'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/TIM9KCdTelI/AAAAAAAACe4/Y2zwfzl9FyA/s72-c/SAM_2209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-1796626383007513461</id><published>2010-09-03T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:42:17.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-1796626383007513461?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1796626383007513461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=1796626383007513461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1796626383007513461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1796626383007513461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/09/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2505138861591237566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2505138861591237566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2505138861591237566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2505138861591237566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/07/currently-reading.html' title='Current Read'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-3004682619592090133</id><published>2010-06-13T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T16:39:02.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/TBTtqCa4SvI/AAAAAAAACd8/lDbGFX_0ou8/s1600/Shell%2520logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482267952876636914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/TBTtqCa4SvI/AAAAAAAACd8/lDbGFX_0ou8/s400/Shell%2520logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything seems so awesomely awesome at this awesome place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the initial 10 weeks to an extended 12 weeks, from the initial single project to 2 more additional responsibilities, from the Singapore desk to having a chance to present to the regional colleagues, opportunities for newbies like us are aplenty in this place. This awesome place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beyond grateful to have KW as my mentor, whom is always so fun-loving, patient, non-authoritative and father-liked. He taught me how to excel in a large corporate environment: “there’re indeed many redtapes and restrictions in any organisation and we can bitch about them. But instead of Just Bitching, more importantly, people want to see what you can DO to improve on the current situation and make things happen.” And also, “always start from the pit bottom and get your hands dirty with the dirty jobs, while you still can and still have the energy to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one day after sharing with him my interest in the marketing and business development fields, albeit airy-fairy at this stage, not only he guided me in terms of finding a suitable role to fit my aspirations, but also invited me to sit in with him for a meeting and bestowed an opportunity to create something new for the department!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a make-it-or-break-it chance for me to create my own legacy and do something significant enough to contribute to the company (upon successful outcome, there may be a chance to be implemented world-wide).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest part is, I am only an intern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my adrenaline rushed to yet another threshold when I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxx, person in charge: Christina Gao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to deliver, and I WILL deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-3004682619592090133?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3004682619592090133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=3004682619592090133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3004682619592090133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3004682619592090133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/06/halfway-through.html' title='Halfway through'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/TBTtqCa4SvI/AAAAAAAACd8/lDbGFX_0ou8/s72-c/Shell%2520logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-5682960112725137257</id><published>2010-05-30T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:59:08.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's better to have expectations than to have no expectations at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-5682960112725137257?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5682960112725137257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=5682960112725137257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5682960112725137257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5682960112725137257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-better-to-have-expectations-than-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-7333568115316682875</id><published>2010-05-26T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:38:57.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S_zPgwmhYVI/AAAAAAAACd0/Cv1JxoACt4w/s1600/passion_fruit_meringue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475479408684917074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S_zPgwmhYVI/AAAAAAAACd0/Cv1JxoACt4w/s400/passion_fruit_meringue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had the best cake I've ever tasted in my life~! Yummy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know what, and it's from Shell Marine Products! For the May Birthday Babies and Newbies. How cool is that ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yum yum.... a $140 cake for free. Makes it even tastier. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepatissier.com/webtop/Browse/index.phtml?action=browse&amp;amp;id=9&amp;amp;StoreID=1"&gt;http://www.thepatissier.com/webtop/Browse/index.phtml?action=browse&amp;amp;id=9&amp;amp;StoreID=1&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-7333568115316682875?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7333568115316682875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=7333568115316682875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7333568115316682875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7333568115316682875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just-had-best-cake-ive-ever-tasted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S_zPgwmhYVI/AAAAAAAACd0/Cv1JxoACt4w/s72-c/passion_fruit_meringue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-6904817794334807905</id><published>2010-05-09T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:54:27.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the key to my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S-aiUfXhYEI/AAAAAAAACds/Wb6tkLtZ7e8/s1600/4961310095611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469237270389284930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S-aiUfXhYEI/AAAAAAAACds/Wb6tkLtZ7e8/s400/4961310095611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S-ahflBaRoI/AAAAAAAACdk/DB2DADDwxyY/s1600/ATH-CKF500-LPK.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;粉红（PK）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S-ahO0bBfbI/AAAAAAAACdc/qno7Wm6tTKs/s1600/ear+piece+collection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469236073450274226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S-ahO0bBfbI/AAAAAAAACdc/qno7Wm6tTKs/s400/ear+piece+collection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I found it!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audio-technica.com.tw/web04/product/ATH-CKF500.htm?linkURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eaudio%2Dtechnica%2Ecom%2Etw%3A80%2Fweb04%2Fproduct%2FATH%2DCKF500%2Ehtm&amp;amp;onPress=%5Btype+Function%5D"&gt;http://www.audio-technica.com.tw/web04/product/ATH-CKF500.htm?linkURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eaudio%2Dtechnica%2Ecom%2Etw%3A80%2Fweb04%2Fproduct%2FATH%2DCKF500%2Ehtm&amp;amp;onPress=%5Btype+Function%5D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Woooolala. So pretty~! x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I buy should I buy should I buy???? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-6904817794334807905?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6904817794334807905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=6904817794334807905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6904817794334807905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6904817794334807905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/05/key-to-my-heart.html' title='the key to my heart'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S-aiUfXhYEI/AAAAAAAACds/Wb6tkLtZ7e8/s72-c/4961310095611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-7064423135512066336</id><published>2010-05-03T22:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:58:15.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S97jlHLn5nI/AAAAAAAACdM/k1Gp_0kjXWw/s1600/p_large_7P4B_29df000213202d14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467057224396826226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S97jlHLn5nI/AAAAAAAACdM/k1Gp_0kjXWw/s400/p_large_7P4B_29df000213202d14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read this in a magazine yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a national swimmer recalling what his coach has taught him in face of adversity and failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut Up and Move On. No whining, no complaints, just keep moving forward and never make the same mistake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found it rather enlightening. Hate weak guys who whine and complain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw the pic has nothing got to do with the text. Just like the outfit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-7064423135512066336?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7064423135512066336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=7064423135512066336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7064423135512066336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7064423135512066336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/05/sumo.html' title='SUMO'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S97jlHLn5nI/AAAAAAAACdM/k1Gp_0kjXWw/s72-c/p_large_7P4B_29df000213202d14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-8116377010395596332</id><published>2010-05-03T22:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:59:25.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's an Efficient day! xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S97dH-H6NuI/AAAAAAAACdE/ZIWGrMECds4/s1600/p_large_gJZX_099000028a2d2d13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467050126679357154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S97dH-H6NuI/AAAAAAAACdE/ZIWGrMECds4/s400/p_large_gJZX_099000028a2d2d13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My current wallpaper. Cute hor ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like she's saying, "You! Better study hard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I've been mugging in the CC for the past 3 weeks and one of the frequent users of the reading room is a girl who sat at the inner corner of the room (unfortunate that happens to be my fave spot too. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally got a chance to talk to her after the room was closed. (and share with her my seaweed haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that she's a part-time accountancy student in a private U (which she was uncomfortable about mentioning its name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that like me, she'll be having exams soon. To my surprise, however, her exam is only in JUNE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not have sufficient time to have a good chat, nor a good reason. But that was significant enough to shake a little bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others have 10 reasons to slack, she has only 1 reason to work hard: I've not enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I've always love studying next to her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-8116377010395596332?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/8116377010395596332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=8116377010395596332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8116377010395596332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8116377010395596332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/05/todays-efficent-day-xd.html' title='Today&apos;s an Efficient day! xD'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S97dH-H6NuI/AAAAAAAACdE/ZIWGrMECds4/s72-c/p_large_gJZX_099000028a2d2d13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-2344734144014715458</id><published>2010-04-30T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:01:12.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is another genius work</title><content type='html'>兔子童谣全文：&lt;br /&gt;大兔子病了，二兔子瞧，三兔子买药，四兔子熬，五兔子死了，六兔子抬，七兔子挖坑，八兔子埋，九兔子坐在地上哭泣来，十兔子问它为什么哭？九兔子说，五兔子一去不回来！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你能看出什么端倪吗？这是一件密谋杀兔事件。&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.首先，兔子也是有阶级的，大兔子病了，要治它的病，就必须不惜一切代价，甚至牺牲一只兔子做药引。  &lt;br /&gt;2.病的是大兔子，五兔子却突然死了，显然是被做成了药引。     &lt;br /&gt;3."买药"其实是黑话，因为实际上只需要一些简单的草药，主要是药引，所以这个"买药"指的是去杀掉做药引的兔子，三兔子是一个杀手。     &lt;br /&gt;4.做药引的为什么是五兔？因为哪只兔子适合做药引是由医生决定的，二兔子就是医生。  &lt;br /&gt;5.可以推出，二兔子借刀杀兔搞死了五兔子，他们之间有什么过解呢？可能是情杀，因为一只母兔。  &lt;br /&gt;6.谁是母兔呢？想一下，女人爱哭的天性，所以九兔是母兔，九兔也知道了真相，所以才哭，因为她爱的是五兔。  &lt;br /&gt;7."六兔子抬"，这明显是病句，一只兔子怎么抬？他显然是被抬，因为他死了，所以才会被抬。抬他的两只兔子随后一个挖坑，一个埋尸。没错，抬他来的就是七八两只兔子！ &lt;br /&gt;8.六兔子是被七八两只兔子杀的吗？不是，他是被杀手三兔子杀死的。三兔子本来不想杀他，五兔子和六兔子关系非常好，当时他们正好在一起，并联手抵抗，所以三兔子才把他们一起杀了。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/* 插一段性格分析：大家会发现，每相临的两只兔子关系都是微妙的。  &lt;br /&gt;1-2 大兔子像皇上，二兔子就是他身边进谗言的小人。  &lt;br /&gt;3-4 三兔子是杀手，四兔子药师，他俩都是助纣为虐型的，四兔经常给皇帝做一些壮阳药什么的，把皇上搞生病了，又亲自熬兔子药引。  &lt;br /&gt;5-6 一对好朋友，经常在一起吟诗做对，不惧怕恶势力，五兔很有才华，怪不得被九兔所爱又被二兔嫉妒呢，物以类聚，六兔也很有才，可惜都属于文人，两个人的武工加一起也没打过三兔。  &lt;br /&gt;7-8 也是一对好朋友，但属于随风倒型的，为了保住命，什么事都肯做，本质不算坏，但经常被坏人指始做坏事。  &lt;br /&gt;9-10 在女人哭的时候，身边一定会有爱她的男人，而她的哭泣一定是为了她爱的男人。可惜，爱她的兔子和她爱的兔子不是一只兔子。很明显了吧，十兔暗恋九兔，关心她，看到她哭，他当然要去问原因。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*/ 9.最后一点分析了，也许是多余。事情是这样的，三兔和五六两兔打斗过程中，引来了七八两兔。当五六被杀死后，三兔已没有力气，况且七八平时都很听话，不会告密的。所以三兔就放过了七八两兔，并让他们把六兔抬走，埋了。七八一看，命保住了，反正事情也发生了，无法挽回，只好照办理。 &lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后记1：回看第5条，情杀不是随便猜出来的，观全局，二兔位高劝重，但即便这样，也有他得不到的东西，那就是真爱。所以他杀五兔的原因很可能是这个，而且五兔正直，应该平时就经常与他作对，所以才起了杀心。   后记2：其实五兔死的非常惨，因为二兔疯狂妒忌他，所以不想让他成为一个正常的男人。再说皇上吃了药师的药，荒淫无度，哪里最虚弱大家应该都知道吧，所谓吃什么补什么，其实五兔被做成药引的部位应该是... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（对上文推理的补充：）   看了上文的推理,觉得还有一点需问题: &lt;br /&gt; (1)作为一个完整的故事,必然要有因果关系,这个故事有了果(即情杀,下面再谈),但没有因,所以显得不完整,就是大兔子为什么病了?无缘无故的病了便引发了以下的血案么?显然不是.  &lt;br /&gt;(2)从一个严密的逻辑上来看,这个故事中所有人物的出现(兔子)都是有联系的,且每一个按序列排下来的兔子之间都存在因果关系(动机),比如:大兔和二兔,二兔和三兔.三兔和四兔(这个上文已经大致说明了,我就不进一步讲了),但大家有没有觉得,10兔子的出现好象在这个逻辑中显得微不足道,即没有10兔子这个故事也能顺理成章的结束,因此10兔子在这个逻辑中的动机显得苍白. &lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;结论:   根据以上的推断,我们都忽视了这个故事的重点,就是10兔子,他为什么出现在这个故事中?难道仅仅为了引出9兔子的一句话么?错了,这是一个有预谋的凶杀案,而且,10兔子就是这个案件的主谋(不是2兔子),其他所有的兔子都是在他全盘计划中的一枚棋子,案发过程大致如下(补充上文):&lt;br /&gt;  (1)10兔子喜欢9兔子,9兔子不喜欢他  &lt;br /&gt;(2)5兔子和9兔子互相喜欢  &lt;br /&gt;(3)10兔子妒忌  &lt;br /&gt;(4)10兔子是大兔子身边最亲信的人,并且对其他兔子之间的关系了如指掌(也就是说,他很清楚大兔子如果病了接下来会发生些什么事),(比如10兔子就像是熬拜,大兔子是康熙)  &lt;br /&gt;(5)5兔子也是朝中权贵,10兔子没办法随便处置他.  &lt;br /&gt;(6)所以10兔子就让大兔子病了,接下来的一切就像上文说的那样发生了.....   所以,贯穿整个这个故事的主线就是10兔子,他是这个故事的结尾也是这个故事的主因,这样这个逻辑才显得天衣无缝,故事的名字就是:借刀杀人!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;五兔貌似没有死，因为被埋的只是六兔。很可能在与三兔的打斗中五兔逃脱了，并且换了一个身份，从前五兔就这样消失了（死了）。三兔无奈，只好杀了六兔向二兔交差，还找来了七、八两兔来给他作伪证。&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;另外这个童谣的诡异之处不在其内容，而在每一句的字数，每一句的字数是 5 4 5 4 5 4 5 4 10 9 4 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;按数字音译就是：    我死我死我死我死 死就死吧  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个话是以一个死人的口吻说的。说这话的应该就是五兔。五兔也很有可能就是这个童谣的作者。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;五兔其实没有死，躲过劫难后看破了世间红尘，出家做和尚去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;九兔也知道了这个情况，所以说“五兔子一去不回来”。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-2344734144014715458?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2344734144014715458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2344734144014715458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2344734144014715458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2344734144014715458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-another-genius-work.html' title='This is another genius work'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-7554792467686050744</id><published>2010-04-30T00:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:59:48.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l laughed like mad. hahahahah</title><content type='html'>(Here;s an additional one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S97kukOYhrI/AAAAAAAACdU/2Q3UEgNQUtM/s1600/b_large_QXmS_3999000877d42d0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467058486323480242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S97kukOYhrI/AAAAAAAACdU/2Q3UEgNQUtM/s400/b_large_QXmS_3999000877d42d0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the pictures do the talking ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m5LizdzRI/AAAAAAAACc8/Bnw1LXsh57g/s1600/b_large_qX2Q_39970004bcd52d0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465603230763175186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m5LizdzRI/AAAAAAAACc8/Bnw1LXsh57g/s400/b_large_qX2Q_39970004bcd52d0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m5LZPxT_I/AAAAAAAACc0/U1lujk61swQ/s1600/b_large_oWF2_39990008791a2d0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465603228197539826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m5LZPxT_I/AAAAAAAACc0/U1lujk61swQ/s400/b_large_oWF2_39990008791a2d0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m43hoZF3I/AAAAAAAACcs/oHFJpel_lcE/s1600/b_large_Uvju_399500025a552d0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465602886850910066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m43hoZF3I/AAAAAAAACcs/oHFJpel_lcE/s400/b_large_Uvju_399500025a552d0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. that's one of my fave cartoon character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m43ZG2IqI/AAAAAAAACck/eB7mQbAXb6U/s1600/b_large_VTKW_3999000878152d0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465602884562723490" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m42f90JHI/AAAAAAAACcU/b3ok9sCAQKI/s400/b_large_XcYh_3995000259172d0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies! Sit properly!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eeeew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m412gr8QI/AAAAAAAACcM/vRKGJV3hRF8/s1600/b_large_YUbH_39950002598f2d0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465602858095997186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m412gr8QI/AAAAAAAACcM/vRKGJV3hRF8/s400/b_large_YUbH_39950002598f2d0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pure coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m4fInb_FI/AAAAAAAACcE/ff3pgF-zILc/s1600/b_large_6TlJ_39970004bc352d0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465602467819158610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m4fInb_FI/AAAAAAAACcE/ff3pgF-zILc/s400/b_large_6TlJ_39970004bc352d0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Muahahahahahhahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is CLASSIC. seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like Jay Chou anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Muahahahahahahahahahhahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m4eo4syFI/AAAAAAAACb8/Y2kzjHboGjE/s1600/b_large_FhNG_39970004bd162d0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465602459301627986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m4eo4syFI/AAAAAAAACb8/Y2kzjHboGjE/s400/b_large_FhNG_39970004bd162d0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m4eaO1aXI/AAAAAAAACb0/6UNl8AiO0bA/s1600/b_large_lOB5_398d0000134c2d0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465602455367936370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m4eaO1aXI/AAAAAAAACb0/6UNl8AiO0bA/s400/b_large_lOB5_398d0000134c2d0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m4d6z0gkI/AAAAAAAACbs/StQBKn8A82Q/s1600/b_large_NpgE_398d0000134a2d0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465602446933131842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m4d6z0gkI/AAAAAAAACbs/StQBKn8A82Q/s400/b_large_NpgE_398d0000134a2d0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m4ds7eUlI/AAAAAAAACbk/nm0ssviNEec/s1600/b_large_GnHH_39930001063d2d0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465602443207135826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S9m4ds7eUlI/AAAAAAAACbk/nm0ssviNEec/s400/b_large_GnHH_39930001063d2d0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that also can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That must be a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-7554792467686050744?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7554792467686050744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=7554792467686050744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7554792467686050744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7554792467686050744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/04/l-laughed-like-mad-hahahahah.html' title='l laughed like mad. hahahahah'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S97kukOYhrI/AAAAAAAACdU/2Q3UEgNQUtM/s72-c/b_large_QXmS_3999000877d42d0c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-4368080711088734638</id><published>2010-04-21T19:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:11:23.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long &amp; boring after-dinner thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, while I waited 7 hours to have dinner together as a family, my sister acted as a messenger by telling me that “there’s no food for you today, you’ve to go out and eat on your own.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. There’s a disgusting thought that I’ve been staying in a hostel all the while, eat my own food, handle my own problems, lock myself up in my own room (there’s a unspoken rule here that we’re “not supposed” to go into other people’s room), do my own housework, buy my own grocery, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people would not be amazed by that? And how many people can understand that? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the foodcourt, I called Adam to see if he needs help with accounting. Nice buddy, nice conversation, as usual. But I almost cried when he casually asked,&lt;br /&gt;“why do you need to eat outside? Your mom doesn’t cook? My mom cooked bak kut teh for me! Damn nice! And I’m feeling damn powered up now, ready to study hard!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost for words now. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that’s the reason I’m always drawn to people who have a tougher background. Cos those are the ones who can truly share some in-depth exchange of thoughts and share a bit of emotional burden together. Maybe that’s the reason why I hate mommy’s boy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay 2nd topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Adam told me ytd shook a bell. Something about the difference between looking for a girlfriend and a wife. I think generally sensible and mature guys would share the same school of thoughts. And I think back then I was only a “girlfriend material” for Mr D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you can’t even proof yourself to be serious about your life, how can you expect anyone to be serious with you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this line. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realised also, it only applies to ourselves, and not something that we can force upon others. After all, how one wishes to lead his/her life is not something that others’ have a say, unless he/she wants to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a friend who says that the fashion industry is her dream, I would encourage her to find as quickly as possible to gain experience in working in the various aspects of the fashion industry during holidays, or even take up internships in firms/ factories/ design institutes/ etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if instead she chose to slack at home and always looking for excuses like busy/lazy/not enough time, I only have to learn how to suppress my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a friend who says being a lawyer is his dream, I would encourage him to try out as many exposures as possible. Since there are as many aspects in this industry as the fashion industry, then how would a 2-week internship be sufficient? Other than private law firms, how about the MNCs and government agencies? Law has such a broad coverage that even my graduating law friends find it hard to narrow themselves into a niche aspect that they eventually fall in love with. It takes time. And while time is all this friend of mine has, why not seize the opportunity and take a leap forward to be ahead of others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a friend who says journalism is her passion, I would encourage her to venture into the radio and TV stations out there since she has already had a taste of the print media. But if instead, she chose to waste time by saying yes to all the endless outings and wasted away almost every holiday doing nothing constructive other than overspending parents’ money, I will just learn to keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the attraction of being a Maybank admin clerk, a Paintball instructor or a Bodyshop sales assistant? The ease of getting the job, the fun of it, and the employee discount on the products? Seriously, I couldn’t help but to feel disdainful at the myopic views of many youngsters nowadays as well as their so-call “passion”, that’s how cheapskate their passion is? That makes me sound like a really old and arrogant bastard, but it’s only because these are the people I truly concern about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, those concerns were never raised. Cos it’s really hard to get people to share the same views as you, especially when you realised they are simply the immature type. Not meant to be blatant and harsh, but it’s an unfortunate truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I feel like an evil person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least after all these ranting, I’m able to get back to my Accounting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-4368080711088734638?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4368080711088734638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=4368080711088734638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4368080711088734638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4368080711088734638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-boring-after-dinner-thoughts.html' title='Long &amp; boring after-dinner thoughts.'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-2663543394303128706</id><published>2010-04-03T13:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:50:59.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Petit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Salut&lt;/span&gt;. A sub-urban and cosy spot nestled in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt; side of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BV&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the lack of pictures of the dishes, you know that I was overly engrossed with eating. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S7bRSCLzwKI/AAAAAAAACbE/S4SbV9liroI/s1600/P1090785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455778106360184994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S7bRSCLzwKI/AAAAAAAACbE/S4SbV9liroI/s400/P1090785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S7bRRetopxI/AAAAAAAACa8/Tq4AWlmtNoI/s1600/P1090784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455778096838387474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S7bRRetopxI/AAAAAAAACa8/Tq4AWlmtNoI/s400/P1090784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snails as appetizer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455774595855926434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S7bOFsiXxKI/AAAAAAAACa0/WDrsbNydkuw/s400/P1090786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks nice huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455778118371029698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S7bRSu7assI/AAAAAAAACbM/c_LhJUK-hvs/s400/P1090791_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling blue with my new hairstyle. Gonna do something about it soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted a really nice cottage-feel church nearby. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT is my impression of a church, not those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;S'pore&lt;/span&gt; Indoor Stadium kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455778924586528482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S7bSBqUK7uI/AAAAAAAACbc/7AfRVYEMMjc/s400/P1090799+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tourist pic of the day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What do you do after a nice lunch like this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for my ultra boring BM214 tutorial. -_-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mere thought of seeing the worse tutor of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;century&lt;/span&gt; discoloured my Tuesday afternoon fantasy. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-2663543394303128706?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2663543394303128706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2663543394303128706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2663543394303128706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2663543394303128706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/04/au-petit-salut.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S7bRSCLzwKI/AAAAAAAACbE/S4SbV9liroI/s72-c/P1090785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-8570282389513765259</id><published>2010-04-02T19:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T20:04:39.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The man who inspired many</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S7XXNdmcyTI/AAAAAAAACas/3WnhfP_nbwQ/s1600/Randy%2520Pausch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455503149913393458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S7XXNdmcyTI/AAAAAAAACas/3WnhfP_nbwQ/s400/Randy%2520Pausch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy Pausch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We don’t beat the Reaper by living longer. We beat the Reaper by living well."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not the things that we do in life we regret on our death bed, it is the things that we do not."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"All you need to do is ask."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The brick walls are there for a reason. They're not there to keep us out, they're there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I waited till 39 to get married and cos i've to wait that long to find someone that her happiness is more important than mine. If nothing else I hope all of you can find that kind of passion and that kind of love, in your life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-8570282389513765259?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/8570282389513765259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=8570282389513765259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8570282389513765259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8570282389513765259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/04/man-who-inspired-many.html' title='The man who inspired many'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S7XXNdmcyTI/AAAAAAAACas/3WnhfP_nbwQ/s72-c/Randy%2520Pausch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-2994180100979476414</id><published>2010-03-31T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:05:31.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>谁是谁的谁</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S7NkXshUgMI/AAAAAAAACak/rEjUkhrGpWk/s1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454813931926487234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S7NkXshUgMI/AAAAAAAACak/rEjUkhrGpWk/s400/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;一年春事，桃花红了谁&lt;br /&gt;一眼回眸，尘缘遇了谁&lt;br /&gt;一点灵犀，真情赠了谁&lt;br /&gt;一把花锄，洒泪埋了谁&lt;br /&gt;一扇南窗，抚琴怀了谁&lt;br /&gt;一叶兰舟，烟波别了谁&lt;br /&gt;一句珍重，天涯送了谁&lt;br /&gt;一番萧索，鱼书寄了谁&lt;br /&gt;一帘幽梦，凭栏念了谁&lt;br /&gt;一夕霜风，雪雨遣了谁&lt;br /&gt;一街暗香，阑珊寻了谁&lt;br /&gt;一怀愁绪，红尘逝了谁&lt;br /&gt;一江明月，回首少了谁&lt;br /&gt;一杯浊酒，相逢醉了谁&lt;br /&gt;一场消黯，凝眸忆了谁&lt;br /&gt;一夜良辰，虚设伤了谁&lt;br /&gt;一声横笛，空楼锁了谁&lt;br /&gt;一场别离，红颜瘦了谁&lt;br /&gt;一阶苔青，幽阁走了谁&lt;br /&gt;一段新愁，离怀苦了谁&lt;br /&gt;一声低唱，才情痴了谁&lt;br /&gt;一曲新词，暧昧撩了谁&lt;br /&gt;一种相思，闲愁予了谁&lt;br /&gt;一世浮生，轻狂负了谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是谁，你是谁，&lt;br /&gt;是否还是曾经的谁和谁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尘归尘，土归土，&lt;br /&gt;是否还能回到曾经的最初。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁许诺了谁，谁背弃了谁，&lt;br /&gt;谁在空旷的轮回中等待着谁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁是谁几千年前对望的彼岸，&lt;br /&gt;谁是谁千百年后再续的前缘。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是谁与谁第几世的轮回，&lt;br /&gt;谁还有多少未赎回的夙罪，&lt;br /&gt;谁还有多少未流完的眼泪，&lt;br /&gt;谁还有多少要继续的伤悲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁为谁守望成一座永恒的碑，&lt;br /&gt;谁为谁凝结成一滴千年的泪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁为谁把沧海守到桑田，&lt;br /&gt;谁为谁把黑夜候到白天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁为谁把青丝熬成白发，&lt;br /&gt;谁为谁把青春耗成落花。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到底谁是谁的谁，&lt;br /&gt;知不知道答案又有什么所谓，&lt;br /&gt;各归各位已经是严重的错位，&lt;br /&gt;再也不要去强求谁成为谁的谁！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁与谁&lt;br /&gt;谁弃谁&lt;br /&gt;谁忘谁&lt;br /&gt;谁等谁&lt;br /&gt;谁恋谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁的心依旧&lt;br /&gt;谁的心伤透&lt;br /&gt;谁的心背叛&lt;br /&gt;谁的心难留&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最终惹得&lt;br /&gt;人们四处乱走&lt;br /&gt;弄不清谁是谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁让谁笑了&lt;br /&gt;谁惹谁哭了&lt;br /&gt;是谁牵了谁的手&lt;br /&gt;是谁娶了谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁的眼泪湿了谁的心&lt;br /&gt;谁的眼角触了谁的眉...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-2994180100979476414?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2994180100979476414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2994180100979476414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2994180100979476414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2994180100979476414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_31.html' title='谁是谁的谁'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S7NkXshUgMI/AAAAAAAACak/rEjUkhrGpWk/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-8583122990283441927</id><published>2010-03-25T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:11:15.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>谁能相信世界上最动人的情诗出自一个喇嘛之手?</title><content type='html'>那一夜，&lt;br /&gt;我听了一宿梵唱，不为参悟，只为寻你的一丝气息。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一月，&lt;br /&gt;我转过所有经轮，不为超度，只为触摸你的指纹。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一年，&lt;br /&gt;我磕长头拥抱尘埃，不为朝佛，只为贴着了你的温暖。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一世，&lt;br /&gt;我翻遍十万大山，不为修来世，只为路中能与你相遇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一瞬，&lt;br /&gt;我飞升成仙，不为长生，只为佑你平安喜乐。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-8583122990283441927?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/8583122990283441927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=8583122990283441927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8583122990283441927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8583122990283441927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='谁能相信世界上最动人的情诗出自一个喇嘛之手?'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-8661482681430129754</id><published>2010-03-25T21:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:29:31.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;some people are just so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe their ego is ultra sky-high that they're so scared of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is, if they sit there and do nothing, will miracle happen? will they get whatever they wish for? will others wait hundred years for a dumb ass to be enlightened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will pressing those few buttons kill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL SENDING A SIMPLE MESSAGE LIKE 'HOW'S YOUR NEW HAIR CUT?' CAUSE THEM CANCER??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've upset someone, make sure you apologise;&lt;br /&gt;if your apology is not accepted, make sure you do it with double the sincerity;&lt;br /&gt;if your meeting offer has been rejected, make sure you can come up with a better offer;&lt;br /&gt;if all your efforts have gone in vain, maybe it's simply because you've not tried hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why some people are just so bloody dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, perhaps, bloody lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but miracles don't happen. while they wait and laze around. things will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-8661482681430129754?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/8661482681430129754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=8661482681430129754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8661482681430129754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8661482681430129754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/03/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-3745907535777734053</id><published>2010-03-24T22:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:42:16.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kidnapper. The most torturous and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;traumatising&lt;/span&gt; movie experience in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Made me so sick that i had to dash out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;theater&lt;/span&gt; half way through.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to vomit so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm angry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; disappointed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; disgusted and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps things are changing and that's why.&lt;br /&gt;Or, perhaps things aren't changing so that's why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-3745907535777734053?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3745907535777734053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=3745907535777734053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3745907535777734053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3745907535777734053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/03/kidnapper.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-1350739936944299614</id><published>2010-03-07T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:57:49.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Pals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S5MvbZCwGBI/AAAAAAAACac/ey6c5nULJ3U/s1600-h/P1090768_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445748522046461970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S5MvbZCwGBI/AAAAAAAACac/ey6c5nULJ3U/s400/P1090768_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great to see our old friend Weiyang again~! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 years ago, our conversation topic revolved around stuff like sausages. Now it's about business, about future career prospects (AND JAPAN! haha). Hearwarmingly quirky. HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things just don't change. :) Just like the shape of yisheng's hair. LOLS. damn nice to touch xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-1350739936944299614?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1350739936944299614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=1350739936944299614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1350739936944299614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1350739936944299614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-pals.html' title='Old Pals'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S5MvbZCwGBI/AAAAAAAACac/ey6c5nULJ3U/s72-c/P1090768_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-597264237509628124</id><published>2010-03-01T19:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:38:41.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invaluable Gifts from year 2010 -- #3 ride on the momentum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443634245968656754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S4usgU4c-XI/AAAAAAAACaU/0mtiZb8RXpg/s400/large_XgTk_3507e198177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling invincible for the past 2 weeks. And I wanna ride on this momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking a lot on my way to the Embassy this morning. During the long walk from Orchard MRT, I passed a few 5-star and 6-star hotels which I’ve visited, and I recalled the numerous meetings with interesting persons like Jerry Tan, Frank Cintamani and those rich sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the realities in life, both socially and financially. I’ve always thought that money is not important at all and it’s the root of all evil. But I’ve to admit that many a times, people need money before achieving their goals and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of David too. Suddenly realised that it’s been a year (plus a few days) since we bid adieu. Haha but that’s not the point. What matters the most was the change in me since last year. From the nua and aimless and immature Year 1 girl to who I am today. I will never ever forget how it felt to be looked down upon by your own boyfriend. As I say this, I put myself in a humble and grateful shoe. If not for this not-very-successful relationship and if not for this ultra-capable and god-liked boyfriend, I might still be the nua and aimless and immature girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at someone who comes from an impressive upbringing and family, who has a sheer determination to outshine others, who has a no-joke attitude towards time-management and goals in life, and an impeccable list of achievements ranging from academic record to Commando days to musical talent to sporting talent to well…the eye-catching good looks (haha! not really an achievement though), you simply wonder if god is unfair. Until you reach a point when you feel you could surpass him and do even better, you feel nothing’s unachievable. And you feel invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s less of a boyfriend whom I wanna talk about, but more of an inspirational figure (and to a certain extent, I may be just creating an illusionary figure. But it doesn’t matter does it?) whom I kept comparing myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to move faster, much faster. I’ve been crawling in year 1, now that I’ve stood up and running, next thing to do is to JUMP! Weeeee~! Haha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Ready or not, tell yourself to jump,” -Chris Gardner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back, I’ve received the acceptance call from Shell. To think that Shell only hires 3 interns this year from the hundreds of applicants across Singapore, I felt rather surreal and nonetheless proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discussed the matter with some seniors and NTU Career Office, they all told me that this is a good chance. Alwin even told me I’d be STUPID not to take it, so many ppl would fight hard for a role in Shell. “SHELL LEH! SHELLLLL LEH~!!!!” he kept saying. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School also revealed that Hasbro only shortlisted 4 students from NBS and they’ll be choosing 1 of them. Being among those 4 students also gave me another jab of confidence in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice chat with Yiwei over MSN today as well, about commitment and group work. Kinda reinforced what I’ve learnt from L’Oreal and all the other projects that I’ve been doing this Sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people make things happen, some wait for things to happen, and others don’t know what had happened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’m typing this, my FYP team has gotten a reply from Prof Lewis who has accepted our proposal and chosen us as one of his 3 teams from a list of 8 proposals. Everyone wanted to fight for this patient and A-record supervisor and ta-duh~ we got it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things may be happening in a way that they’re too good to be true, but that’s precisely why we need to ride on the momentum before everything crippled apart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-597264237509628124?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/597264237509628124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=597264237509628124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/597264237509628124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/597264237509628124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/03/momentum.html' title='The Invaluable Gifts from year 2010 -- #3 ride on the momentum'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S4usgU4c-XI/AAAAAAAACaU/0mtiZb8RXpg/s72-c/large_XgTk_3507e198177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-7127725322683576113</id><published>2010-02-28T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:25:34.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit of Happyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watched the film Pursuit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Happyness&lt;/span&gt; at home today. Deeply touched. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the endless pursuit of each of our own happiness, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;there're&lt;/span&gt; things we missed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;there're&lt;/span&gt; those we never wanted to let go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somehow I thought of my all-time favourite teacher Mr Daniel Chow and his oh-so-lovely family. For the past 6 years, since Ariel was born till now they're happily home-schooling, I',m glad to be one of the many witnesses who've been observing how Mr Chow and Mrs Chow pursued and eventually built their own successful formula of Happiness. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443218724244700066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S4oylx1cO6I/AAAAAAAACZs/iYwgh-SwpzQ/s400/20166_324877674355_693619355_3272409_1399215_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr Chow quoted this pic on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fb&lt;/span&gt;: The woman of my life with the breakfast of my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;. How sweet is that~! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S4oymvavxMI/AAAAAAAACZ8/g-TaJuPa3Nc/s1600-h/25048_329322049355_693619355_3283646_2492699_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443218740775732418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S4oymvavxMI/AAAAAAAACZ8/g-TaJuPa3Nc/s400/25048_329322049355_693619355_3283646_2492699_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lovely ex-students~! Grown so much and still so adorable! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S4oymbNsvgI/AAAAAAAACZ0/dp2d0DV4o4A/s1600-h/25249_327193454355_693619355_3278210_7517582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443218735352299010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S4oymbNsvgI/AAAAAAAACZ0/dp2d0DV4o4A/s400/25249_327193454355_693619355_3278210_7517582_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S4oylj1Ix_I/AAAAAAAACZk/RlQ_m4yoL1Q/s1600-h/20166_323205584355_693619355_3268492_7778120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443218720485328882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S4oylj1Ix_I/AAAAAAAACZk/RlQ_m4yoL1Q/s400/20166_323205584355_693619355_3268492_7778120_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kids who love reading. That makes them even more adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S4oylVeizjI/AAAAAAAACZc/9PHkZcP6nJg/s1600-h/20166_324691359355_693619355_3271802_2471208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443218716632469042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S4oylVeizjI/AAAAAAAACZc/9PHkZcP6nJg/s400/20166_324691359355_693619355_3271802_2471208_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443221582700253474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S4o1MKaWkSI/AAAAAAAACaE/a7M_qXxgdVI/s400/20166_325128664355_693619355_3273480_2291520_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The 2 sisters ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443221587761859458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S4o1MdRIi4I/AAAAAAAACaM/V_doikVxY0k/s400/22536_277998424355_693619355_3116635_1170108_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's little Ariel. Isn't she cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish to have a family like that! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-7127725322683576113?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7127725322683576113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=7127725322683576113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7127725322683576113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7127725322683576113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/02/pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='Pursuit of Happyness'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S4oylx1cO6I/AAAAAAAACZs/iYwgh-SwpzQ/s72-c/20166_324877674355_693619355_3272409_1399215_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-6503558778694312136</id><published>2010-02-14T20:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:57:42.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invaluable Gifts from year 2010 -- #2 Never Give Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S3f7E8jhZyI/AAAAAAAACZU/av-jKdISpWU/s1600-h/group+name+card.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438091137466328866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S3f7E8jhZyI/AAAAAAAACZU/av-jKdISpWU/s400/group+name+card.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With many friends complaining about how torturous 2010 is, I find it the most rewarding year so far. Or I should say, the most rewarding year to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most obvious reason is my participation in the L’Oreal Brandstorm Competition. I love it, I totally LOVE every single bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care how crazy people think I am, or the way they criticized my team mates' lack of interest and commitment level, I am VERY proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I’ve told many, my ultimate aim at this point is that I want to present what we’ve spent months to materialise to the judges. Because this is what we’ve built from nothing to something. Something which we have so much faith in, as a team. Something which have brought us thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, there were deadlines we barely met, preparations we scarcely done. If there’ve been more time and commitment level, we could have done much better. However upon reflection, I realised that these so-called failures were our greatest achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Semi-Finals, I felt terribly disappointed and frustrated. I vent some of these frustrations on Peiwen, whom instead of blaming me, subtly taught me one of the biggest lessons in my Uni life. And I’ve to admit that it took days to fully digest and accept what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have also to admit that after the competition I broke down and shed tears of resentment, frustration and disappointment in front of a kind, patient and longstanding friend of mine (Thank You). I resented at the lack of practice, help and initiative from my team members, as well as the outcome of our performance. I was intolerant to the incompetency of the team. I was disappointed at what could have been above expectation. And I hated to lose to factors other than capability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However however. I soon realised that it was how the 3 of us again and again met the requirements at the very last minute when we could easily give up that spelt out our greatest achievement so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have given up right during the Preliminary Round, but somehow we managed to scribble out the report and PPT.&lt;br /&gt;We could have withdrawn when we knew that Dominic will not be there for the Semi-Finals and there were gonna be 60 more slides to do and tons of props to make, but we managed to complete the filming and proudly done up all the props and slides.&lt;br /&gt;We could have flared up at one another for the workload each have to bear and the sacrifices each have to make, but never once we brought it personal.&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to make the best of every meeting, which all indeed turned out to be effective and efficient.&lt;br /&gt;We complained we dreaded, but we’ve each performed our roles in a perfect way to complement each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we’ve been fortunately granted a second chance, I am extremely grateful and relaxed (surprisingly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to prove ourselves and better present our ideas again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And prove to other teams that if we managed to get through to the Finals, it’s simply because we are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some words of enlightenment and encouragement from the firm helping hands which I knew I could hold on to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Peiwen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: You need to understand that we each have our own priorities and we’re not paid to do this. It is our responsibility to contribute as much as we can, but if someone can’t perform to expectation, we can’t put the blame on them.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I like my Chingay team so much is because even if someone screwed up the event, we would all give one another a pat at the back and say, “good job done!”&lt;br /&gt;I believe you’ve learnt much from this experience, in terms of people management, time management, and the different skill sets.&lt;br /&gt;And Christina, I realised you’re actually very capable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dominic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: You know what, Christina is the motivation for Peiwen and I to continue in this competition. If not we would give up long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Michael Ng&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: The most torturous experience is the best experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Michael Tan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: It’s okay, I understand how it feels. Some people want to make things happen, others wait for things to happen, and many don’t know what had happened. So it’s good that you’re driven. I call this intolerance to incompetency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Huiqin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: It’s good to see that you’re so passionate about something again. Like how you used to be about journalism. It’s rare, and you should keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alwin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Take it as part of leaning. We learn best when we make mistakes. Getting there is not easy, give yourself a pat on your back. Remember most importantly is the lesson you took back from L’Oreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not to forget &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Daniel&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Chen Chung&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Jonathan&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;DC&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;PG&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; who have also helped substantially along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly, I’m always reminded of the conversation I had with Jerry Tan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: Tell me your greatest strength.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I do not give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-6503558778694312136?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6503558778694312136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=6503558778694312136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6503558778694312136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6503558778694312136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/02/invaluable-gifts-from-year-2010-2-never.html' title='The Invaluable Gifts from year 2010 -- #2 Never Give Up'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S3f7E8jhZyI/AAAAAAAACZU/av-jKdISpWU/s72-c/group+name+card.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-9006797133381055150</id><published>2010-02-14T19:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:01:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invaluable Gifts from year 2010 --            #1 Never Give In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2009 ended with an untimely explosion from CAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committee members were asked to pay for a compensation amount up to $43 each for damaged clothing. With a severe lack of transparency and justice, and an outright mismanagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have willingly shared the burden if there’ve been proper dealings to keep everyone informed and involved. Without even being in the loop, how can anyone blatantly expect me to pay for something which I wasn’t even liable for, merely with a statement like &lt;em&gt;“since we are in a team we should help one another out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you truly treated everyone as a team, no one should be left out. Please do not use that as an excuse to make people pay money blindly. And mind you, I was out this so-called team more than half a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless I paid. Mostly because of how others have been convinced me of the impossibility of fighting against a huge committee with the strength of a tiny finger, as well as the “pointlessness” of the continued agony. The fact that other committee members have accepted the unjustified reasoning and decided to move on by quickly sweeping the matter under the carpet also put another stop for my silent but violent objection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was perhaps one of the very very few regretful decisions I’ve ever made. Or perhaps, the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was certainly the most unfair and absurd mishap that have taken place in my rather short existence of 21 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hard as I tried to let go of the unhappiness and rage that engulfed me through 2 whole months, I could not help by to chide myself for not able to stand firm on my ground and to fight back bravely. I regret for being the “Miss Nice” who tries to please everyone and maintains an amiable image. Because the outcome of it was that I’ve failed myself. What could have been worse than letting yourself down by not holding firm to your own principles that are proudly righteous and giving in just to be the timid peace-maker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t I hate bochap-ness to the core?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that the entire ridiculous episode was long over, but whenever I let my thoughts linger on it, I couldn’t help but to feel a tangible resentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first thing I’ve learnt in the year 2010: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never give in to your beliefs, if they are rightfully justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do acknowledge the fact that by giving in and paying for the unduly compensation, I saved tons of troubles for myself and others. And it was the only sensible options back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not “Right”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my stubbornness gives people headache. They find me hard to understand, they find me overly naïve, they find me extreme. But who’s there to empathize me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I read the last few chapters of Richard Branson’s Autobiography today. Sometimes, in face of adversity, in face of objection, we still have to stand firm with our beliefs. We have to. This is just how people gain their victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;British Airway had tried very hard to put me out of business and my staff out of their jobs. They had also forced me to sell Virgin Music, which had affected a whole group of other people who had nothing to do with the airline. It made me furious. I was not going to sit back over a gentleman’s breakfast and agree that it was all just a certain amount of “egg on face”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the entire dirty-tricks episode I had been accused of being “naive”: naïve to believe that BA could behave in such a manner, naïve to think that BA would ever stop behaving in such a manner, naïve to believe that I would ever be able to bring BA to court, naïve to think for a moment that I could win a court case. The word “naive” echoed round and round in my head and at some points had almost undermined my resolve to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I was naïve in fighting for the justice I wanted; perhaps it was idealism; or perhaps I was just plain stubborn. But I knew that BA activities were unlawful and I wanted compensation. I was determined to make all those people who had dismissed my stance as “naive”, eat their words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard Branson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-9006797133381055150?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/9006797133381055150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=9006797133381055150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/9006797133381055150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/9006797133381055150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/02/invaluable-gifts-from-year-2010-1-never.html' title='The Invaluable Gifts from year 2010 --            #1 Never Give In'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-3282741378698094871</id><published>2010-01-24T09:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T09:25:05.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>english...or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1uhAKtWAKI/AAAAAAAACZM/YDpQt1LWFx4/s1600-h/a102_e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430110799971877026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1uhAKtWAKI/AAAAAAAACZM/YDpQt1LWFx4/s400/a102_e3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1ug_8YMJ7I/AAAAAAAACZE/Pz9jqhjljog/s1600-h/a102_e10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430110796125054898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1ug_8YMJ7I/AAAAAAAACZE/Pz9jqhjljog/s400/a102_e10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Who needs horny care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1ug_lW3XtI/AAAAAAAACY8/7Meba5-2kcU/s1600-h/a102_e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430110789945482962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1ug_lW3XtI/AAAAAAAACY8/7Meba5-2kcU/s400/a102_e2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horniness again.... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1ug_WEHtWI/AAAAAAAACY0/g4dI8LqiHoI/s1600-h/a102_e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430110785840330082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1ug_WEHtWI/AAAAAAAACY0/g4dI8LqiHoI/s400/a102_e1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's an insult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1ug154Sx0I/AAAAAAAACYs/uZGgBYDDIS4/s1600-h/a102_e15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430110623655708482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1ug154Sx0I/AAAAAAAACYs/uZGgBYDDIS4/s400/a102_e15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-3282741378698094871?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3282741378698094871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=3282741378698094871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3282741378698094871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3282741378698094871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/01/englishor-not.html' title='english...or not?'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1uhAKtWAKI/AAAAAAAACZM/YDpQt1LWFx4/s72-c/a102_e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-1571051252070287671</id><published>2010-01-24T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T09:21:50.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you believe this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1ufSBI0C8I/AAAAAAAACYk/TshoLeIqrhY/s1600-h/a96941_a582_5-mother-and-daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430108907617127362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1ufSBI0C8I/AAAAAAAACYk/TshoLeIqrhY/s400/a96941_a582_5-mother-and-daughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do they look like twins to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, one's mother and the other is the daughter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janet Cunliffe (left) spent more than $13000 on plastic surgert in a desperate attempt to bridge the 22-year gap between herself and daughter Jane Cunliffe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIZARRE.    o__O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-1571051252070287671?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1571051252070287671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=1571051252070287671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1571051252070287671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1571051252070287671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-you-believe-this.html' title='can you believe this?'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1ufSBI0C8I/AAAAAAAACYk/TshoLeIqrhY/s72-c/a96941_a582_5-mother-and-daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-3513227570037926304</id><published>2010-01-20T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:32:48.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment.</title><content type='html'>Here's another extracted text from the China renren.com... hahaha. I think's it's a better social networking site than Facebook. China people = powerful. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But found this article really interestingly thought-provoking. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 当你和她打电话时，你一定要她先挂你的电话，即使她说了一百遍要你先挂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 和她发短信时，字数一定要比她的多，这样她会觉得你是在乎她的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 和她在一起时，不要只顾着自己的喜好，即使她说了一万遍要你不要管她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 每天睡觉之前一定要给她一条道晚安的短信，不管你有多晚，因为她可能一直在等你，只是她嘴上说不管。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 你问她想不想你时，如果她说不想，你一定要很开心，因为她的不想就是想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 任何时候不要让她找不到你，因为这样她会一直很不安心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 你们吵架时，不要拿以前的事情来威胁她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 就算她跟你无理取闹你也要原谅她，因为她那是在测试你在乎她的程度。因为她缺乏安全感 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 对她对你已经说过一万遍的关心，不要不耐烦的说知道了知道了，要很感动的说谢谢，因为那真的都是她出自内心的关心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 当她关心你时，不要说出：原来你也会关心我这样的话。这样会很伤她心，因为这对于她来说是一种很大的否定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. 就算你再忙，你也不能一连好几天不给她短信，或者对她忽冷忽热，因为这样会让她很恐慌，是不是自己又做错了什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.千万要记得她都是害羞的，不要什么都让她主动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. 即使最后你们还是不能走到一起，记得，一定要跟她说清楚，因为她都是专情的，不要让她再等你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么是男朋友？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 男朋友就是为了陪你而放弃了他最爱的玩游戏、打篮球的那个人;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 男朋友就是每天不厌其烦的陪你吃饭、逛街、看戏。散步、读书、送你回家的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 男朋友就是虽然身上没什么钱，也会请你吃饭的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 男朋友就是早晨你醒来时第一个想到的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 男朋友就是能跟你打电话聊到半夜都舍不得挂的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 男朋友就是在你最难过最痛苦的时候陪伴在你身边的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 男朋友就是为了不让你担心，无论出了什么事都要自己默默承担的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 男朋友就是手机里总是存满你给他发的短信，直到信箱满了都舍不得删掉的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 男朋友就是无论你是不是漂亮都会夸赞你漂亮的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 男朋友就是以玩游戏为由察看你的手机纪录，确信跟你常联系的都是你的女性朋友才放心的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. 男朋友就是学会唱他认为好听的歌，然后在你耳边唱给你听的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 男朋友是会为了让你开心而用心打扮自己、保持身材、努力让你感到骄傲的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. 男朋友就是努力做到让你用崇拜的眼光来看他的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. 男朋友就是在你任性、耍小脾气时，也会忍住脾气不会冲你发火的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. 男朋友就是看到你流泪时，为你擦去泪水给你一个温暖拥抱的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. 男朋友就是就算你犯了错误，也舍不得骂你的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. 男朋友就是可以在车站等你很久也不会介意的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. 男朋友就是明明最不喜欢逛街，还能陪你一家一家的逛到你觉得满意为止的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. 男朋友就是在考试时期耐心的帮你复习功课的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. 男朋友就是最爱在你面前展露他的本领的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. 男朋友就是有着宽厚的肩膀可以让你随时依靠的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. 男朋友就是吃饭时放慢速度等你的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. 男朋友就是总是让你走在马路内侧的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. 男朋友就是过马路时会紧紧拉住你的手的人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 男朋友就是就算情人节也不会买花给你，让你对他又爱又气的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. 男朋友就是深夜为你开着手机的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. 男朋友就是用自行车带你出去兜风的那个人；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. 男朋友就是当你读到这篇文章时立刻会想到的那个人 。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-3513227570037926304?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3513227570037926304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=3513227570037926304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3513227570037926304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3513227570037926304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/01/enlightenment.html' title='Enlightenment.'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-5464106844546713854</id><published>2010-01-19T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:12:29.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urshing in 2010!</title><content type='html'>Credits to Zaobao Photographer Zhi Yang. Wonderful experience before we kissed goodbye to 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1W8noI_pqI/AAAAAAAACYc/lvKcl3nhMik/s1600-h/IMG_9211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428452314841065122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1W8noI_pqI/AAAAAAAACYc/lvKcl3nhMik/s400/IMG_9211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1W8OloZBkI/AAAAAAAACYU/3icyQpZ_KtI/s1600-h/IMG_9180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428451884670715458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1W8OloZBkI/AAAAAAAACYU/3icyQpZ_KtI/s400/IMG_9180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolution: hope my new year resolutions will come true. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do I see ahead of me: projects and projects and tons of projects. hoho ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it be a fun year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-5464106844546713854?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5464106844546713854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=5464106844546713854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5464106844546713854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5464106844546713854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/01/urshing-in-2010.html' title='urshing in 2010!'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1W8noI_pqI/AAAAAAAACYc/lvKcl3nhMik/s72-c/IMG_9211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-5891251456965554033</id><published>2010-01-19T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:05:00.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im lovin' this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1W728ktOtI/AAAAAAAACYM/RpKET64oG_s/s1600-h/b209056464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428451478512417490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1W728ktOtI/AAAAAAAACYM/RpKET64oG_s/s400/b209056464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;awwwwwwwww...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't mind marrying an ang-moh. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;awwwwwwwww................. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-5891251456965554033?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5891251456965554033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=5891251456965554033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5891251456965554033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5891251456965554033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-lovin-this.html' title='im lovin&apos; this'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1W728ktOtI/AAAAAAAACYM/RpKET64oG_s/s72-c/b209056464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-7405732267519154646</id><published>2010-01-19T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:03:41.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1W7e3-UC4I/AAAAAAAACYE/ddOWb2bEARc/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428451064960781186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1W7e3-UC4I/AAAAAAAACYE/ddOWb2bEARc/s400/cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw this on the net: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No one falls in love by choice, it's by chance. No one stays on love by chance, it's by work. No one falls out of love by chance, it's by choice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-7405732267519154646?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7405732267519154646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=7405732267519154646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7405732267519154646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7405732267519154646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/01/saw-this-on-net-no-one-falls-in-love-by.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S1W7e3-UC4I/AAAAAAAACYE/ddOWb2bEARc/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-6966211277299078411</id><published>2010-01-10T21:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:30:21.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>booooooks~! xD</title><content type='html'>If addiction is a sin, I'm a hardcore but yet guiltless sinner for books. And more books! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would raise both my hands and legs to plead guilty with overwhelming joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425105103019156450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S0nYWQado-I/AAAAAAAACX8/01DVZOOjqmU/s400/51BWJ7T5HYL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a simple, understandable guide book for marketing dummies. The number of pages and words are less than a Cleo or Seventeen Magazine, but the content may be a shining light for one's career path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in Kino for 1 hour and completed the other book of the series: Clueless in Advertising~! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some takeaways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crush Advertising&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Singapore's Number 1 Advertising Agency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;America Madison Avenue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: The term "Madison Avenue" is often used metonymically for advertising, and Madison Avenue became identified with the advertising industry after the explosive growth in this area in the 1920s. By 1861 there were 20 advertising agencies in New York City, and in 1911, the New York City Association of Advertising Agencies was founded here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 legendary icons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Bernbach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: He revoluntionised advertising in the 1960s by making it wittier, more intelligent and occationally very irreverent. I personally love his &lt;em&gt;We Try Harder&lt;/em&gt; series for Avis, he made No. 2ism rock~~~~~!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;David Ogilvy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Often known as The Father of Advertising.&lt;br /&gt;Quote: "In the modern world of business, it is useless to be a creative, original thinker unless you can also sell what you create."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Leo Burnett&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Named one the the world's most influential person in 20th century by Times, his famous works included Tony the Tiger (Kellogg's Frosted Flakes) and Jolly Green Giant (symbol of Green Gient food company of US)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S0nYRDmj-ZI/AAAAAAAACX0/fEa6OqAWavQ/s1600-h/9789810678883-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425105013680896402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S0nYRDmj-ZI/AAAAAAAACX0/fEa6OqAWavQ/s400/9789810678883-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho ho ho! Here comes another book by Jim Aitchison! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cutting Edge Advertising is an international bestseller since the first edition. I borrowed the book during my last visit to the library and immediately fell in love with its enriching content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a possessive bibliophile, I simply couldn't wait to get hold of this book for myself!!! x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though $50.29 can really be a pinch to the heart.... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i firmly believe that books are the most valuable and appreciating investment in the world. Nothing beats the joy of acquiring knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;admire the fine prints, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;smell the fresh paper, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;touch the smooth pages, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;stroke the edgy backbone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and dance with the everlasting words &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;that will endure the passage of time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-6966211277299078411?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6966211277299078411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=6966211277299078411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6966211277299078411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6966211277299078411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/01/booooooks-xd.html' title='booooooks~! xD'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/S0nYWQado-I/AAAAAAAACX8/01DVZOOjqmU/s72-c/51BWJ7T5HYL__SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-2339145450742940133</id><published>2010-01-02T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:22:03.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sorrowful yet beautiful quotes that made me cry...</title><content type='html'>“Love is when you shed a tear and still want him, it's when he ignores you and you still love him, it's when he loves another girl but you still smile and say I'm happy for you, when all you really do is cry.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-2339145450742940133?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2339145450742940133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2339145450742940133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2339145450742940133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2339145450742940133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorrowful-yet-beautiful-quotes-that.html' title='the sorrowful yet beautiful quotes that made me cry...'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-3854483991030780358</id><published>2010-01-02T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:20:54.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-3854483991030780358?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3854483991030780358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=3854483991030780358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3854483991030780358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3854483991030780358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-is-sacredness-in-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-4301698878925445125</id><published>2010-01-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:20:42.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-4301698878925445125?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4301698878925445125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=4301698878925445125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4301698878925445125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4301698878925445125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-comes-when-manipulation-stops-when.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-7949238606623408376</id><published>2010-01-02T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:19:05.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“If I never met you, I wouldn't like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do, and I will.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-7949238606623408376?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7949238606623408376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=7949238606623408376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7949238606623408376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7949238606623408376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-never-met-you-i-wouldnt-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-820461500658498879</id><published>2010-01-02T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:18:19.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-820461500658498879?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/820461500658498879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=820461500658498879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/820461500658498879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/820461500658498879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-me-when-i-least-deserve-it-because.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-7346959615519405261</id><published>2010-01-02T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:34:42.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.'&lt;br /&gt;Mature love says: 'I need you because I love you'&lt;br /&gt;And when someone says: 'because it's fun', that is not even love, it's an insult.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-7346959615519405261?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7346959615519405261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=7346959615519405261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7346959615519405261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7346959615519405261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/01/immature-love-says-i-love-you-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-6976543210223298094</id><published>2010-01-01T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:45:03.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Sz37OamkVXI/AAAAAAAACXs/VPmWUjh119A/s1600-h/arpoem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421765751501772146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Sz37OamkVXI/AAAAAAAACXs/VPmWUjh119A/s400/arpoem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first day of the 2010 was spent in front of the computer, with Disney's Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch and Jane Austen's Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall finish enjoying the rest of Jane Austen's collection asap so that I can soon embark on my library expansion mission AGAIN~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my planned reading list:&lt;br /&gt;1) Losing my Virginity - Autobiography of Richard Branson&lt;br /&gt;2) Cutting Edge Advertising&lt;br /&gt;3) Sense and Sensibility&lt;br /&gt;4) Jane Eyre&lt;br /&gt;5) 1894&lt;br /&gt;6) Emma&lt;br /&gt;7) Great Expectations&lt;br /&gt;8) The Pickwick Papers&lt;br /&gt;9) Oliver Twist&lt;br /&gt;10) Gulliver's Travels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget the Chinese books:&lt;br /&gt;1）《宽容》&lt;br /&gt;2）《世界上最会说话的人》&lt;br /&gt;3）《妈妈，我好想你》&lt;br /&gt;4）《智慧书 - 黄金宝典》&lt;br /&gt;5）《智慧书 - 银色锦囊》&lt;br /&gt;6）《智慧书 - 红色秘笈》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned Purchase List:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;100 Years of Solitude &lt;/strong&gt;by Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;In 1970, reviewing the book in the &lt;a title="National Observer (USA)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Observer_(USA)"&gt;National Observer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="William J. Kennedy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_J._Kennedy"&gt;William Kennedy&lt;/a&gt; hailed One Hundred Years of Solitude as "the first piece of literature since the &lt;a title="Book of Genesis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Book_of_Genesis"&gt;Book of Genesis&lt;/a&gt; that should be required reading for the entire human race."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Persuation&lt;/strong&gt; by Jane Austen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Northanger Abbey&lt;/strong&gt; by Jane Austen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;/strong&gt; by Jane Austen (This will conclude the complete collection of Austen's Series! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra leisure reading if there's time: Twilight Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinokuniya next week, anyone?  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-6976543210223298094?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6976543210223298094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=6976543210223298094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6976543210223298094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6976543210223298094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-2010.html' title='Hi, 2010'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Sz37OamkVXI/AAAAAAAACXs/VPmWUjh119A/s72-c/arpoem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-480109077318510842</id><published>2009-12-31T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:25:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the psp you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the thoughtfulness behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy New Year, to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-480109077318510842?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/480109077318510842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=480109077318510842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/480109077318510842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/480109077318510842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-psp-you-gave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-6733679595036261583</id><published>2009-12-25T12:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:09:39.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realised we've the same type of specs? lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SzREzMHR4rI/AAAAAAAACXk/QX4IdavUNjU/s1600-h/P1090555a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419031897849324210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SzREzMHR4rI/AAAAAAAACXk/QX4IdavUNjU/s400/P1090555a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had a really splendid Christmas Eve with Yisheng and Amos yesterday! Was touched by their invitation to hangout together on this special day as well =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at PS, some sandwich stall. And Sherlock Holmes at the Grand Cathay~! Woot, my virgin visit to the Grand Cathay, awesome indeed!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great show. Witty and intensely packed with action and intelligent humour. Robert Downey has given life to the character and I spotted the Johnny Depp kind of charisma in him. The entertaining dialogue made up for the inadequate mystery. They bicker with the film’s best dialogue, gently, tactfully, but firmly pushing each other’s buttons while never quite convincing each other, or us, that they are gonna be on separate ways. Next to the main detective plot, the “love” between Holmes and Watson was another main catch. Holmes’ jealousy and chagrin toward Watson’s wife-to-be were truly funny. In an odd way. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5/10 (thumbs up!) It's urging me to buy the books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos wanted to “disown” me because I prefer Sherlock Holmes over Avatar. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exciting ride with Amos’ brother, we headed down to East Coast Park to have the long-waited BBQ under the stars, AGAIN~! Weeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos must be really proud of Yisheng and me for being able to start up the fire with just lighter and skewers. Lols. Food was simple but nice, mainly because of the great friends and the superb setting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realised Amos makes another arguable friend of mine, from politics to women rights to random fun-loving (well, he termed them childish) people on the orchard road, he has an opinion in every topic. Haha! But it was fun listening to him. Yisheng’s another joker, kena smacked hard by me for throwing away the half-eaten Christmas present. In front of me some more. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home around 630am in the Christmas morning, feeling more happy than tired. It’s been more than 4 years since Kluang formed. Looking at the 2 old pals of mine, the homely warmth and contented ease remain the same =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry, Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;That’s one of the best I had. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-6733679595036261583?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6733679595036261583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=6733679595036261583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6733679595036261583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6733679595036261583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/12/realised-were-wearing-same-type-of.html' title='Realised we&apos;ve the same type of specs? lol'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SzREzMHR4rI/AAAAAAAACXk/QX4IdavUNjU/s72-c/P1090555a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-3716324068753457690</id><published>2009-12-07T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:11:42.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>木兰情</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;一生情背我往前飞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;记住这天地中的美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;沧海世界 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;一眼成灰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;我想喝家里的井水&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;却吞下生死的滋味&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;就让我敬往事一杯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;对自己说 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;绝不后退&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;带着爷爷姑姑妹妹去戏院看戏,&lt;br /&gt;那种感觉，&lt;br /&gt;接近幸福。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-3716324068753457690?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3716324068753457690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=3716324068753457690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3716324068753457690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3716324068753457690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='木兰情'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-8263752690854830522</id><published>2009-11-30T23:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:38:37.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SxPn0D_Ye-I/AAAAAAAACXE/6o1fT1qe0hI/s1600/large_8272b172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409922459012463586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SxPn0D_Ye-I/AAAAAAAACXE/6o1fT1qe0hI/s400/large_8272b172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today is really really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if I’m in a trance all day long. Indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 450am to send my little boy to camp, reached home at 8am to wake my little girl up for school. Fell dead on the bed and woke up at 1 pm with a shock. Shock at the fact that I slept so much and confused for a moment cos it felt as if I’ve been sleeping just for 5 mins and 5 days, both made sense to me at that instant. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled myself out of bed and tried reading my BM212 text. Jerked at the realization that I’ve not completed the presentation slide for evening’s presentation at Youth Council! $3k leh, no play play. SSA needs the cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt as if I’m the chairperson cum secretary cum treasurer while doing the event summary, CIP element and budget breakdown including market research. Weird enough, I enjoyed being the bao ka liao man today. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my secretary Taige at 8pm at AMK, went ahead with the 15min seed fund pitch at Singapore Youth Council. In the conference room facing a panel of 20 panelists, I felt more at ease than my school presentations. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presentation went well except for one Q&amp;amp;A question on the sustainability of the project. We realised a better answer could be given to secure the fund only after we left HDB Hub! Shucks. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the many smses that Taige sent me after the presentation, a wave of guilt washed over me and I’m scared of the possible negative outcome that we may receive. The responsibility as a Chairperson is indeed heavy. I do not wish to ruin the potential funding because of an inadequately answer I’ve made. But at least, I think I’ve given a truthful enough answer. Albeit not the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for 157, I suddenly realised it’s Toa Payoh! Haha. Where the KOI bubble tea is! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I literally felt engulfed by a sudden surge of nostalgia. As I drew nearer to KOI, images of my roadshow days at TPY flashed back..…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to realised it has been almost 5 months since the Great Eastern roadshow at Toa Payoh. Time really flies huh. And how weirdly it flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so overly tight down by school that I seem to have lost count of time and sensations. But at the same time, a part of me wish to be less aware and more numb. Ignorance is bliss and unawareness is happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to quickly end my last paper and take a really really long break. No more internship in December, no more SSA (though I know it’s impossible), no more academic commitment, no more tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna travel. Out of Singapore, out of the sight of anything and everything that distract me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really really tired. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I listen to Sweet Disposition while typing this on the bus 157 (from one terminal to another terminal), it gives another mesmerizing feeling of being in a trance and surrealism. Weird, isn’t it. I dare not blink, for the moment I close my eyes, the droplets welled up will fall and your face will appear amongst the echo of the song and the watery world filled with unrealness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-8263752690854830522?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/8263752690854830522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=8263752690854830522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8263752690854830522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8263752690854830522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-is-really-really-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SxPn0D_Ye-I/AAAAAAAACXE/6o1fT1qe0hI/s72-c/large_8272b172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-6056989958400629022</id><published>2009-11-27T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:45:46.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The vicious cycle of indifference and lowering expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of getting used to it huh. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-6056989958400629022?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6056989958400629022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=6056989958400629022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6056989958400629022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6056989958400629022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/11/vicious-cycle-of-indifference-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-1164827906439473964</id><published>2009-11-27T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:27:34.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Companionship of Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Sw9OdXK9coI/AAAAAAAACW8/99iNy-XCGc0/s1600/book_art_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408627943838413442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Sw9OdXK9coI/AAAAAAAACW8/99iNy-XCGc0/s400/book_art_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Translation paper yesterday was coincidentally extracted from one of my favourite literature pieces. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Companionship of Books &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;---by Samuel Smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A man may usually be known by the books he reads as well as by the company he keeps; for there is a companionship of books as well as of men; and one should always live in the best company, whether it be of books or of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good book may be among the best friends. It is the same today that is always was, and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of companions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness, amusing and instructing us in youth, and comforting and consoling us in age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men often discover their affinity to each other by the love they have each for a book. The book is a truer and higher bond of union. Men can think, feel and sympathize with each other through their favourite author. They live in him together and he, in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out; for the world of a man’s life is, for the most part, but the world of his thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thus the best books are treasuries of good words, the golden thoughts, which, remembered and cherished, become our constant companions and comforters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Books possess an essence of immorality. They are by far the most lasting products of human effort. Temples and statues decay, but books survive. Time is of no account with great thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which are as fresh today as when they first passed thought their author’s minds, ages ago. What was then said and thought still speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page. The only effect of time has been to sift out the bad products; for nothing in literature can long survive but what is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books introduce us into the best society, they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever live.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We hear what they said and did; we see them as if they were really alive; we sympathize with them, enjoy with them, grieve with them; their experience become ours, and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-1164827906439473964?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1164827906439473964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=1164827906439473964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1164827906439473964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1164827906439473964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/11/companionship-of-books.html' title='Companionship of Books'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Sw9OdXK9coI/AAAAAAAACW8/99iNy-XCGc0/s72-c/book_art_014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-6745391163691985603</id><published>2009-11-19T14:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:40:47.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genes R Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405705156218780754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SwTsMuzq_FI/AAAAAAAACWU/aGS9WGwR3Hk/s400/Matthias_Jacob_Schleiden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Schleiden was one in the long parade of weird science personalities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he started out with a failed career in law, tried to commit suicide, resulting in a bullet lodging in his brain (lol how amazing was that!), became a doctor, and failing at that, switched to botany, at which he was successful (finally!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found a good partner in Schwann, who after hearing about the existence of cell nuclei in plants from Schleiden, checked for their existence in animal tissues, and indeed found them. It had not been obvious that animals and plants both are in a similar way composed of tissues which are made up of cells. After that, he wrote a treatise, supposedly without crediting anyone but himself, about the cell theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405705167642338738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SwTsNZXQpbI/AAAAAAAACWk/KkGoBN8MUTs/s400/Picture2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we can laugh at the foolishness and ignorance of the old, but we cannot be ungrateful of their inquisitive minds and extraordinary expeditions in the scientific world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405705159836056082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SwTsM8SGOhI/AAAAAAAACWc/U_cBXXiYAiQ/s400/Picture1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. That was a cute one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405707518319603330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SwTuWOUZLoI/AAAAAAAACWs/39HXV3Yn-9A/s400/Picture3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reap on what he sowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405712256567061506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SwTyqBqnrAI/AAAAAAAACW0/SORlT2riKDw/s400/Picture4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A monk talking about family planning... haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-6745391163691985603?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6745391163691985603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=6745391163691985603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6745391163691985603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6745391163691985603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/11/genes-r-us.html' title='Genes R Us'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SwTsMuzq_FI/AAAAAAAACWU/aGS9WGwR3Hk/s72-c/Matthias_Jacob_Schleiden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-4812155745126692915</id><published>2009-11-18T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:46:33.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SwPPfdzMLEI/AAAAAAAACWM/rEC1WXvEUpA/s1600/50days-of-summer-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405392117256956994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SwPPfdzMLEI/AAAAAAAACWM/rEC1WXvEUpA/s320/50days-of-summer-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was surprising nice. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-4812155745126692915?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4812155745126692915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=4812155745126692915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4812155745126692915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4812155745126692915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-was-surprising-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SwPPfdzMLEI/AAAAAAAACWM/rEC1WXvEUpA/s72-c/50days-of-summer-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-492905246816959468</id><published>2009-11-08T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:59:26.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful quote =)</title><content type='html'>"They took away what should have been my eyes, but I remembered Milton's Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took away what should have been my ears, but Beethoven came and wiped away my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took away what should have been my tongue, but I had talked with God when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would not let them take away my soul -- Possessing that, I still possess the whole"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Helen Adams Keller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-492905246816959468?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/492905246816959468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=492905246816959468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/492905246816959468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/492905246816959468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/11/wonderful-quote.html' title='Wonderful quote =)'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-6747412195551536984</id><published>2009-10-17T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:27:55.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Not Found~!</title><content type='html'>I spent the entire morning searching for my favourite belt, black rubber belt with a nostalgic golden rose buckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't trace a single sign of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire night searching for my precious thumb-drive, with a lovely Kiki &amp;amp; Lala keychain attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to put it safely in my little pouch wherever i go. Just once, I took it out recently without placing it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poof! It's nowhere to be seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH~!!!! Why am I such a wool head~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they're stil within the perimeter of my room.... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-6747412195551536984?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6747412195551536984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=6747412195551536984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6747412195551536984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6747412195551536984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-and-not-found.html' title='Lost and Not Found~!'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-2271094846348495267</id><published>2009-10-16T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:59:48.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/StiKUnOR0LI/AAAAAAAACWE/B89trIxJnpc/s1600-h/large_gvJi_17238b206098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393212640507056306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/StiKUnOR0LI/AAAAAAAACWE/B89trIxJnpc/s320/large_gvJi_17238b206098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/StiGU_qDG8I/AAAAAAAACV8/hay9JVRtpgw/s1600-h/large_gvJi_17238b206098.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised I’m pretty good at disguising my feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the extent that I can even fool myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the extent that I want to rip apart the facade that I’ve armored myself with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not touch it,&lt;br /&gt;I dare not confront it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite envious at the way my sister could freely express all her feelings, even though it could be really rude and childish. Largely due to the different environment and ways we are being brought up by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-2271094846348495267?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2271094846348495267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2271094846348495267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2271094846348495267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2271094846348495267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-realised-im-pretty-good-at-disguising.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/StiKUnOR0LI/AAAAAAAACWE/B89trIxJnpc/s72-c/large_gvJi_17238b206098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-8252938262297553980</id><published>2009-09-20T14:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:52:52.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fastest Way to Kill Yourself</title><content type='html'>The fastest way to kill yourself = live your life like Christina Gao Fangda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziest week of my life has finally come to an end!!! A quick glimpse back brings some resonance of horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 project meetings, 2 assignments, 2 major events (Ministerial Forum and SSA Welcome Tea), 1 presentation, research method proposal, Post-It branding competition. ALL IN A SINGLE PATHETIC WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an unproductive day and a sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-went back to NTU to chiong translation assignment,&lt;br /&gt;-MF deployment plan&lt;br /&gt;-Post-it research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god Michael was there with me to lend that listening ear, comforting shoulder and helpful hand. I owe this emergency movie partner, personal assistant, emotional dustbin and extended member of the SSA way too much man. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ministerial Forum rehearsal,&lt;br /&gt;-Research Method project meeting,&lt;br /&gt;-Consumer Behaviour project meeting,&lt;br /&gt;-Ministerial Forum rehearsal,&lt;br /&gt;-presentation script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Consumer Behaviour project presentation (WE GOT FULL MARKS FOR THIS! WOOT. The only pleasant thing in the week)&lt;br /&gt;-Ministerial Forum!! (whoa I shook hand with and spoke to PM Lee!)&lt;br /&gt;- was rushing translation Assignment like mad while trying hard to keep my eyes opened, and yet missed the deadline by 1 min. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;-got back home at 130am, while removing the cufflink, I fell asleep in a sitting position! With formal wear, makeup unremoved and unbathed!! O__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-woke up in a horror.&lt;br /&gt;-rush for Post-it project meeting&lt;br /&gt;-realised that I forgot about the last professional phototaking session!&lt;br /&gt;-Rushed back home to change and makeup and rushed back to school&lt;br /&gt;-research method project&lt;br /&gt;-post it proposal&lt;br /&gt;-caught the last bus home, concussed on bed with makeup unremoved and unbathed, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Post-it project meeting&lt;br /&gt;-lesson&lt;br /&gt;-Post-it all the way till 11pm&lt;br /&gt;-Camped in Canteen A all the way till 630am, and yet left AB214 assignment and AB213 assigned task incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rushed back home to bathe and change&lt;br /&gt;-rushed back school to catch my back-to-back lesson from 830am to 430pm&lt;br /&gt;-slept for 2 hours after got home&lt;br /&gt;-woke up and searched for SSA Welcome tea ribbons and photographers&lt;br /&gt;-work on Welcome Tea speech and ppt slides till 430am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-woke up at 6am&lt;br /&gt;-rush out the speech and slides&lt;br /&gt;-print event booklet&lt;br /&gt;-buy ribbon&lt;br /&gt;-and Finally, the Welcome Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at Sunday, 130am and unsurprisingly, concussed on bed with makeup unremoved and unbathed, ONCE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to sleep for less than a total of 24 hours in a week, to eat less than 2 meals a day, to lost 5 kg at one shot, to be bombarded with calls, smses and emails all day long, to be on super high tension, enormous stress level and not a single trace of happiness and cheerfulness 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels crazy. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already been down for 3 weeks, and what a total blow on the 4th. I wonder how long more can I endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough, alright?&lt;br /&gt;Enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-8252938262297553980?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/8252938262297553980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=8252938262297553980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8252938262297553980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8252938262297553980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/09/fastest-way-to-kill-yourself.html' title='The Fastest Way to Kill Yourself'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-4679667007579958996</id><published>2009-09-05T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:58:51.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched the Proposal last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rare of me to spend money on chick flicks with no action nor intellectual content. haha but i was so desperately in need of some laughter and humour in my life that i had to turn to that. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite a funny show, though i'd prefer Night at the Museum 2. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a part when Sandra Bullock was dancing like a lunatic, i laughed until my tears flowed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and subsequently i just continued crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm really turning mad. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-4679667007579958996?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4679667007579958996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=4679667007579958996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4679667007579958996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4679667007579958996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/09/watched-proposal-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-2698307513370397302</id><published>2009-09-04T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:39:50.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Down down down, been feeling really down lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the saying is true, you'll see who your true friends are during moments of crisis and hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I've friends who are non-dependable, even those whom I;ve categorised as close ones. But I do have some really good ones that have always been by my side. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once saw this somewhere: "The best kind of friends are the ones whom you sit beside with, speak of nothing and walk away after a while, yet feeling that's the best conversation you've ever had."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Huiqin for hearing me out as and when I'm in need of a listening ear, no matter how late it is and no matter how long-winded I go. 14 years of friendship is not just a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Peiwen for the effort to fork out common slots to meet up and eat together despite the disparity in our timetables, as well as all the enjoyable chit-chat sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Michael (Ng) for accompanying me over the past 2 fridays for movies. Though I always complain you being late, I'm touched by the fact that you rushed down all the way from Tekong with all your barang barangs and to catch shows that you dint even get to choose. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the peeps whom I know I can just pick up the phone without worrying that I may disturb them, pull them out without a second thought, pour all my heart out without bothering that the topics may be of ultimate boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-2698307513370397302?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2698307513370397302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2698307513370397302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2698307513370397302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2698307513370397302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/09/down-down-down-been-feeling-really-down.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-5969783041079215105</id><published>2009-08-31T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:40:46.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've breached my trust and faith.</title><content type='html'>I feel like a total idiot right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying my best to help this new friend of mine out recently, at least i think I've done what I can do within my ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To listen to her problems and complaints; to personally look for her making sure that she takes regular and healthy meals or to simply check her out; to accompany her when she was facing relationship hiccups, to search up and down for ways and means that may be of use to her in aiding her financial and medical situations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not usual of me to stay so close to a rather negative influence- someone who has been asking me to club and drink, someone who has been wanting to influence me to be a homosexual, someone who has been trying to twist my perception towards many blissful things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s alright with me as long as I stand firm with my own values and principles. But it’s not alright when I’ve been taken for granted so evidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are your replies to my greeting smses and msn prompts? And where did my miss calls end up at? My dear, I seldom sms and call people out of my own initiative and I do not enjoy waiting for replies endlessly. And the very first time that you took the initiative to say hello to me on msn was when you threw a sudden bomb like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hey dear, im jobless and cashless now, can you transfer me some money?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I cared to ask about your situation, you smoked me through by saying your ego does not permit you to reveal too much about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should just be contented with being your emergency ATM machine without asking anything? It that what you call a “good friend”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend, I’ve shown you the way, numerous times, each with specific directions and procedures. All you needed to do was to kick start with something (anything at all!) rather than being convinced but yet chose to rot your life away and then after a while coming to me and complaining and whining and asking for help again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend, you tested me to the limit yesterday. When I agreed to help you out again this time with just 2 simple requests that you shall not use the money to spend on cigarettes and that make sure you take good care of your health, where was your reply? Or even a tiny sign of gratitude? Not at all? Am I just a disposable “emergency-call” kinda friend whom you can endlessly exploit and then leave aside after gotten what you intended from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend, I decided to give you, or rather this friendship, another chance just now, before I went to the ATM to make the transfer. I called you to show concern, but soon found out that you were hanging out with your usual group of friends with a noisy background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, it’s quite urgent, I’ve only 5 bucks left and I need cash asap.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so matter-of-factly, why is there no trace of regret or a mentality to lead a better life, and why are there so many complaints about earning “peanuts” from your previous job when you’ve not even found a replacement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you have in your stake to allow you to pick on and quit your previous job when you have no savings and backup plans at all? Simply to stretch your hand and wait for free cash to flow into your account?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disappointment was not entirely in you, nor the fact that I was being taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more disappointed with myself. For I failed to touch your heart and show you a better world, for I failed to deliver an effective helping hand, for I failed to change you for the better, even for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. That's all I can do, and no more. I'm not gonna try anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care pal, and please stay out of my life from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-5969783041079215105?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5969783041079215105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=5969783041079215105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5969783041079215105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5969783041079215105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/youve-breached-my-trust-and-faith.html' title='You&apos;ve breached my trust and faith.'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-5847230883247797331</id><published>2009-08-29T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:30:59.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Don't think so much already, it shouldn't be so hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't be so hard. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-5847230883247797331?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5847230883247797331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=5847230883247797331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5847230883247797331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5847230883247797331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-think-so-much-already-it-shouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-1431457832410600821</id><published>2009-08-29T11:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:26:38.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Lecture xD</title><content type='html'>Had BM212 (Comsumer Behaviour) yesterday. Darn Cool~! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lecturer was talking about Consumer Perception and Senses in the aspect of Marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colour perception, volume perception, etc etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The highlight of the entire must be that of Subliminal Advertising. Haha I wonder if sometimes people think too much. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375224015106341986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpihwziP_GI/AAAAAAAACVM/24EBD2gtLks/s400/camel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The old Camel Cigarette packaging before it was being recalled... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's wrong with that??!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prof Chung was asking us, "do you see a man? Do you see the sideview of a sexually aroused man with a pointed nose?? " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLS we were like, WHATTTTT????!!!! WHERE???? o____O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375232832228615474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpipyB4A5TI/AAAAAAAACVU/XAKVnSL4lg0/s400/jsodija.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.... lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the most most ridiculous one of all :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375222315543703506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpigN4K8L9I/AAAAAAAACU8/Vfhb-GTksYY/s400/3350796878_3cee90cfd4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bet no one with the right mind would think this Coca Cola vending machine is suggestive!! haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's so subliminal and suggestive with this ?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's claimed to portray a naked backview of a lady........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375232846367489954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Spipy2i-_6I/AAAAAAAACVk/RYhO_9d_ynY/s400/subliminal2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm. Like that also can??? hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas this is the most obvious of all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375232836724728082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpipySn-IRI/AAAAAAAACVc/QYSXaoTNXJg/s400/coca-cola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant find the posters of the rest of the subliminal ads. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second part of the lecture was about Perceptual Deception, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Kanizsa Square. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375236555173486898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpitKu7PYTI/AAAAAAAACV0/DTVZHrAmmAI/s400/kanizsa+square.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kibami. The center of each lattice appears to be yellowish, though the background is homogeneously white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375236550272072866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpitKcqpvKI/AAAAAAAACVs/xxNFKA-kSso/s400/kibami2s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe it or not, the what you see below is a flat painting! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375222306521722418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpigNWj7rjI/AAAAAAAACU0/Y4dR6_C2YIE/s400/cafe-580x382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most interestingly, the intriguing drawing of M.C. Escher!!! We all went "WOW"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurits Cornelis Escher (17 June 1898 – 27 March 1972) was a Dutch-Frisian graphic artist with little knowledge and academic achievement. He was well-known for his often mathematically inspired woodcuts, lithographs and mezzotints that featured impossible constructions and explorations of infinity, architecture and tessellations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love his works! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpifrUsAhJI/AAAAAAAACUs/Wdu_YXXAaw4/s1600-h/693px-DrawingHands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375221721903170706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpifrUsAhJI/AAAAAAAACUs/Wdu_YXXAaw4/s400/693px-DrawingHands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The famous Drawing Hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Spifq_hNXiI/AAAAAAAACUk/C8zRBLuj5CE/s1600-h/BOND%2520OF%2520UNION-final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375221716220730914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Spifq_hNXiI/AAAAAAAACUk/C8zRBLuj5CE/s400/BOND%2520OF%2520UNION-final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bond Union&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Spifqms2F_I/AAAAAAAACUc/E932kgayIC0/s1600-h/Escher%2527s_Relativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375221709558650866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Spifqms2F_I/AAAAAAAACUc/E932kgayIC0/s400/Escher%2527s_Relativity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a playful and puzzling use of space and dimension!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the 2 men at the top of the drawing, one's going up the stairs while the other is coming down? Though they're situated almost next to one another, they'll never meet each other in the same dimension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So near and yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpifqLKFLrI/AAAAAAAACUU/eEyKueEIMt4/s1600-h/Escher_Waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375221702165081778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpifqLKFLrI/AAAAAAAACUU/eEyKueEIMt4/s400/Escher_Waterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is the best of the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first sight, this drawing seems perfectly normal. But a closer look reveals the ingenuity of the masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The water seems as if it's falling from above, however tracing back the source of the water one would realised that the water is actually flowing on a flat level!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those pillars in the middle, are they really supporting something or anything at all?? =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about those plants at the bottom right corner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surrealism. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-1431457832410600821?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1431457832410600821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=1431457832410600821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1431457832410600821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1431457832410600821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-lecture-xd.html' title='Interesting Lecture xD'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpihwziP_GI/AAAAAAAACVM/24EBD2gtLks/s72-c/camel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-5566422599406988335</id><published>2009-08-27T16:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:35:35.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Cheery and Shu are 2 of my fave photographers. And these 2 lovebirds are now blissfully married~!!!! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel their overwhelming happiness from Cherry's blog pics, so intense that it has taken a tengible shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cherry838130.blogcn.com/index.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://cherry838130.blogcn.com/index.shtml&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have the prettiest set of wedding photos I've ever seen in my life, so lovely, so beautiful, so fairytale-liked, yet so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374564651536343298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZKEy0x4QI/AAAAAAAACTs/3rdJEBtrVaM/s400/qql8khnn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374564650041783922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZKEtQctnI/AAAAAAAACTk/_v-kA2torjw/s400/cr0ypfgc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"我们认同对方是世间珍贵稀少的人，所以为彼此付出代价，这种代价是忍耐、牺牲、原谅、退让、成全，以此让婚姻完整，同全，绵延流展。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJuMoj0HI/AAAAAAAACTU/5lF4AcDw1rs/s1600-h/g1ekx1t6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374564263327420530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJuMoj0HI/AAAAAAAACTU/5lF4AcDw1rs/s400/g1ekx1t6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374564266772480034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJuZd7QCI/AAAAAAAACTc/MHoZEN70t9Q/s400/m1anfd2s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;海边被人遗忘的木船，摇摇晃晃，承载着满心的依恋与向往。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJtrwXAuI/AAAAAAAACTM/t_0CGfRmgBA/s1600-h/2jbdu4oj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374564254501765858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJtrwXAuI/AAAAAAAACTM/t_0CGfRmgBA/s400/2jbdu4oj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我们多么幸运，爱着一个人，并且为之所爱”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;世间最最幸福的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJteUSn8I/AAAAAAAACTE/35ZN0Iond48/s1600-h/c7acjkxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374564250894376898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJteUSn8I/AAAAAAAACTE/35ZN0Iond48/s400/c7acjkxx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;少了你，一颗心无法完整。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJFLhvYsI/AAAAAAAACS0/TS8UWE10FPg/s1600-h/lzscgz3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374563558655746754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJFLhvYsI/AAAAAAAACS0/TS8UWE10FPg/s400/lzscgz3d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;夕阳西下，我们不想回家。 ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJEmd8hxI/AAAAAAAACSs/NNBhYu7X9G4/s1600-h/fvw9qmhn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374563548707718930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJEmd8hxI/AAAAAAAACSs/NNBhYu7X9G4/s400/fvw9qmhn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;大脚丫，小脚丫，嘻嘻哈哈追逐着浪花。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJEW1kgCI/AAAAAAAACSk/hpXuynw87ew/s1600-h/dlj7h2ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374563544511840290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJEW1kgCI/AAAAAAAACSk/hpXuynw87ew/s400/dlj7h2ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJDyHWHLI/AAAAAAAACSc/MXJFWcPo4AQ/s1600-h/6c54zy8c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374563534654282930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJDyHWHLI/AAAAAAAACSc/MXJFWcPo4AQ/s400/6c54zy8c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJDV8-MFI/AAAAAAAACSU/g9juwXMkFsA/s1600-h/3n1o8k7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374563527094579282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZJDV8-MFI/AAAAAAAACSU/g9juwXMkFsA/s400/3n1o8k7o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;白云也好，星星也罢，我们的天空无限大。x) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZIEB5kwNI/AAAAAAAACSM/zziZb3atrO4/s1600-h/wg1bhve6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374562439379861714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZIEB5kwNI/AAAAAAAACSM/zziZb3atrO4/s400/wg1bhve6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZIDhBhBlI/AAAAAAAACSE/TrkYxp4W33Y/s1600-h/qs4c4nr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374562430554801746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZIDhBhBlI/AAAAAAAACSE/TrkYxp4W33Y/s400/qs4c4nr6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;荡着秋千，我们回味那懵懵懂懂的童年；&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;无论今天、明天， 无论天上、人间，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;只要有你在我身边。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZIDFwv0aI/AAAAAAAACR8/fDxbj3c3ht4/s1600-h/fleflbgi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374562423236710818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZIDFwv0aI/AAAAAAAACR8/fDxbj3c3ht4/s400/fleflbgi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZICkfRo0I/AAAAAAAACR0/6umnfO3vlU4/s1600-h/ajqey7kz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374562414305059650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZICkfRo0I/AAAAAAAACR0/6umnfO3vlU4/s400/ajqey7kz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374562412587509314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZICeFx5kI/AAAAAAAACRs/O4itpPXzXO4/s400/3b62ruje.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;闭上双眼，牵着你的手，我知道这路途的彼端名叫天堂。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-5566422599406988335?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5566422599406988335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=5566422599406988335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5566422599406988335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5566422599406988335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SpZKEy0x4QI/AAAAAAAACTs/3rdJEBtrVaM/s72-c/qql8khnn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-3813406329648144291</id><published>2009-08-26T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:43:58.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POST IT~!</title><content type='html'>Shi Qing, Peiwen and I just signed up for the 3M Post It Brand Marketing competition~! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition briefing today was really really interesting! We were amazed by the innoative and ultra creative Post It marketing campaigns and strategies. Woot. 3 cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out some of the stuff those genius have done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1rZqw5bXb4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1rZqw5bXb4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TsKghhQ41FM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TsKghhQ41FM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/5098420745240373020-3813406329648144291?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3813406329648144291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=3813406329648144291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3813406329648144291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3813406329648144291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-it.html' title='POST IT~!'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-5663023926846071905</id><published>2009-08-13T03:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:38:23.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369157207121052194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SoMUCGmtwiI/AAAAAAAACRE/8VWQp2fZYrE/s400/MPW-39869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pixar did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall-E was great, but with each new release, Pixar manages to best itself even when it seems doing so would be an impossibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP is one of the best movies that I've watched this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only cartoon movie that earned my tears, thrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369157567035733218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SoMUXDZD9OI/AAAAAAAACRU/gUy3Oddh84M/s400/5640366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SoMUX4hmjgI/AAAAAAAACRk/a_Rpmpsv5vQ/s1600-h/5640358.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first 20 minutes of the show was perhaps the best. Love the muted way they directed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl &amp;amp; Ellie, probably the best kinda couple on earth x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369157561663393922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SoMUWvYMkII/AAAAAAAACRM/JZiL7yE6vjo/s400/picture2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sets us questioning our unfulfilled dreams and the time that we've idled away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie the doer, Carl the day-dreamer; and it was love (and mishaps) that urged Carl to pick himself up and chase after their common dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cliche and predictable one may think, but.... haha i just love it. x) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the simplicity that touched my heart and soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certainly there are scenes that make no sense at all, but why bother so much when the movie has already brought you into a wondrous world filled with.... helium balloons and floating house!!! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 stars. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-5663023926846071905?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5663023926846071905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=5663023926846071905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5663023926846071905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5663023926846071905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/up.html' title='Up!'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SoMUCGmtwiI/AAAAAAAACRE/8VWQp2fZYrE/s72-c/MPW-39869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-4693523376447979168</id><published>2009-08-10T16:55:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:49:55.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A closer look at Love through the children's eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Sn_lTtIGH2I/AAAAAAAACQ8/ZYSttyDsJTo/s1600-h/n693619355_211121_9708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368261407542746978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Sn_lTtIGH2I/AAAAAAAACQ8/ZYSttyDsJTo/s400/n693619355_211121_9708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually I'll delete all those chain emails without opening, but this one that Shi Qing forwarded to me simply made me tear so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it love it. I'm Loving it~! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;What does 'Love' mean? A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, 'What does 'love' mean?' The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what you think: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.' (my personal favourite)&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'&lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.' (so cute~!)&lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.'&lt;br /&gt;Chrissie - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.' x) x)&lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when my mummy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.'&lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mummy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss'&lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.'&lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,'&lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikkas on this planet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.'&lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.'&lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.'&lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My mummy loves me more than anybody You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'&lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when Mummy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.'&lt;br /&gt;Elaine-age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when Mummy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.'&lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day' (awwww...)&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.' (hahahha! super cute!!! =D)&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.'&lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when Mummy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.'&lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.'&lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final one –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.&lt;br /&gt;When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said, 'Nothing, I just helped him cry'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is, wanting the best for someone, giving the best to someone, and sharing the best with someone; unconditionally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet feeling that you're the happiest person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina - age 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-4693523376447979168?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4693523376447979168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=4693523376447979168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4693523376447979168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4693523376447979168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/08/closer-look-at-love-through-childrens.html' title='A closer look at Love through the children&apos;s eyes'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Sn_lTtIGH2I/AAAAAAAACQ8/ZYSttyDsJTo/s72-c/n693619355_211121_9708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-2743286403581691514</id><published>2009-07-26T02:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:38:20.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is really cool~! x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to "dancing guy" Mattharding, "14 months in the making, 42 countries, and a cast of thousands. Thanks to everyone who danced with me." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wooolala~! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm gonna embark on my journey to leave my footprints all around the world too!! With that oh-so-special someone in the future~! Weee~~~ That will be really cool x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;作家尤今曾经在她的自传里写道:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我们结了婚之后，他指着挂在墙上的那张世界地图，对我说道：“地球上，任何国家，不论在天涯、在海角，只要你想去，我就会一同陪你去。”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweet huh =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“ 每一个人降生于世，其实就是一项单程的‘地球之旅’，既然只能来一次，当然必须充分地利用这个可贵的机会，将我们所寄居的星球好好地看一遍，游一遍。。。” -- 尤今&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stream of Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grassand breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-2743286403581691514?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2743286403581691514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2743286403581691514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2743286403581691514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2743286403581691514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-really-cool-x.html' title='This is really cool~! x)'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-1407127101637232673</id><published>2009-07-22T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:27:18.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SmicvrQLyzI/AAAAAAAACQ0/A3Fh1gJNM0o/s1600-h/2283676770_6b53f8b77f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361707699262966578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SmicvrQLyzI/AAAAAAAACQ0/A3Fh1gJNM0o/s400/2283676770_6b53f8b77f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A multitude of thoughts are running through my mind and I just couldn’t pen all of them down over here, although I would very much want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 months have been one of the most hectic and packed periods in my entire 21 years. Those days passed so quickly that I felt my existence no more. I had not much time to do things which I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I felt awfully blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it was this long holiday that I got to test and train my mental as well as physical resilience;&lt;br /&gt;for it was this long holiday that I got to learn and hone my soft-skills;&lt;br /&gt;for it was this long holiday that I got to know and befriend with so many interesting and great people;&lt;br /&gt;for it was this long holiday that I got to understand the importance and be appreciative towards many things/people. For instance, Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this irreconcilable issue with Time: wanting more from it while it intends to skate past and leaving behind as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Horrible time management is something which I must admit. The lack of discipline and sense of urgency erode my days away like Hydrochloride Acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I was tasked with an overwhelming amount of workload and commitment, and when things were chasing after me like a tsunami, I had no choice but to roll up my sleeves and “just whack. Whack whack whack.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I thought I would no longer keep my eyes opened and my mind alert, I could somehow squeeze a little bit more of energy out of my body.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I thought I would easily fall sick the following day, I could somehow be almighty again after a pathetic few hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I thought I would never complete my tasks within the time limit, I could somehow see myself touching the deadline at its tail’s end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it felt good to be chasing after Time. Race it, beat it. I will never want to idle and “nua” my life away and age in regret. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I realised it’s a habit of the mind that we tend to let time slip past us without feeling very wrong about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the only way to quit a habit is to develop another habit. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-1407127101637232673?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1407127101637232673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=1407127101637232673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1407127101637232673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1407127101637232673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/07/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SmicvrQLyzI/AAAAAAAACQ0/A3Fh1gJNM0o/s72-c/2283676770_6b53f8b77f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-1872840944870347803</id><published>2009-07-16T17:36:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:22:17.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww... &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vTAW8KkPH9k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vTAW8KkPH9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoon Ji Hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best of the best kind of guy that any girl could ever dream of. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1AbGvAf5ds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1AbGvAf5ds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will play the guitar, the piano and the VIOLIN for you when you're down;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He will cook for you when your tummy is empty;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He will piggyback you when your heels meet a mishap;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He will wipe your tears gently away when they stream down your cheeks;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He will spend his time with you without you even asking for it;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He will remember all the things you said, no matter how trivial they seem to be;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He will always find you, no matter where have you gone to;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He will bring you around the world, north south east west; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He will shower you with his unconditional love, gently sweetly, tenderly, quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQHDaiYGzI4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQHDaiYGzI4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3Rqu_NgQ5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3Rqu_NgQ5U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-1872840944870347803?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1872840944870347803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=1872840944870347803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1872840944870347803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1872840944870347803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/07/awwwww-3.html' title='Aww... &lt;3'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-2534155218831992353</id><published>2009-07-16T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:36:30.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Success is not about how hard you punch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's about how hard you were being punched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and how quickly you pick yourself up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-2534155218831992353?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2534155218831992353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2534155218831992353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2534155218831992353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2534155218831992353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/07/success-is-not-about-how-hard-you-punch.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-2032975156500470482</id><published>2009-07-08T01:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:25:41.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the West</title><content type='html'>Went NTU and Science Centre with Mortal on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were too late for the Da Vinci Exhibition, we spent some time taking a closer look at the Science Centre instead. Felt like a tourist. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355799972433501490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlOfstzyHTI/AAAAAAAACQk/S8_BbeAm9q8/s400/P1080210a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roarrrrrr~! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355797373244030130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlOdVbEuPLI/AAAAAAAACQc/J-hiDKFiP-E/s400/P1080212a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how a tornado is formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlOdUzIVOcI/AAAAAAAACQM/9lXxKCDcPSg/s1600-h/P1080219a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355797362521749954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlOdUzIVOcI/AAAAAAAACQM/9lXxKCDcPSg/s400/P1080219a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Hi to Ronald MacDonald~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*like a total retard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlOdUkwCgwI/AAAAAAAACQE/jBGb25TgLCw/s1600-h/P1080221a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355797358661763842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlOdUkwCgwI/AAAAAAAACQE/jBGb25TgLCw/s400/P1080221a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo~ Finally, the legendary Astronaut Ice-cream recommended by Huifoon!!!! x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tasted more like marshmallo to me though.. Very oishi indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven showed its affection to Angel and Mortal by bestowing them a free shower. hahaha all wet! But that was quite hilarious. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlOdUddBv8I/AAAAAAAACP8/e3UnuNqrE_I/s1600-h/P1080226a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355797356702973890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlOdUddBv8I/AAAAAAAACP8/e3UnuNqrE_I/s400/P1080226a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlObgtajoVI/AAAAAAAACP0/_x5NJdnLu7U/s1600-h/P1080228a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355795368122753362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlObgtajoVI/AAAAAAAACP0/_x5NJdnLu7U/s400/P1080228a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlObgFuV7uI/AAAAAAAACPs/6IO6TVnR_N0/s1600-h/P1080229a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355795357468323554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlObgFuV7uI/AAAAAAAACPs/6IO6TVnR_N0/s400/P1080229a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlObf0I_JLI/AAAAAAAACPk/UAWSiGIYrlw/s1600-h/P1080254a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355795352748238002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlObf0I_JLI/AAAAAAAACPk/UAWSiGIYrlw/s400/P1080254a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing chinese chess in JE library where someone was supposed to STUDY. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlObfqkIwXI/AAAAAAAACPc/IxX_kXgeMr0/s1600-h/P1080255a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355795350177759602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlObfqkIwXI/AAAAAAAACPc/IxX_kXgeMr0/s400/P1080255a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortal's dying. muahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlObfMPQ9DI/AAAAAAAACPU/pZEem8pvV2Y/s1600-h/P1080256a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355795342037152818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlObfMPQ9DI/AAAAAAAACPU/pZEem8pvV2Y/s400/P1080256a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah shame on me man. How could i lose to him??!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to winnnnnn!!!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arrrrrrrh. &gt;_&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-2032975156500470482?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2032975156500470482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2032975156500470482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2032975156500470482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2032975156500470482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/07/journey-to-west.html' title='Journey to the West'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SlOfstzyHTI/AAAAAAAACQk/S8_BbeAm9q8/s72-c/P1080210a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-2408804682752698620</id><published>2009-06-26T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:08:50.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm such a noob at judging people. Especially guys. And clients. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather keep that faith in the good nature of mankind. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-2408804682752698620?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2408804682752698620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2408804682752698620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2408804682752698620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2408804682752698620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-such-noob-at-judging-people.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-4257934915391377165</id><published>2009-06-24T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:06:33.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Joyful, Always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SkHq4W6BV3I/AAAAAAAACOk/DyfadaxFEeI/s1600-h/n714010477_3585712_236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350816086235371378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SkHq4W6BV3I/AAAAAAAACOk/DyfadaxFEeI/s400/n714010477_3585712_236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness is self-defined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-4257934915391377165?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4257934915391377165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=4257934915391377165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4257934915391377165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4257934915391377165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-joyful-always.html' title='Be Joyful, Always.'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SkHq4W6BV3I/AAAAAAAACOk/DyfadaxFEeI/s72-c/n714010477_3585712_236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-5544288344512294950</id><published>2009-05-08T10:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:29:53.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>喜欢的作者，喜欢的书。与慧芬分享。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SgOWW-7JyLI/AAAAAAAACN0/pQjGDCDvvO0/s1600-h/P1070928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333271705329191090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SgOWW-7JyLI/AAAAAAAACN0/pQjGDCDvvO0/s400/P1070928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“每个人都有一个一直守护着他的天使。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个天使如果觉得你的生活太过悲哀，你的心情太过难过，&lt;br /&gt;那么他就会化身成你身边的某一个人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许是你的朋友，也许是你的恋人，也许是你的父母，&lt;br /&gt;也许是你仅仅见过一面的陌生人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这些人安静地出现在你的生命里，&lt;br /&gt;陪你度过一小段快乐的时光，然后再不动声色地离开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是你的人生就有了幸福的回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使你以后的道路上布满了风雪，&lt;br /&gt;一想起曾经幸福的事，&lt;br /&gt;就可以依然勇敢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，那些默默离开我的的人，&lt;br /&gt;其实都是天使回归了天国。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;比如那些离开的朋友，&lt;br /&gt;那些曾经给过你帮助的陌生人，&lt;br /&gt;那些曾经爱过最后分开的人，&lt;br /&gt;曾经讲过一个很好听的笑话逗你开心的同学，&lt;br /&gt;曾经唱过一首很好听的歌给你听的歌手，&lt;br /&gt;写过一本好书的作家，&lt;br /&gt;他们都是善良的天使。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许有段时间你会对他们的消失而感到伤心或失落，&lt;br /&gt;会四处寻找，想要知道他们去了哪里，&lt;br /&gt;到了什么国度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是到了最后，你都会相信，&lt;br /&gt;他们在这个世界的某一个角落，&lt;br /&gt;安静而满足地生活着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是曾经的那些伤心与失落都将不复存在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间是最伟大的治愈师。”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;《1995-2005 夏至未至》 -郭敬明&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-5544288344512294950?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5544288344512294950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=5544288344512294950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5544288344512294950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5544288344512294950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='喜欢的作者，喜欢的书。与慧芬分享。'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SgOWW-7JyLI/AAAAAAAACN0/pQjGDCDvvO0/s72-c/P1070928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-1538888700859439177</id><published>2009-05-08T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:48:53.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omnia vincit Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SgOMnpYbK-I/AAAAAAAACNk/GbP8Ezl9iZM/s1600-h/P1070907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333260996487883746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SgOMnpYbK-I/AAAAAAAACNk/GbP8Ezl9iZM/s400/P1070907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wonderful Thursday with a wonderful friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the ambiance, the drink, the talk, the dress code (haha!), and most of all, the lovely lady sitting opposite me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a cute little dairy at Marina Square and made 2 new friends (one of them is really cool)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's an extract from the pages:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果我有两颗幸运草，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我会把一颗送给你。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果我有四颗幸运草，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我会把两颗送给你。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;如果我有三颗幸运草，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我会拉着你的手，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我们一起继续找。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Huifoon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omnia vincit Amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333263674145299714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SgOPDgbs3QI/AAAAAAAACNs/ISSbTPvY9xw/s400/P1070929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-1538888700859439177?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1538888700859439177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=1538888700859439177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1538888700859439177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1538888700859439177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/05/omnia-vincit-amor.html' title='Omnia vincit Amor'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SgOMnpYbK-I/AAAAAAAACNk/GbP8Ezl9iZM/s72-c/P1070907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-5268789671765192919</id><published>2009-04-29T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:01:59.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MI8koEcOBh0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MI8koEcOBh0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here’s another great piece by Jon Schmidt, All of Me. Performed by Mario Arias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a reason for the name to be All of Me, according to Jon Schmidt, “you’ve probably never played a song like this before. It will have you playing with your forearms, for one thing. That’s one reason it’s called ‘All of Me’ ”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool des neh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out how to get your forearms involved at 2:10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the PDF score sheet he provided, there was a funny line:&lt;br /&gt;Level of difficulty: 7th easiest in the book (out of seven. Ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, oh my gosh, it will take me one whole year to master this. Lols. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-5268789671765192919?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5268789671765192919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=5268789671765192919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5268789671765192919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5268789671765192919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/04/heres-another-great-piece-by-jon.html' title='Woohoo~!'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-3846427860378672085</id><published>2009-04-29T12:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:47:28.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madly in love with this!!! &lt;3  Stay tuned till the end!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mention that I wanna marry a musician??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climax at 3:00 till the transition to Viva La Vida (3:47) sent a wave of exhilaration down my spine! Woot! I’ve never seen a pianist played with so much vigour and richness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Schmidt is SUPERB!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it lovelier is that this’s a song rearranged, produced and dedicated to his 7 year-old little daughter who loves Taylor Swift’s Love Story. Aww…. How sweet a daddy he is~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cello player did a fantastic job too! They made a perfect match and the chords just blend with each other so naturally and charmingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feast not only for the ears, but also for the eyes, the mind, the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAVO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/51Lv9vs6xwo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/51Lv9vs6xwo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the official music video of Love Story by Taylor Swift. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It reminds me of Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice rather than Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet. Haha. Nonetheless it’s sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the part Sarah (Jone Schmidt’s little daughter) loves the most is at 2:56 when TS sings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you is fading&lt;br /&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting for you but you never come&lt;br /&gt;Is this in my head? I don't know what to think&lt;br /&gt;He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And said, marry me Juliet&lt;br /&gt;You'll never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;br /&gt;I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-3846427860378672085?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3846427860378672085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=3846427860378672085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3846427860378672085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3846427860378672085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/04/madly-in-love-with-this-3-stay-tune.html' title='Madly in love with this!!! &lt;3  Stay tuned till the end!'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-4732385875277623592</id><published>2009-04-29T10:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:52:42.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-exam celebrations! =D</title><content type='html'>FINALLY! WOOHOOT!!!~!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha words are simply inadequate in describing the state of euphoria I am in right now =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help but to grin non-stop at the idea that I am embraced by 3 months of fun, excitement and new challenges! Above all, the amount of FREE TIME i have to pursue things that I've always been wanted to do!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOHOOT~!!!!!!!! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;$177.35 was spent yesterday on shopping!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the size of the hole that the sinful trip burnt on my wallet. haha. But okay, at least all the stuff that I bought were necessary. Hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've got my very first 21st birthday present from Huiqin, a pair of heels from Substance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329966041445195554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffX4BU8XyI/AAAAAAAACNU/pkM5ukZc9kY/s400/P1070759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha it was supposed to be a favour that she did for me during the revision period - helping me get the heels which I missed to buy. But in the end she just CONVENIENTLY treated it as my birthday present instead. hahah! like that also can. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless it's uber pretty~! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And we saw something very interesting at Far East!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329957745475445378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffQVIbn4oI/AAAAAAAACNM/RSkc54rJdlQ/s400/P1070756_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata! A gigantic Nokia phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329957623351675442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffQOBfDCjI/AAAAAAAACNE/DQ2RYsx2sbU/s400/P1070751_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329957627013073058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffQOPH_iKI/AAAAAAAACM8/LY9uD89kC_g/s400/P1070750_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool right?! Though I'm not a fan of Nokia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329957622026683554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffQN8jJRKI/AAAAAAAACM0/UTrPdA9uaU8/s400/P1070749_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yeepee~ =D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329957620843997474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffQN4JK6SI/AAAAAAAACMs/Qc0NYm0Xkfw/s400/P1070748_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329966044600867442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffX4NFUGnI/AAAAAAAACNc/Oudr4fGh2aE/s400/P1070758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this a fabulous catch? Hoho I caught it at far east plaza at $39.90! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heels heels heels..... My endless obsession. Muahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffQNgpzNxI/AAAAAAAACMk/8Oq9BlOBNB0/s1600-h/P1070745_aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329957614538405650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffQNgpzNxI/AAAAAAAACMk/8Oq9BlOBNB0/s400/P1070745_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cam-whoring in the toilet after my 2nd interview with Great Eastern HR! Met up with Peiwen for lunch @ China Town. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffPNEXIRHI/AAAAAAAACL0/p0Jg66M9rQY/s1600-h/LGIM0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329956507432273010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffPNEXIRHI/AAAAAAAACL0/p0Jg66M9rQY/s400/LGIM0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping trip with Peiwen and Shiqing after our last paper! Woohoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Japanese restaurant at Mirama Hotel is really good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my mouth-watering Salmon teriyaki, heavenly! *thumbsup*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffPMqUHBXI/AAAAAAAACLs/1X4tVIQ1S8Y/s1600-h/LGIM0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329956500440286578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffPMqUHBXI/AAAAAAAACLs/1X4tVIQ1S8Y/s400/LGIM0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some random shot of the pea skins.... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffPMDw5AxI/AAAAAAAACLc/lCVcHnHruNg/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329956490092020498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffPMDw5AxI/AAAAAAAACLc/lCVcHnHruNg/s400/A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A total of 12 tutorial mates! Look at how bonded we are! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329956494404401634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffPMT1CueI/AAAAAAAACLk/a4qUGK3kJCg/s400/LGIM0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's another random shot. Taken in front of an ultra cool coffee decanter at Suntec TCC, when I join Peiwen, Dennis, Mark and Dominic for exam revision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was truly a conducive &lt;s&gt;and expensive&lt;/s&gt; place to study. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the drinks they serve are really nice! I'd love to give it another visit! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-4732385875277623592?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4732385875277623592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=4732385875277623592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4732385875277623592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4732385875277623592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-exam-celebrations-d.html' title='Post-exam celebrations! =D'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SffX4BU8XyI/AAAAAAAACNU/pkM5ukZc9kY/s72-c/P1070759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-8699200894131700249</id><published>2009-04-17T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:36:42.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cry and Cry and Cry. haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;17 Again. My 3rd movie with Peiwen! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;during the exam period.... hmmm....oh well. hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;=/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before the movie started, I saw this ad for the first time.... omg I teared. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has truly touched my heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many of us actually knows the true meaning of love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and being appreciative at the same time? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for the movie, quite a good one. Made me reflect about life and love too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The part when Zac Efron read to his wife the invisible words from his heart.... awww.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i teared again.... &gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How sweet was that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-8699200894131700249?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/8699200894131700249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=8699200894131700249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8699200894131700249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/8699200894131700249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cry-and-cry-and-cry-haha.html' title='I Cry and Cry and Cry. haha.'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-2217528596995412870</id><published>2009-04-15T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:07:14.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-2217528596995412870?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2217528596995412870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2217528596995412870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2217528596995412870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2217528596995412870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-3205129514629300038</id><published>2009-04-15T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:05:08.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>aiyo aiyo aiyo aiyo aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam period, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-3205129514629300038?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3205129514629300038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=3205129514629300038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3205129514629300038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3205129514629300038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/04/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-4594409917294287543</id><published>2009-04-10T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:10:18.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s hard to describe how I felt after watching Knowing. Traumatised, saddened, horrified, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it was the déjà vu that was rather disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness or determinism, I think I’m someone who’s trying very very hard to break free from the latter but have always been a hopeless prey of this enormous trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the future could be foreseen, would anyone still be bold and courageous enough to undertake the arduous path ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were opportunities and chances, but if one has failed to seize them, they’ll slip pass and never come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were chances given, a lot of them. But all were missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m here to let my logics and rational mind set in. With the incorrigible passiveness, I think I’ll give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’est la vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-4594409917294287543?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4594409917294287543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=4594409917294287543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4594409917294287543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4594409917294287543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-hard-to-describe-how-i-felt-after.html' title=''/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-2184458913512812823</id><published>2009-04-05T12:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:54:29.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Confused Mind that Needs Some Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Sdgv1FV4rTI/AAAAAAAACLU/cXPpW965CuQ/s1600-h/02f6a1f4b81fbffb7709d778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321055548751785266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Sdgv1FV4rTI/AAAAAAAACLU/cXPpW965CuQ/s400/02f6a1f4b81fbffb7709d778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Severe confusion leads to post-syndromes that are detrimental to the mind and the revision process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas. In need of a cost-benefit analysis to weigh out the opportunity cost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s always a If and a But.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll wait till exams end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't like the feeling of being distracted. Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-2184458913512812823?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2184458913512812823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2184458913512812823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2184458913512812823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2184458913512812823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/04/severe-confusion-leads-to-post.html' title='The Confused Mind that Needs Some Sleep'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/Sdgv1FV4rTI/AAAAAAAACLU/cXPpW965CuQ/s72-c/02f6a1f4b81fbffb7709d778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-5039464314788388173</id><published>2009-03-30T11:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:23:59.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>与亲爱的HF共享 ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SdA-cfB4ijI/AAAAAAAACLM/vIivKLO5Iys/s1600-h/large_IL2r_7937f206108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318819819011213874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SdA-cfB4ijI/AAAAAAAACLM/vIivKLO5Iys/s400/large_IL2r_7937f206108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;我们无法忘怀的，&lt;br /&gt;早已不再是某个特别的人，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而是那仿佛越来越遥远，&lt;br /&gt;被时光镶在定格的回忆中的&lt;br /&gt;似水流年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那些悸动，那些微笑&lt;br /&gt;那些晕红，那些心跳&lt;br /&gt;那时的你，那时的我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在拆开所有偏旁和部首之后，&lt;br /&gt;拼凑在眼前的是刺眼的&lt;br /&gt;"幸福" 二字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经的曾经，&lt;br /&gt;就已经很美好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这些忙碌，这些漠视&lt;br /&gt;这些生疏，这些虚饰&lt;br /&gt;这时的你，这时的我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在一切的一切过后，&lt;br /&gt;残留在嘴边的只是&lt;br /&gt;两个叫不出口的，&lt;br /&gt;陌生的，&lt;br /&gt;名字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然对你依然很失望，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但现在的我已经&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不再眷恋，&lt;br /&gt;不再惆怅。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间，果真是最好的治疗师。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望下个肩膀会更踏实 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;希望下个拥抱会更安心 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;希望下一双手会更温暖 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;希望下个微笑会更灿烂 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时，将再次踏入有王子等待的殿堂，&lt;br /&gt;手牵着手创造童话般的天堂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;依然相信，&lt;br /&gt;依然神往。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-5039464314788388173?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/5039464314788388173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=5039464314788388173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5039464314788388173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/5039464314788388173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/03/hf.html' title='与亲爱的HF共享 ^_^'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SdA-cfB4ijI/AAAAAAAACLM/vIivKLO5Iys/s72-c/large_IL2r_7937f206108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-6424260582724930200</id><published>2009-03-13T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:43:59.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Lovin' It! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aren't they H.O.T!!??!! Woot~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fRiLs-bHkHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fRiLs-bHkHc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn Violin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;____&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-6424260582724930200?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6424260582724930200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=6424260582724930200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6424260582724930200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6424260582724930200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-lovin-it-d.html' title='I&apos;m Lovin&apos; It! =D'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-1737084391968868395</id><published>2009-02-19T04:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:17:02.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>The past 2 weeks had been physically torturing and mentally draining, yet I felt as if I've never been feeling so good before. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OB case analysis test (gosh 20% weightage!), Econs Quiz, Marketing project presentation, Case Competition, Stats Case Study, and not to forget all the piled-up textbook readings and tutorials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was truly enjoying myself and my adrenaline rush has been keeping me awake with only less than 4 hours of sleep almost everyday. Mind you, it's 4.30 am now and I'm still very much alert and excited! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this semester! Especially Marketing. Even OB is getting more and more attractive and enticing. I could spend 4-5 hours non-stop to read my OB textbook! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed doing marketing project too! and I'm so blessed to have a team of dedicated and very interestingly-mix group members =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in the process of working on a Marketing Proposal to Secret Recipe, in the hope that we would eventually get ourselves a rare chance of presenting our ideas to the real corporate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going for the Singapore Spirit of Enterprise Awasd Student Interviwer training session this coming tue.... a delicate blend of buiness and journalism...... how cool is that! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-1737084391968868395?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/1737084391968868395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=1737084391968868395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1737084391968868395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/1737084391968868395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-3062695130609475960</id><published>2009-02-14T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:53:42.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The post-effect</title><content type='html'>Watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button with Peiwen yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;An 3 hr show....&lt;br /&gt;Very nice indeed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was directed by David Fincher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a trailer on 17 Again by Zac Efron,&lt;br /&gt;which reminded me of High School Musical 3,&lt;br /&gt;and my "yes, in every language"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at K14,&lt;br /&gt;a seat which reminded me of L11 and L12,&lt;br /&gt;and his promise to take "very very good care of you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked along the exit,&lt;br /&gt;a path where he said "I like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the ground level of JP,&lt;br /&gt;a spot where he held my hand for the very first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered,&lt;br /&gt;it was 13th Feb,&lt;br /&gt;our 101th day,&lt;br /&gt;and the next day is supposed to be the oh-so-special Valentines' Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was how my tear duct went out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, this is what they called, the post-effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines' Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-3062695130609475960?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3062695130609475960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=3062695130609475960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3062695130609475960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3062695130609475960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-effect.html' title='The post-effect'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-4034093508313497584</id><published>2009-01-20T17:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:56:30.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Semester.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SXWaKhyxgNI/AAAAAAAACK8/Ui2adP7DAck/s1600-h/040821_timacheff_AthensOlympicFencing_4686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293306442704584914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SXWaKhyxgNI/AAAAAAAACK8/Ui2adP7DAck/s400/040821_timacheff_AthensOlympicFencing_4686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You. will. see. me. in. F.E.N.C.I.N.G.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Shocked? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sicked with all the clubs and societies... I want a (indoor) sports CCA!!&lt;br /&gt;As early as primary school, I've already wanted to join a sports CCA. Was it pure bad luck that I always ended up in some random and stupid clubs?? lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at where I've been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art Club&lt;br /&gt;Choir&lt;br /&gt;Student Council&lt;br /&gt;Band (woot~)&lt;br /&gt;Culinary and Homemaking Club (LOLS!)&lt;br /&gt;SPH Student Correspondent Club (this is the coolest!)&lt;br /&gt;CAC Social and Welfare Comm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And compare with what i ACTUALLY wanted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton (in Primary) - too bad the intake was full by the time I applied&lt;br /&gt;Basketball (in Secondary) - too bad NanHua doesnt offer that....&lt;br /&gt;Air Pistol (in JC and Uni) - too bad SAJC and NTU don't offer that too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a change. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-4034093508313497584?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4034093508313497584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=4034093508313497584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4034093508313497584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4034093508313497584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/01/next-semester.html' title='Next Semester.....'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SXWaKhyxgNI/AAAAAAAACK8/Ui2adP7DAck/s72-c/040821_timacheff_AthensOlympicFencing_4686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-9156065869188590690</id><published>2009-01-14T22:11:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:48:23.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey of Self-discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SW327Od__YI/AAAAAAAACK0/RUCJ6MAnUSQ/s1600-h/Our_self_discovery_by_loganart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291156634586840450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SW327Od__YI/AAAAAAAACK0/RUCJ6MAnUSQ/s400/Our_self_discovery_by_loganart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Resuragam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Latin: "I will rise again")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since the starting of the new semester, I embarked on an eager mission to search for my inner potential, interest and drive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After bidding adieu to Communication Studies, i charged into a totally unfamiliar field of Business. And nearly got myself killed after one semester.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were periods of severe dejection and self-doubt, and eventually led to a questioning of my choice of studies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'm not a person who does things with an allowance for regret because I believe one should be held responsible for the choices he or she makes. Stubbornness is a double-edged sword you see, depending on where and when you wanna use it. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even if I were given a second chance, I would still head for Business and leave myself no path for turning back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the big question mark here is, now that i'm in Business, so what's next?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With only a B minus in FM (my heart piang-ed at this hard fact), I would probably aim for a specialisation in Marketing, something that is able to entice me more than the rest of the modules. =) And with a team of pretty strong teammates each with distinctive personalities and capabilities, i'm looking forward to this sem's Marketing projects. Woot~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I sought for the tranquillity of mind from books, great books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Books that soothed my anxiety and books that disentangled my thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I sought for the encouragement of spirit from friends, great friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Friends who helped to analyse my weakness and strengths, friends who saw the greatness in me which are often overlooked by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been reading much lately, from Classics to Politics to Biography to Business to Self-improvement. It seems that the thirst for greater and broader knowledge could never be quenched. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a very goal-driven person, I could never work without a purpose and without something to achieve in my mind, and this is also part of the reason why I felt so lost in the previous sem. Not because that I have no dream, I have dreams, long-term and definite dreams. But i couldn't find my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;purpose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in NBS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, however, I began to feel something stirring within me, as if an enclosed heart is about to wake up. I could sense its coming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was young, I priced competition and all chances of displaying my talents, ever confident about my abilities, I hardly feared anything and anyone. I was used to topping the class and the level, used to be the leader of the class and the school. But somehow, the momentum just stopped, rather abruptly, during my upper secondary days, when I got sick of the politics in the Student Council and all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought, back then, that I'm not suited for a competitive environment and I'll enjoy being a big fish in a small pond. And that was one of the reasons I went to SAJC. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, I'm thrown into a competitive environment again, and my current soft and weak exterior is stuck in an awkward position. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time for some changes yea?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am very thankful to David. From some of his actions and ways of thinking, I've indirectly been influenced to better myself.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;David is a simple and serious guy, but yet mesmerising enough to make me feel happy, calm and peachful with his presence. Wonderful, isn't it? The power of love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A line made by him has become one of my current mottos: "It's not about whether I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do it or not, it's about whether I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do it or not."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It calls a great deal of confidence to actually convince oneself to the statement. But THAT, is the right attitude. I read an inspirational book yesterday, called The Winner's Attitude, which emphasises the importance of self-esteem and self-confidence in all our doings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Few weeks ago, I did a thorough reflection on 2008 and was done with my planning for the fresh new year (not the original new-year-resolution kind of stuff). Be it achievable or not, it makes me feel good to be in control of my life. Yes, &lt;em&gt;control&lt;/em&gt;, and the ability to &lt;em&gt;choose, &lt;/em&gt;keeps a person on the right track.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My view of excellence is not merely in terms of GPA, for it would be too shallow and superficial. There are a lot of other things on my to-be-achieved list, awaiting to be accomplished. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There're 2 more persons that I'm feeling grateful towards, peiwen and yisheng. The former has taught me many useful skills in socialising and working with people, as well as finding my weaknesses and strengths to prepare myself in the Biz world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the latter, through years of strong bonding and friendship, never failed to be a great listener as well as a motivator. We share many similarities in traits, thinking and behaviours, the understanding just flows in naturally and mutually. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Resuragam. 2009. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's hope it'll be a good year. x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resuragam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-9156065869188590690?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/9156065869188590690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=9156065869188590690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/9156065869188590690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/9156065869188590690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/01/journey-of-self-discovery.html' title='The Journey of Self-discovery'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SW327Od__YI/AAAAAAAACK0/RUCJ6MAnUSQ/s72-c/Our_self_discovery_by_loganart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-3547076122984963626</id><published>2009-01-13T22:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:09:31.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Who Will Be Remembered By History</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1UDKXKGZ3PY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1UDKXKGZ3PY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the long-waited “Barack Obama” on the Biography Channel!!! Woot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER INSPIRATIONAL! X) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“….There’s no liberal America, there’s no conservative America, there’s the United States of America; There’s not a white America, a black America, a Latino America, an Asian America, there is the United States of America!....”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That impactful speech made by the suave Barack Obama during 2004 Democratic National Convention stuck me in awe and sheer admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been much interested in politics, but how a “skinny boy with a weird name”, a teen who were once addicted to drugs, rose to the first Black president of the United States of America, acts as the best inspirational story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a symbol of hope, of energy, of passion, of capability, to not only USA, but the whole world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWntB4KWNP8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWntB4KWNP8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of his significant speeches, given on the night of the primary, in Nashua, New Hampshire. It left such a huge impact that it was even made into a music video, by Black Pea Eye! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-3547076122984963626?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/3547076122984963626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=3547076122984963626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3547076122984963626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/3547076122984963626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-who-will-be-remembered-by-history.html' title='The Man Who Will Be Remembered By History'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-7895251985457082261</id><published>2009-01-11T16:45:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:33:47.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Classics</title><content type='html'>A habit of reading Classics has been developed lately. A post-Pride&amp;amp;Prejudice-sydrome I presume? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out the 4 newbies in my personal library!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289957492376100978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SWm0T9n-YHI/AAAAAAAACKc/9MP-o7VfbuM/s320/jaio8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (gosh till now I still couldn't figure out how to pronounce this word! &lt;em&gt;"eye", "aye", "air", "er",&lt;/em&gt; or what? Anyone care to enlighten me? haha. So far the most credible version is &lt;em&gt;"air"&lt;/em&gt;) by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Charlotte Bronte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is definitely no coincidence that people often associate Charlotte Bronte with Emily Bronte and Anne Bronte. The 3 Brontes are the "Song Sisters" (as in the Chinese history and politics) in the Literature arena.&lt;br /&gt;This book is my current read, together with 1984 by George Orwell. Why such a combination? Ask me not. Haha pure coincidence I could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of 1984, if not for its fame and celebrated acclaims, I would have never lay my hands on it, for it is so.... dark and deep.... something which I do not believe to be "strikingly similar" to our current situation. Call me naive all you want, but I believe that the world is a much better place than the Orwell, who was also well-known for his pessimism, had portrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to have digressed. Okay back to the Brontes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289956257348720674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SWmzMEygGCI/AAAAAAAACKE/J66Cz6iYp5Y/s400/FC0141040351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, one of the 2 younger sisters of Charlotte Bronte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the literature books recommanded to me by my favourite GP tutor Miss Gillian Lee. I've got the book from Kinokuniya yesterday, with the exact hard cover shown in the above picture. Isn't it pretty? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S$38.74&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I guess books are the only things that I can indulge myself in spending without a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is still wrapped in very good condition, I shall start chewing it after I'm done with what I have in hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289956258081546274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SWmzMHhOICI/AAAAAAAACKM/CitTLiaN7wo/s400/FC0307386872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by my favourite author &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It was her first published book. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been searching high and low for the version published by Oneworld Publication, which comes in a classy, elegant and yet simple cover as well as extra reading materials associated with the author and text. However, in vain i managed to get a clean and wrapped one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought the one in the picture from JP Harris. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289958816029655970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SWm1hAnkw6I/AAAAAAAACKk/F1uSX6cvyw0/s320/6a00c2251d5e4e549d00d09e446b21be2b-500pi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another fabulous creation by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, known to be her funniest novel too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two thumbs up for its price too! $5.98! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot~ I;m feeling so intellectual now! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to be in possession of many many great books, which is a task I undertake to be fulfilled with the keenest enthusiasm using the remaining year of my short life. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-7895251985457082261?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7895251985457082261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=7895251985457082261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7895251985457082261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7895251985457082261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/01/reading-classics.html' title='Reading Classics'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SWm0T9n-YHI/AAAAAAAACKc/9MP-o7VfbuM/s72-c/jaio8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-4478925173780780882</id><published>2009-01-08T17:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:17:22.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling sick....</title><content type='html'>My sore throat and headache are worsening… Having blocked nose too. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my leg still hurts from yesterday’s super unfortunate event: the aunty at the yong tau foo stall accidentally poured boiled water onto my leg while refilling her carton of soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super painful can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the period of the month is visiting! Just the thought itself is intimidating enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;但是身体上的痛，比不上心里的痛。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-4478925173780780882?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/4478925173780780882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=4478925173780780882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4478925173780780882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/4478925173780780882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/01/falling-sick.html' title='Falling sick....'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-2997328760437835140</id><published>2008-12-30T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:21:44.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SWXjCEy0zfI/AAAAAAAACJ8/nc1vMds698A/s1600-h/2005_pride_and_prejudice_wallpaper_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288882962202676722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SWXjCEy0zfI/AAAAAAAACJ8/nc1vMds698A/s320/2005_pride_and_prejudice_wallpaper_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SWXiyVJ5fNI/AAAAAAAACJ0/bQU0mKTpm7Y/s1600-h/2005_pride_and_prejudice_wallpaper_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, get ready for my longest book review ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice is such a gem which the ignorant me had overlooked for almost half a year after the purchase of the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kept me occupied for the past few tranquil days, and blessed me with such a rapturous delicacy of mind and serenity of soul which I could hardly attain from anything else other than the cherished felicity of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The style of language that Jane Austen employed, fascinated me exceedingly, for its beauty and power often struck me like how magical a fairy godmother could be, to an innocent child. That is, I presume, to be the true power of language, or literature to be exact, being not only able to strike a common cord and an immense appreciation among its readers, but also to provide great nourishment to their minds and souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Side note: If you have not realized by now, let me have the honourable pleasure of enlightening you that I’ve been trying very hard to imitate Master Jane Austen’s way of writing! Which is found and proven, to be, wahlao, very difficult indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is supposed, I heard, from a credible source of information that, to be the “original” style of British English. Which is, to be put plainly, super chim lah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, such a folly I am to be acquainted with this master piece of art only at the twentieth year of my humble and ignorant life! I consider myself fortunate enough to have watched the movie, for it has stirred my curiosity about the original text and hence giving me the precious chance of meeting and appreciating such a piece of wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the plot and setting of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my lack of literature background since I’ve been a Science student for the past 6 years of my life, I seem to be an unqualified and untaught candidate to comment on the literary interpretations and artistic understandings of the contents of the book (I bet Simin could be more apt in doing so! =D), nonetheless I could very much appreciate the author’s effort in introducing a distinctive variety of characters in making her story alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for Jane’s angelic disposition, Lydia’s incorrigible willfulness, Mr Collins’ silly pompousness, Mrs Bennet’s unashamed narrow-mindedness and Miss Bingley’s foolishly-displayed affection for Mr Darcy, the plot might have not been so entertainingly engaging. We must, therefore, give a great deal of credit to the author for producing such a tactically and meticulously crafted piece of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book also brought a sharp and critical awareness of the fine social distinctions to light, which was displayed via the dances, social status, livelihood and domestic affairs that were associated with the characters’ lives. A peak of the culture and everyday life of residents in England in the early 1800s was animatedly unfolded under the author’s seasoned pen. For I am not such an assiduous and passionate reader who would diligently research on the historical background of the book, I am satisfied with the short explanatory notes given at the back of the novel and be contented with solely admiring at the language and the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pure coincidence that I’ve watched 3 movies in relation to Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice, Mansfield Park and Becoming Jane. All of them have left me such an impactful and vivid impression on the notable author and her works, that after reading her most well-acclaimed novel, I soon found myself fervently addicted her works and cannot be more eager to lay my hands on the rest of her valued pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a 600 words review on Jane Austen and her Pride and Prejudice! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end off by quoting a few paragraphs in my current favourite read, on how marvelous and quick-witted Elizabeth had been, in replying to the self-important Lady Catherine’s insult and condemn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let me be rightly understood. This match, to which you have the presumption to aspire, can never take place. No, never. Mr Darcy is engaged to my daughter. Now what have you to say?” asked, Lady Catherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Only this; that if he is so, you can have no reason to suppose he will make an offer to me,” replied Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you pay no regard to the wishes of his friends? To his tacit engagement with my daughter? Are you lost to every feeling of propriety and delicacy? Have you not heard me say, that from his earliest hours he was destined for his cousin?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, and I’ve heard it before. But what is that to me? If there’s no other objection to my marrying your nephew, I shall certainly not be kept from it. ….. If Mr Darcy is neither by honour nor inclination confined to his cousin, why is not he to make another choice? And if I am that choice, why may not I accept him?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because honour, decorum, prudence, nay, interest, forbid it. Yes, Miss Bennet, interest; for do not expect to be noticed by his family or friends, if you willfully act against the inclination of all. You will be censured, slighted, and despised, by everyone connected with him. Your alliance will be a disgrace; your name will never even be mentioned by any one of us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“These are heavy misfortunes,” replied Elizabeth. “But the wife of Mr Darcy must have such extraordinary sources of happiness necessarily attached to her situation, that she could, upon the whole, have no cause to repine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that! Woot~ =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-2997328760437835140?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/2997328760437835140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=2997328760437835140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2997328760437835140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/2997328760437835140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2009/01/becoming-jane.html' title='Becoming Jane'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SWXjCEy0zfI/AAAAAAAACJ8/nc1vMds698A/s72-c/2005_pride_and_prejudice_wallpaper_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-497620746947341599</id><published>2008-12-28T14:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:37:18.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, time passes too quickly...</title><content type='html'>Ip Man (&lt;em&gt;eep mun&lt;/em&gt;) is really good! 4 star! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The male lead Donnie Yen worked his magic in bringing the legendary Wing Chun master to life in a cool and zen-like manner, making other action stars like Jet Li and Jackie Chan way too.....hmm... &lt;em&gt;Flamboyant&lt;/em&gt;. haha! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Already in his mid-40s, Donnie Yen can still kick a whole lot of butt no doubt. With his lighting hands, I'm at a loss of words to describe the artistry. Simply....cool~ xD &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284743910063748834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVculiBCNuI/AAAAAAAACJs/BcPPNofDCss/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie is not just thrilling and exciting, it is moving and affecting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha is it weird to watch an action show, or rather, a Chinese Kungfu Master's biography, with your dearest one? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm getting less and less demure these days, with Avril Lavigne and Linkin Park domineering my playlist and the craving for some action shows to satisfy my need for some adrenaline rush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I'm just a rocker in disguise. Muahaha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284724169219662434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVccodpCYmI/AAAAAAAACJk/boWPXZV_ff0/s400/P1070332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time spent with you seems too precious to be missed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But do you really understand?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-497620746947341599?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/497620746947341599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=497620746947341599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/497620746947341599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/497620746947341599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-time-passes-too-quickly.html' title='Sometimes, time passes too quickly...'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVculiBCNuI/AAAAAAAACJs/BcPPNofDCss/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-7190464543234833840</id><published>2008-12-26T13:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:30:16.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, I don't know what i want.....</title><content type='html'>........but I do know what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people whom I know will never leave. And this certainty gives me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283969043258479442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRt2WOVE1I/AAAAAAAACJc/-Fng23GQMIk/s400/Photo+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They make me laugh, they share my tears, they lend me their ears, they surround me with their heart-warming hugs and generous love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks, my beloved friends and Darls. HQ, HF, SM, LBS, JH, Kluang, Michael.... Thank you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can see a clearer path in front of me and I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I know what am I &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to do now.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-7190464543234833840?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/7190464543234833840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=7190464543234833840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7190464543234833840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/7190464543234833840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-i-dont-what-i-want.html' title='Maybe, I don&apos;t know what i want.....'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRt2WOVE1I/AAAAAAAACJc/-Fng23GQMIk/s72-c/Photo+207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098420745240373020.post-6404143463544319410</id><published>2008-12-26T12:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:29:38.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jolly Season of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Dinner cum gift exchange with Huiqin on Christmas Eve~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so so so so sorry to be late!!!! &gt;___&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*slap myself*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad that she likes my present~! x) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955476194909250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRhgo-T3EI/AAAAAAAACJM/EjnRqLI-T9g/s400/P1070241_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955284787778034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRhVf7S0fI/AAAAAAAACI8/ZKuKPeAn8fI/s400/P1070244_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955277337594434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRhVELCCkI/AAAAAAAACI0/4r5M0yMyuS0/s400/P1070246_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRhVAhZgkI/AAAAAAAACIs/nAtoaqvx6pQ/s1600-h/P1070247_aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955276357665346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRhVAhZgkI/AAAAAAAACIs/nAtoaqvx6pQ/s400/P1070247_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRhU3PbLgI/AAAAAAAACIk/IVWRvgQqXes/s1600-h/P1070253_aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955273866358274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRhU3PbLgI/AAAAAAAACIk/IVWRvgQqXes/s400/P1070253_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRhU6ey4WI/AAAAAAAACIc/6z6v0T_ck-s/s1600-h/P1070255_aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955274736132450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRhU6ey4WI/AAAAAAAACIc/6z6v0T_ck-s/s400/P1070255_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRfGoyFyKI/AAAAAAAACIU/8Ad-d7WgrO0/s1600-h/P1070261_aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283952830443800738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRfGoyFyKI/AAAAAAAACIU/8Ad-d7WgrO0/s400/P1070261_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRfGX6QdbI/AAAAAAAACIM/x5OfhnRxWgo/s1600-h/P1070271_aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283952825914652082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRfGX6QdbI/AAAAAAAACIM/x5OfhnRxWgo/s400/P1070271_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woot! This is my second present from HQ~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She bought me a pair of ultra pretty sandals few weeks ago.... big love. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRfGJ7y4RI/AAAAAAAACIE/6lrzUGE2AUM/s1600-h/P1070273_aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283952822163005714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRfGJ7y4RI/AAAAAAAACIE/6lrzUGE2AUM/s400/P1070273_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's see let's see..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283959516376916530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRlLz0w4jI/AAAAAAAACJU/FHMLpuK2zf0/s400/P1070274_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isn't it uber KAWAII~~??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRfF6iwneI/AAAAAAAACH8/ejs0OSWfCYA/s1600-h/P1070276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283952818031468002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRfF6iwneI/AAAAAAAACH8/ejs0OSWfCYA/s400/P1070276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D for... Donald! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRfFrXKl4I/AAAAAAAACH0/YhM0qnd9JIs/s1600-h/P1070285_aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283952813956306818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRfFrXKl4I/AAAAAAAACH0/YhM0qnd9JIs/s400/P1070285_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A purple-ish Christmas~ x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRd81E4G0I/AAAAAAAACHs/1s_gA0MnrN8/s1600-h/P1070297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283951562433502018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRd81E4G0I/AAAAAAAACHs/1s_gA0MnrN8/s400/P1070297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can we not cam-whore in front of a full-size mirror?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRd8gnA5tI/AAAAAAAACHk/YDOwNpkvWkw/s1600-h/P1070299_aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283951556939540178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRd8gnA5tI/AAAAAAAACHk/YDOwNpkvWkw/s400/P1070299_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoom-in.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE MY DIMPLE???!!! hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRd8tMH_YI/AAAAAAAACHc/4sm-lKOlmqU/s1600-h/P1070301_aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283951560316419458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRd8tMH_YI/AAAAAAAACHc/4sm-lKOlmqU/s400/P1070301_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRd8YR6nWI/AAAAAAAACHU/nhSgAOHw-LA/s1600-h/P1070307_aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283951554703564130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRd8YR6nWI/AAAAAAAACHU/nhSgAOHw-LA/s400/P1070307_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I met a mini-sized Snow-white! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How adorable! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRd8SfnCgI/AAAAAAAACHM/eVM5GZnkOBI/s1600-h/P1070311_aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283951553150388738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRd8SfnCgI/AAAAAAAACHM/eVM5GZnkOBI/s400/P1070311_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeling princessy~~ &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww.... I dun wanna grow up~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRdY8RusbI/AAAAAAAACHE/5oGe7IQueYY/s1600-h/P1070293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283950945891168690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRdY8RusbI/AAAAAAAACHE/5oGe7IQueYY/s400/P1070293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like a kid in awestruck wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRdYkc3vKI/AAAAAAAACG8/MYCxLKYZ9pc/s1600-h/P1070282_aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283950939495447714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRdYkc3vKI/AAAAAAAACG8/MYCxLKYZ9pc/s400/P1070282_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....it was beautiful, and magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRdYc0o7rI/AAAAAAAACG0/4cbv8n9tbRk/s1600-h/P1070295_aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283950937447657138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRdYc0o7rI/AAAAAAAACG0/4cbv8n9tbRk/s400/P1070295_aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas to all~ x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRdYLQYTdI/AAAAAAAACGs/90v7xn6IMRc/s1600-h/P1070305.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it an end, or a brand new start? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish for the latter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098420745240373020-6404143463544319410?l=mascotti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/feeds/6404143463544319410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5098420745240373020&amp;postID=6404143463544319410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6404143463544319410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098420745240373020/posts/default/6404143463544319410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mascotti.blogspot.com/2008/12/jolly-season-of-christmas.html' title='The Jolly Season of Christmas'/><author><name>mascot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02370182454715085426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XUUfQNKBEI/SVRhgo-T3EI/AAAAAAAACJM/EjnRqLI-T9g/s72-c/P1070241_aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
