<?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-376795987213695165</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:20:04.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GnomeLife</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DoIceVita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05710828407508033366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376795987213695165.post-3621559292248449893</id><published>2009-02-04T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:53:15.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute yilian</title><content type='html'>post for today. thanks and bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376795987213695165-3621559292248449893?l=doicevita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/feeds/3621559292248449893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376795987213695165&amp;postID=3621559292248449893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/3621559292248449893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/3621559292248449893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/2009/02/cute-yilian.html' title='cute yilian'/><author><name>DoIceVita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05710828407508033366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-376795987213695165.post-1306354647655928684</id><published>2008-02-29T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T06:36:51.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True stuff about guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Guys hate sluts even thoughtheyhave sex with them!(oh yeah..you're not "popular" ifyou've slept with more than 6guys..you're a HOE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys may be flirting around all daybut before they go to sleep, theyalways think about the girl they trulycare about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys will do anything just to getyou to notice him--Guys hate it when you talk aboutyour ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boyfriends need to be reassuredoften that they're still loved.--Don't talk about your guy friends toyour boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys get jealous easily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys are more emotional than they'dlike people to think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Giving a guy a hanging messagelike "You knowwhat?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is farfrom what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong andhe'll obsess about it trying to figureit out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer whenthey talk to a girl they really like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A usual act that proves that the guylikes you is when he teases you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys love you more than you lovethem if they are serious in yourrelationships.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure outwhat it meant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys seek for advice from girls notother guys. Because most guys thinkalike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If a guy starts to talk seriously,listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you knowsomething's up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he'sprobably jealous and likes you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a guy tells you that you arebeautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitelythinking something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A guy has more problems than you cansee with your naked eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys talk about girls more thangirls talk about guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are going to reject a guy, just do it. Don't say they are like a brother or just good friends, it just hurts even more. Tell them that you aren't interested in a relationship and they will respect you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376795987213695165-1306354647655928684?l=doicevita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/feeds/1306354647655928684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376795987213695165&amp;postID=1306354647655928684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/1306354647655928684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/1306354647655928684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/2008/02/true-stuff-about-guys.html' title='True stuff about guys'/><author><name>DoIceVita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05710828407508033366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-376795987213695165.post-8198783562295055491</id><published>2008-02-20T11:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:05:18.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes me wonder...</title><content type='html'>Woke up at "unusual early" time today and went Klunch with eve, jenson, teckhua, gary. We had fun and as usual i didnt really sing with the mic.. Really find it hard to sing with mic near my mouth for some reason.. Gary was the most "expected" when it comes to singing, i knew he would dedicate the song "sixingbugai". Would have sang with him if i know and is able to speak or rather sing canto. That doesnt matter because i carried out my "mission". Jen, Eve and Gary would be delighted if they knew it, i assume. During Klunch, teck hua went to toilet and i found a chance to solo talk to him. So i tailed behind and caught up with his usual fast walking pace. Didnt want to make it wierd, "girly" and less akward for us, i spoke at a higher vol voice and had my sentence rephrased. "Why so solo ranger nowadays? Ever since gary and i closer, you hardly talk to us anymore.." Had my hint and question voiced out clearly, totally clear card for him. Was expecting a better answer from him but he sticked his tongue out and said "ulser... hard to talk cause its pain"... So i was like "oh ok.. if thats the best you could give". Then asked "since when?" , "around 2days ago".. So we walked side by side to toilet silently and back to Kbox. Wanted to ask more "why" but i didnt, it just happened. He is just giving me the feeling/impression that he doesnt want to talk -to me?- or its really because we have nothing to talk about but he doesnt want to say it. Point proven when we were in Zinc shop, he talked quite abit. Ya... Tongue ulser, pain, doesnt wanna talk.. SURE! Hilarous part comes when he does the usual stuff in the past to me. Punching me, leaning arm on my shoulder and hitting my face with jacket sleeve(thought i dont really like it but doesnt mind, ironic). So whats the meaning of it? Really makes me wonder whats in his mind... What he is actually thinking... or could it be my fallacy? We shall see how it goes tomorrow morning, then i decide what i will do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Klunch, our original plan was to watch "L's world" at westmall but movie is not on show yet. Change of plan, we had meal at KFC then to jenson house to play Marvel Alliance. Teckhua have to work so he went off earlier. Pretty tired but still went on with our new plan. Throughout the whole game, i was half-awake. From 6pm played till 11.10pm... 5hours straight and the last boss "Mandarin" was a pain in the ass. We had to lure the "suiciding rat" into this portal to bomb the boss room. The rats were exploding too fast and early and we had a hard time luring it into the portal. The machines(we had to defeat too) were spawning too fast giving us a hard time too. We were pissed off, took us like 6-10mins to realise we had to use the suiciding rat as part of the boss killing tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 12.10am and mum was using the computer. Had to wait for her to get off the seat, really annoys me whenever she use computer. Doing her "holy" stuff again. Ya, guess what.. 47viruses after her "holy" programme downloads. Had to clear it for her and i printscreen the virus scan result. Had it as a file on her desktop(in the middle of the screen) to show her her aftermaths sacred masterpiece. This is pretty much what i did today, so ciao!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwiKm4LC_cA/R7x7ehY_nTI/AAAAAAAAABM/Yn0V70FAN3Y/s1600-h/Virus+Scan+(24th+Feb).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169142236603981106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwiKm4LC_cA/R7x7ehY_nTI/AAAAAAAAABM/Yn0V70FAN3Y/s320/Virus+Scan+(24th+Feb).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376795987213695165-8198783562295055491?l=doicevita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/feeds/8198783562295055491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376795987213695165&amp;postID=8198783562295055491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/8198783562295055491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/8198783562295055491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/2008/02/makes-me-wonder.html' title='Makes me wonder...'/><author><name>DoIceVita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05710828407508033366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_IwiKm4LC_cA/R7x7ehY_nTI/AAAAAAAAABM/Yn0V70FAN3Y/s72-c/Virus+Scan+(24th+Feb).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376795987213695165.post-666062122911658447</id><published>2008-02-17T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T08:46:28.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision</title><content type='html'>Main reason why im blogging today is because i have finally made a decision, a full day of thinking. After what ice cream man did i found it hard to communicate and talk to him as usual anymore. I know he doesnt care what others would think even if pressure was applied. He is more of those "i dont give a fuck" kind of attitute guy, to his friends/familys and maybe except girlfriend. Honestly, im not angry at him -anymore- but still its like... i cant talk to him as usual, theres this psychology barrier created since the incident happened. Wondering if i should even pick up his call(if he ever do call me again). I was told by this close friend that its not worth it to make this "sacrifice" but still i cant bring myself to do(talk to him) it. Most likely, we will become complete stranger when ice cream man realises. I will try not to make it that obvious but lets see who else would have noticed it. Any comments, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the emo part, lets talk about something that brightens up my day! Eve helped me with my blogskin and song playlist. It really makes my blog nicer and ya i appreciate her help. I like the black/white design of this blogskin, probably the best white/black blogskin i have ever seen. If i ever find a better one, i will change it. Oh ya, Jenson made his every first own blog too today! Eve helped him with his blogskin and stuff too. You guys should read his blog too and whisper to my ear whose white/black blogskin is nicer. Now jenson helping me to download Jpop songs and i was kinda taken back when we talked about Jpop songs... Its a brand new topic we are talking after 1year?  I need to sleep early cause after school i will be accompany Gary(again..) to his house stall after school. Hopefully i dont get wore out fast or i will be grumbling again. Ciaoz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376795987213695165-666062122911658447?l=doicevita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/feeds/666062122911658447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376795987213695165&amp;postID=666062122911658447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/666062122911658447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/666062122911658447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/2008/02/decision.html' title='Decision'/><author><name>DoIceVita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05710828407508033366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-376795987213695165.post-7288349778282667275</id><published>2008-02-15T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:10:56.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Meaning Sentences</title><content type='html'>Not really in a good mood today since lots of shit happened. Shit ass attitute and almost missed 2 last bus houme wasnt a pleasure experience. Anyway, this reminds me of a joke a friend told me. A single sentence consisting of 2 meanings in it. "If i say you have a nice body, would you hold it against me?" , i liked this one and gary figured it out almost immediately when i told him this joke at Bukit Timah Macdonald. We were eating ice cream also... Talking about ice cream reminded me of some shit ass attitute which defeated my purpose of going to -name of place-. This fucking fool refused to sell gary and me ice cream and know what? That fucking fool sold ice cream to other costumers when we were leaving the shop! How ironic.. Pretty much pissed me off.. I dont feel like going to that place anymore seriously, even to an extent of ignoring that fucking fool if i ever met him. After the ice cream, we went to another shop and seriously this new lady tending the shop is slow at her service. Gary and i had to wait like 10mins to get her get us 2 spots in the shop to play games and another 2-3mins to get our computer started... Not to mention, i had to even pay extra $2 for membership fee before i can take a computer. We played till like 11.20pm then we rushed to the nearest busstop since i thought im missing my last bus. Gary took cub home while i sit at the busstop 10mins to wait for bus 173. The bus did came but drove away without even stopping to let me abroad. Another shit ass attitute. Made me wait another 10mins for the next bus 173. At clementi, bus 285 drove off too without even noticing we(me and some other passenagers) were waiting for that bus. Not really a good day even though gary and i had a good swim in the afternoon.. Oh ya, i was lucky enough to escape from the debarment list. That was probably the only good thing happening to me today. End of the emo-ism and off to o2jam with gary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376795987213695165-7288349778282667275?l=doicevita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/feeds/7288349778282667275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376795987213695165&amp;postID=7288349778282667275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/7288349778282667275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/7288349778282667275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/2008/02/double-meaning-sentences.html' title='Double Meaning Sentences'/><author><name>DoIceVita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05710828407508033366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-376795987213695165.post-5676750894623578773</id><published>2008-02-14T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:37:33.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly Valentine Day</title><content type='html'>Pic #1 - what a pose&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwiKm4LC_cA/R7SG_hY_nSI/AAAAAAAAABE/D--dZ72tcjE/s1600-h/Vernon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166903098353884450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwiKm4LC_cA/R7SG_hY_nSI/AAAAAAAAABE/D--dZ72tcjE/s200/Vernon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Pic #2 - Grand House, Pic#3 - Thats how chinese pollute air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166902728986696962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwiKm4LC_cA/R7SGqBY_nQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9IP8HDjedVk/s200/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwiKm4LC_cA/R7SG0hY_nRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dwIVQlpeV6E/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166902909375323410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwiKm4LC_cA/R7SG0hY_nRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dwIVQlpeV6E/s200/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got home from burning joss paper at my house roadside pathway. Few interesting pics taken and hope you like it. My bro was laughing when i asked him to take picture #3 for me, i think its funny too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats!!! Its the 19th year i have been celebrating valentine day with a group of male friends if not slack at home.. Pathetic right lol... Eve like to mock at me "haha, at least got people(jenson) want me. not like you".. Quite BASTARD! As usual went to school early morning for CAD test which i never make an effort to study but with the help of few friends i manage to complete the test smoothly. Kind of wth cause lecturers refuse to let Gary take CAD test(cause he is late) claiming he cant complete it in time for sure, bullshit excuse to void a late entry. Anyway glad he didnt take the test, there were several error in the test. Code of the resistor, capacitor and others were ALL wrong and we had to figure it out. Made my blood boil trying to figure out the right codes.. We were told "this accident didnt happen in the past", then why does it happen to our batch only? WTF... Maybe they(teachers) really dont like us. I dont buy that story, sorry! Nothing much happen in school then, so skip! Gary, the culprit who got me addicted to o2jam. Its a fun -piano- game played with keyboard of keys "s,d,f,j,k,l" and spacebar. Few nice songs and i like the tempo. Now i dont feel like going to school just to play o2jam, sounds like leong wei jie. God damnit. Tried to download few songs but seriously the download speed is slow like hell, server issue i assume. Other than o2jam, he got me "seduced" with the song "sixingbugai" by twins and boyz. Im actually listening to it like x11 while blogging. Gary is a bad influence really... Jenson, nothing much to talk really. Except he hook me up with few of his new game and got me so -positively- aggitated with that "police&amp;amp;criminal" game. Other then that, we talk alittle bit of game, computer and cant really think of anything else. Abit hard to carry on conver with him since he is the "IT" guy and i -was- sports person. Which reminds me, im going swimming with gary since eve/jenson/teckhua doesnt want to. Eve, haiya! Whats there to talk about her. Whenever she needs comment or having personal prob, she will tell me. With natural antenna its always easier to communicate. Didnt knew we can communicate that well actually.. Neither did she initially. She too, brought up a question when we were MSNing earlier. She noticed and asked why teckhua and i are drifting further, as in our friendship. Well, i have actually noticed it since last week but didnt talk about it. First, he and i knew each other pattern too well till nothing more needed to talk about it. Second, "limited" topics to talk about. We have few common interest but that wouldnt last us years to talk about since its keeps going round and round each time with maybe alittle more stuff added in at times. Third, partically that was what i wanted. Was maybe too dependent on him(and eve) to do stuff for me. Like giving me morning calls, helping me to get stuff and such.. Tried to be more indepedent so stopped asking him to do stuff for me and that probably caused us to "talk lesser". Last, communication barrier. Both of us dont like to carry on converastion. Like keep talking till theres no tomorrow. Maybe there are a few more reason but post is getting too long and its getting late. So im stopping here.. Night~&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/376795987213695165-5676750894623578773?l=doicevita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/feeds/5676750894623578773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376795987213695165&amp;postID=5676750894623578773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/5676750894623578773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/5676750894623578773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/2008/02/deadly-valentine-day.html' title='Deadly Valentine Day'/><author><name>DoIceVita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05710828407508033366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_IwiKm4LC_cA/R7SG_hY_nSI/AAAAAAAAABE/D--dZ72tcjE/s72-c/Vernon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376795987213695165.post-7851340167405728133</id><published>2008-02-11T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:09:24.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Gary's Sake</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year just over! Counted my ang bao money and realised i got lesser this year,less loving from people.. Had $360 or $340 last year but this year i get $310 only... As usual, boring chinese new year and straight 2 days losing steak... Maybe i should stop gambling before i lose more.. Doesnt really matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, JPI presentation was quite cork up.. Alittle disappointed by my self-performance, really. Last night was discussing with jenson on the phone on the powerpoint slide and had quite a few idea on how to present the slides. For some unknown reason(th's favourite term), my mind went blank and just corked up. Eve they were saying my english suddenly became "half pail water" and scared them. Ya, quite true also la. After presentation, i sit down and think and somehow the ideas came back again. Wei ting worse, she had stage fright. Was standing then suddenly her hand touched mine and held my little finger so tightly lol. So initiative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else to say.. Yea my eyes! Maybe i have been too tired or something, my right eyes feels so "twisted" and left eye have to keep "twisting" upwards just to blink. After blinking, feels better for awhile then have to do it again... lol.. Quite worried my eyes will become "shoot bird" aka "pa jiao". Wth, valentine coming soon. 3 more days only! No one else asked me out except for my cousin but rejected her indirectly. Where are all the girls?! Told teck hua about it and he feels that i abit "zek ak"(evil). To reject a girl indirectly by breaking her sentence with another topic then moving on. He should concentrate more on his "secondary school love" ba. Not sure if he is doing good on it anot lol. Furthermore, he said its ok to be(stead? not sure) with a relative. I not so into and dont really like the idea of it la. Just feels so.. wierd and wrong... If anyone want jio me out on valentine, dont be shy! SMS me or call my house. More interested in Edison's sex scandal pictures. Wha lao, his kuku quite small for his body size really. Heard there are videos for it but just cant find it. Anyone want to send me alink or the video? Anyway enough of the lame shit, time to take a rest if not my eyes really cant take it anymore. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376795987213695165-7851340167405728133?l=doicevita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/feeds/7851340167405728133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376795987213695165&amp;postID=7851340167405728133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/7851340167405728133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/7851340167405728133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-garys-sake.html' title='For Gary&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>DoIceVita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05710828407508033366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-376795987213695165.post-8406428946714731710</id><published>2008-01-30T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T00:12:16.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwiKm4LC_cA/R6GC2NGXaqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DGQuZbu5eYw/s1600-h/nonsense.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161550515684207266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwiKm4LC_cA/R6GC2NGXaqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DGQuZbu5eYw/s320/nonsense.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwiKm4LC_cA/R6GCJNGXapI/AAAAAAAAAAc/flJf-7C5UnE/s1600-h/nonsense.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally a new post after 50days. Life getting more sian till i have nothing to write. My life is read comics, play computer games, go school and then SLEEP! Seldom go out with friends to do something meaningful. Now chilling with gary in library(its Circuit Desgin lesson but we "pon") doing shit stuff, like blogging and drawing stickman. The stickman art is on Matt's first sexual experience, a threesome. The idea just came to my wicked mind out of the blue but its pretty funny to me though. Gary calling me "baichi" and "bo liao" when he saw the drawing. Now to the main thing, we had a talk on "Course Progress" for 2nd year study. Computer Network, Multimedia Technology and Wireless Technology. 3 choices and we are to choose the courses by our prefernce, to rate it "1st choice", "2nd choice" and last. Kinda confuse which to choose honestly. Most interested in Multimedia but future doesnt shine as bright as Computer Network. Computer Network so far the "brightest" course but seems alittle difficult to study on. Furthermore, im likely to lose out since my GPA isnt great compared to Jenson and Eve. They would be the given the seats first then to us(or at least, me). Wireless needless to say, the most boring course. Last choice for sure. Any suggestion, anyone? Gary "sabo-ing" my B4 english again cause i forget how to spell "preference" and "progress". Now i helped him to change his "spi-ed"(wth, no such word!) to "screen". His "slap" became "slept". B3 english? BULL! Wierd guy la him.. Hmm, not sure what to say now. I want to watch Sweeney Todd but its -sort of- opera movie and i highly doubt eve, jenson, gary and teck hua will like it. That teck hua want to watch ramboo and i seriously not interested. Dont really feel like going if they want to watch Ramboo but see how first ba. Anyway, CD lesson ending soon so i have to rush now now. Later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/376795987213695165-8406428946714731710?l=doicevita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/feeds/8406428946714731710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376795987213695165&amp;postID=8406428946714731710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/8406428946714731710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/8406428946714731710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/2008/01/need-life.html' title='Need a life'/><author><name>DoIceVita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05710828407508033366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_IwiKm4LC_cA/R6GC2NGXaqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DGQuZbu5eYw/s72-c/nonsense.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376795987213695165.post-747214382331104351</id><published>2007-12-12T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T12:04:18.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>Lets start with my boring life... Today i overslept as usual and didnt turn up for school. Eve woke me up at like 8.30 and teck hua called me after 5mins she did. We dicussed about it, even if we go to school it would be around 9.30 and only 30mins left for the lesson so why bother go? Pretty much a waste of time.. Eve has been upset recently and i was thinking how is she gonna solve her problem? Eve is pretty much a "special" girl.. We got this "natural communication" where she doesnt have to explain much but i get what she means. So most of the time when she has something in her mind she would talk to me about it... Pretty annoying if you have explain while telling someone your problem! Hopefully she will get over it and everything back to normal. I did her a favour too earlier on by passing her brother some stuff... Now lets move on to something more interesting and emo-ism. Around 2pm i met up with derrick and 2 of his JC friends. Wei lun(tall guy) and xin yi(cute girl) for badminton. We paired up thrice and played. Wierdly, we sucked so badly that the score was 20-3 when wei lun paired up with me. Trashed right in the face. Now derrick added me into conversatino with wei lun and xin yi inside but wei lun and derrick elft.. end up i chat with xin yi alone.. wth zzz! Anyway i sprang my ankle while playing badminton too long never excercise already! Xinyi said maybe we will play badminton next time.. MAYBE! To the emo part, my dad is pretty sick. He has germs in his body and would be a fatal attack if the germs attacks the heart.. He refuse to seek doctor in hospital even thought he was advsed to... What shooed me off is that he bought a PSP for my younger sister recently.. I think its a pretty waste of money because she screwed up her studies and i predict she would spoil the PSP pretty soon.. Probably in a week or two.. I should stop here or its will be a long boring entry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376795987213695165-747214382331104351?l=doicevita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/feeds/747214382331104351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376795987213695165&amp;postID=747214382331104351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/747214382331104351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/747214382331104351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/2007/12/random-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>DoIceVita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05710828407508033366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-376795987213695165.post-2650314814049325986</id><published>2007-12-04T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:39:57.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Disturbance</title><content type='html'>Seriously it is almost 1.00am now and i cant sleep. I knew what are the causes and finally decided to write about it, your wish(to get me to blog) came true pei wen!  Well before i tried to sleep i showed dad the school fee $274 OUTSTANDING FEES, even if he doesnt say anything i knew it would be a "burden" to him. He doesnt really earn alot and my mom doesnt really care about paying bill or fees. She keeps all money to herself, one reason why i hate her. Well, i tried to make it "lighter" for him telling him its not in a hurry so he can take his time to fork the money out by friday.  I knew i lied on the part "not in a hurry" but i just wanted to to make him feel better. I might be wrong but white lie doesnt harm or hurt i assume. I wouldnt have been so greatly disturbed if he didnt pass me $300 while i was in bed. I knew it was coming(him passing me the cash while i try to sleep) as i could hear the sound of cash counting from the notes "rubbing". Recently, i have been thinking of getting a part time job to lighten his load and it of course makes me feel better spending my own money and feeling more "useful". However, the prob is that the school timetable clashes with almost all jobs that were recommended to me. I REALLY REALLY want to but it doesnt seems to be happening any sooner. Furthermore, i have noticed im starting to lost track on my studies. Whenver i cant get it, i would usually ignore it. There is a reason i have been helding back to tell anyone whenever they say "you can ask if you dont understand". Honestly, i really wanted to tell Mr Tay(my secondary mathematics teacher) the reason but i held back simply because im very relactant to show one of my real emotion to anyone. I hate to be a burden.. yes i really really hate to... Everyone in math lesson seems to be getting what he was trying to teach but theres always a handful of student who doesnt. Most of the time, im in that minority group(who doesnt understand). I really wanted to approach him for help but i dont want to be a burden to anyone or him. I knew i would be really slow in mathetatics and it would take alot of effort to teach me my weakest subject. It would take alot of time. So it DID affects me emotionally whenever anyone says "seek help blah blah" or "dont be lazy, go study or learn". Its not that i dont want to but i just cant bring myself to do it... A Burden.. Basically ya, it is about the same with my outstanding school fees. I really want to help him but i cant.. Not because of i dont want to.. So all i did was to put on a smiley mask daily and face all those evil cruel wicked critisim and cold eyes... Have a sleep and get over it. I just really want to quit begin a burden and be of any help to him. He tried to give us the best and it makes me feel bad sometimes when i take them. If i dont take it, he would be the one feeling bad and even worse. So yea, this is probably the main reason disturbing my sleep tonight. I have been yearning to learn driving but im simply short of cash. Everyone keeps saying "Why dont you learn driving? Go for the theory test first, its cheap". Hey, its cheap for you but not for me. Unless you wanna sponsor me(i would be glad to accept it), if not quit asking that seriously. Gary was right, "blogs are fr sum1 to reveal wad had happened in her life, up to present, sumthing like a journal, to review back wad had happened. sumtin to be happy, and sad abt. sumtin for u to remove wad u've been stuffing up in ur heart. sumtin for u to make urself happy". So ya i feel better writing this down and who cares what the evil comments might come after. I have been through worse critisim so who gives a shyt about yours? Oh ya gary,  i knew you would be reading this so why not write your own blog too? Haha.. We are about the same "emotionally". Anyway i should try to sleep now and not to reveal anything more till further events...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376795987213695165-2650314814049325986?l=doicevita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/feeds/2650314814049325986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376795987213695165&amp;postID=2650314814049325986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/2650314814049325986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/2650314814049325986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/2007/12/great-disturbance.html' title='Great Disturbance'/><author><name>DoIceVita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05710828407508033366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376795987213695165.post-6205962314323266721</id><published>2007-09-09T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T12:06:42.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good People Get Tired Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwiKm4LC_cA/RuRAl7CbpKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eL8JiMdm9Qg/s1600-h/img018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108278897592214690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwiKm4LC_cA/RuRAl7CbpKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eL8JiMdm9Qg/s320/img018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwiKm4LC_cA/RuRAJLCbpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kgvj9KsvQ_4/s1600-h/img018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! talking to eileen on MSN atm which is 2.51am.. Been talking to her for over an hour and finally decided to draw something for her. Thinking that i have not send her any gift/present before so maybe little sweet thing will cheer her up! So i took my cousins colour pencil and a paper to draw a heart... With "Eileen 4ever" at the bottom right but scanner actign up again..so cant scan the full picture properly.. Tried to fix it but still didnt work out.. So promised to draw another one for her later on when im in school... Looks pretty ugly to me but its the heart that count! She seems to like it alot and treasures it... Anyway,ive been PMSing for the past 4 days and i knew actually why but didnt tell anyone partly because im abit shy to talk about it and think theres no need for me to tell anyone...but i made an exception since eileen been talking to me overnight.  Started watching this movie "huan huan ai" by rainie yang/mike he and kingone. Its a girlish love movie but somehow its addictive,to me. Its also the main reason why i've been PMSing... sounds stupid eh? Even though im a guy and shouldnt be saying all these but its really a nice/touching movie. I didnt cry la of course. Just *hit chest*.... Been thinking the main actor is tall/handsome/big then all girl like him..then sort of make me EMO and link to lots of problem.. Like qian ying all that.. Didnt really tell eve(but she will know it once she raed it) cause i really really really dont know how to start saying all those "Soft" stuff to a girl..haha..make me sound more "niang".. finds it more easier to tell eileen cause we dont really know each other in real life... Same as what eileen is thinking about,when will the right person appear..lol.. ok la.. Enough with my nagging back to MSN! Eileen spamming me hugs and kisses again lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376795987213695165-6205962314323266721?l=doicevita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/feeds/6205962314323266721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376795987213695165&amp;postID=6205962314323266721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/6205962314323266721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376795987213695165/posts/default/6205962314323266721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doicevita.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-people-get-tired-too.html' title='Good People Get Tired Too'/><author><name>DoIceVita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05710828407508033366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_IwiKm4LC_cA/RuRAl7CbpKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eL8JiMdm9Qg/s72-c/img018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376795987213695165.post-1028785842706223236</id><published>2007-06-25T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:56:08.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Tuesday</title><content type='html'>havent been going out for past 2days..staying at home playing games all day.. listening to chinese songs,playing WoW and chatting on MSN now..multitasking as usual =/ making use of the 15minutes flight path(in game) to update my blog.. Seriously,wei jie is getting on my nerves.. Giving us shyt attitute and telling lies..He should stop showing off so much about his handsome face and wealth.. Pei wen and i were stabbing him from City hall till clementi... like 40mins =/ snatching MINERAL WATER and commanding a woman to buy things for him,seriously he is L-A-M-E..He told pei wen that he is working because there is not enough manpower but the fact is that he himself volunteer to work.. Now 26th june,1.34pm,he SMSed me telling me he wants to work on 27th and 30th..Like hell yea i would want him to irritated the rest at work.. Another annoying person,would be james.Calling me at 9am in the morning,asking if im working on 27th and telling me he might need more people for 30th.. Who the hell wakes his -part time- employer up at 9am asking for a favour.. Really another WTF person.. Now eve and jenson not working on 27,i wcould have let wei jie take over but i didnt..cause the thought of him irritating everyone is already pissing me off.. 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