<?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-7671792</id><updated>2012-01-09T02:33:40.158+08:00</updated><category term='Musing'/><title type='text'>The Beach</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-5402812117985189081</id><published>2012-01-09T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T02:33:40.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1</title><content type='html'>Actually, more like the start of week 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very haps at all. Couldn't even start the year til 4th Jan but it did get better after that. Still, I've managed to make most of my meals at work and go home early a couple of days so it wasn't a complete disaster either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up for week 2 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Site inspection to Bali - need to do up a proper checklist for that. Looking forward to the travel too! Maybe I'll start packing since I'm not going to fall asleep anytime soon.. Tomorrow is going to be ruined already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Only 2 days of meals in the office so I've decided to save on groceries. Maybe I'll rustle up some left overs from the fridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Argentina - Return flights are still $2154 so I'll prolly hold off and wait for NATAS to come around.. Have also worked out the budgets and the bomb is becoming a nuclear freakin' warhead. Sigh. Why do I have to be so ambitious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-5402812117985189081?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5402812117985189081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5402812117985189081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5402812117985189081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5402812117985189081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#5402812117985189081' title='Week 1'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-4314772809141444030</id><published>2011-12-09T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:10:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going down the same damn toilet hole again. Am I going to waste another year of my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4314772809141444030?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4314772809141444030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4314772809141444030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4314772809141444030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4314772809141444030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#4314772809141444030' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-2217838893636368438</id><published>2011-11-05T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T19:48:44.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have done everything you asked me to do. Been so careful to contain the parts of me that you didn't like and now you're punishing me for not doing the things you asked me to stop doing. And now I suck because I'm such a pushover. Bent over now, please feel free to fuck me over and I hope you have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I let myself become like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-2217838893636368438?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/2217838893636368438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=2217838893636368438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/2217838893636368438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/2217838893636368438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-3999769296356095201</id><published>2011-10-17T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T02:12:51.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Tomorrow ~ stereophonics</title><content type='html'>I've been down&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering why&lt;br /&gt;These little black clouds&lt;br /&gt;Keep walking around&lt;br /&gt;With me&lt;br /&gt;With me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wastes time&lt;br /&gt;And I'd rather be high&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll walk me outside&lt;br /&gt;And buy a rainbow smile&lt;br /&gt;But be free&lt;br /&gt;They're all free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way home&lt;br /&gt;So maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around at a beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;Been the upperside of down&lt;br /&gt;Been the inside of out&lt;br /&gt;But we breathe&lt;br /&gt;We breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna breeze and an open mind&lt;br /&gt;I wanna swim in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Wanna take my time for me&lt;br /&gt;oh me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way home&lt;br /&gt;So maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-3999769296356095201?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/3999769296356095201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=3999769296356095201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3999769296356095201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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So well that he knew what I wanted, what I needed, who I was, and he showed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Steve Jobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-2584331591740227107?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/2584331591740227107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=2584331591740227107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/2584331591740227107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/2584331591740227107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#2584331591740227107' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-1780279283767109825</id><published>2011-08-17T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T02:54:56.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What does this project mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is creating an experience of Singapore for our guests. It is enabling a sense of family to permeate through all the activities and to celebrate it at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not mere logistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put me back into this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-1780279283767109825?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/1780279283767109825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=1780279283767109825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1780279283767109825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1780279283767109825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#1780279283767109825' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-7270679550429893062</id><published>2011-05-30T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:39:41.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to sleep.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, all you need is a small glimpse of peace just before closing your eyes to trick your mind into forgetting the turmoil of the day and sleep comes easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-7270679550429893062?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/7270679550429893062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=7270679550429893062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7270679550429893062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7270679550429893062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#7270679550429893062' title='Going to sleep.'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-4643050254363159605</id><published>2011-01-15T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:08:15.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past week showed me that I had alot to be thankful for in my life. For starters, I have a grandmother who is enjoying herself and hangs out with us all the time. I'd never been very close to her but we connect at some level and I feel like we have a relationship that goes beyond bloo. On that same note, I have an extended family that loves eating out together any time without needing the excuse for some occassion before we would meet up. I have long envied the scenes of large families feasting and enjoying each other's company that we see on travel programmes all the time and now I feel like I have that in my family too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, in spite of a serious lack of motivation to get work done, I was given the opportunity to co-ordinate the putting together of a pitch and somewhere along the way, was provoked to start a conversation about where I thought the company should be, which led on to a very quick, intense immersion in intrapreneurship, innovation, presentation and alot of youtube videos of Guy Kawasaki. I must say, it feels hella good to be in a place where you're surrounded by people who share your views and willing to change things up; thoughts and ideas and people who inspire you to do what you believe is right and good; and the most amazing is to be in a team that is with you - not that they are always in agreement with you, but actively contribute to the project be it through descension or suppport. It has been a brilliant week at work. Absolutely. Every work week should be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the weekend, of which there is another half to look forward to. Granted, it has been extremely indulgent, from great big meals to copious amounts of alcohol and let-loose dancing which resulted in needing the hangover remedy called retail-therapy. During sale season. I have rarely been more wasted, tired or broke - or this satisfied with a weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The powers that be have really come together to set up this week with zero motivation, neediness and crankiness this time of the month, primed with the right cravings and wanting things that have led to this extremely gratifying climax. I am immensely thankful for everyone who has been part of this with me and hope that when you need it, you'll get a perfect week like this too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4643050254363159605?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4643050254363159605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4643050254363159605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4643050254363159605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4643050254363159605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#4643050254363159605' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-9050620205427739838</id><published>2010-10-23T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:29:38.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To y'all</title><content type='html'>That's life, that's what all the people say.&lt;br /&gt;You're riding high in April,&lt;br /&gt;Shot down in May&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm gonna change that tune,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm back on top, back on top in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem&lt;br /&gt;Some people get their kicks,&lt;br /&gt;Stompin' on a dream&lt;br /&gt;But I don't let it, let it get me down,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this fine ol' world it keeps spinning around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,&lt;br /&gt;A poet, a pawn and a king.&lt;br /&gt;I've been up and down and over and out&lt;br /&gt;And I know one thing:&lt;br /&gt;Each time I find myself, flat on my face,&lt;br /&gt;I pick myself up and get back in the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya, I can't deny it,&lt;br /&gt;I thought of quitting baby,&lt;br /&gt;But my heart just ain't gonna buy it.&lt;br /&gt;And if I didn't think it was worth one single try,&lt;br /&gt;I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,&lt;br /&gt;A poet, a pawn and a king.&lt;br /&gt;I've been up and down and over and out&lt;br /&gt;And I know one thing:&lt;br /&gt;Each time I find myself laying flat on my face,&lt;br /&gt;I just pick myself up and get back in the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life&lt;br /&gt;That's life and I can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;Many times I thought of cutting out &lt;br /&gt;But my heart won't buy it&lt;br /&gt;But if there's nothing shakin' come this here july&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die&lt;br /&gt;My, My&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.Sinatra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-9050620205427739838?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/9050620205427739838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=9050620205427739838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/9050620205427739838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/9050620205427739838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#9050620205427739838' title='To y&apos;all'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-6758375776818494851</id><published>2010-09-18T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T00:11:53.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're wound up, pushed into a corner, preparing for battle&lt;br /&gt;it conjures a lush, serene forest and lulls you into peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're overexcited and overreacting&lt;br /&gt;it brings a soothing sea breeze that carries the scent of the ocean and calm swish of waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're in a bad way,&lt;br /&gt;it envelopes you in a comforting warmth like a thick flannel blanket and a cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a machine. It is a melancholytron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-6758375776818494851?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/6758375776818494851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=6758375776818494851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/6758375776818494851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/6758375776818494851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#6758375776818494851' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-5677071620202390790</id><published>2010-08-28T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:34:17.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many times have you wanted to tell somebody this?</title><content type='html'>I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock &lt;br /&gt;I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1 &lt;br /&gt;Word on the street, you got somethin' to show me, ee &lt;br /&gt;Magical, colorful, Mr. Mystery, ee &lt;br /&gt;I'm intrigued, for a peek, Heard it's fascinating &lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me see &lt;br /&gt;what you're hiding underneath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words up your sleeve &lt;br /&gt;Such a tease &lt;br /&gt;Wanna see the show &lt;br /&gt;In 3D, a movie &lt;br /&gt;Heard it's beautiful &lt;br /&gt;Be the judge &lt;br /&gt;And my girls gonna take a vote &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me see &lt;br /&gt;what you're hiding underneath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Chorus &lt;br /&gt;I want the jaw droppin, eye popin, head turnin, body shockin &lt;br /&gt;(Uh, uh, oh, Uh, uh, uh, oh) &lt;br /&gt;I want my heart throbbin, ground shakin, show stoppin, amazin &lt;br /&gt;(Uh, uh, oh, Uh, uh, uh, oh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? &lt;br /&gt;Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a beeotch &lt;br /&gt;I'ma peace out if you don't give me the pay off &lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me see &lt;br /&gt;what you're hiding underneath &lt;br /&gt;Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? &lt;br /&gt;what you're waiting for, it's time for you to show it off &lt;br /&gt;Don't be a shy kinda guy I'll bet it's beautiful &lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me see &lt;br /&gt;Whatchu hidin' underneath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock &lt;br /&gt;I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock &lt;br /&gt;I wanna see ya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2 &lt;br /&gt;Skip the talk, heard it all, time to walk the walk &lt;br /&gt;brake me off, if you bad, show me how's the boss &lt;br /&gt;need some goose, to get loose, come on take a shot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me see &lt;br /&gt;what you're hiding underneath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/peacock-lyrics-katy-perry.html ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Chorus &lt;br /&gt;I want the jaw droppin, eye popin, head turnin, body shockin &lt;br /&gt;(Uh, uh, oh, Uh, uh, uh, oh) &lt;br /&gt;I want my heart throbbin, ground shakin, show stoppin, amazin &lt;br /&gt;(Uh, uh, oh, Uh, uh, uh, oh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? &lt;br /&gt;Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a beeotch &lt;br /&gt;I'ma peace out if you don't give me the pay off &lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me see &lt;br /&gt;what you're hiding underneath &lt;br /&gt;Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? &lt;br /&gt;what you're waiting for, it's time for you to show it off &lt;br /&gt;Don't be a shy kinda guy I'll bet it's beautiful &lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me see &lt;br /&gt;Whatchu hidin' underneath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock &lt;br /&gt;I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my good no exaggeration &lt;br /&gt;boy all this time was worth the waiting &lt;br /&gt;i just shed a tear &lt;br /&gt;i'm so unprepared &lt;br /&gt;you got the finest architecture &lt;br /&gt;end of the rainbow looking treasure &lt;br /&gt;such a sight to see &lt;br /&gt;and this all for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? &lt;br /&gt;Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a beeotch &lt;br /&gt;I'ma peace out if you don't give me the pay off &lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me see &lt;br /&gt;what you're hiding underneath &lt;br /&gt;Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? &lt;br /&gt;what you're waiting for, it's time for you to show it off &lt;br /&gt;Don't be a shy kinda guy I'll bet it's beautiful &lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock &lt;br /&gt;I wanna see ya &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock &lt;br /&gt;I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock, cock, cock &lt;br /&gt;Your peacock &lt;br /&gt;I wanna see ya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me see &lt;br /&gt;Whatchu hidin' underneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Katy Perry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-5677071620202390790?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5677071620202390790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5677071620202390790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5677071620202390790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5677071620202390790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#5677071620202390790' title='How many times have you wanted to tell somebody this?'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-8217914048297136444</id><published>2010-08-16T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:19:32.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this is the new year.&lt;br /&gt;And i don't feel any different.&lt;br /&gt;The clanking of crystal&lt;br /&gt;Explosions off in the distance (in the distance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the new year&lt;br /&gt;And I have no resolutions&lt;br /&gt;For self assigned penance&lt;br /&gt;For problems with easy solutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everybody put your best suit or dress on&lt;br /&gt;Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once&lt;br /&gt;Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn&lt;br /&gt;As thirty dialogues bleed into one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the world was flat like the old days&lt;br /&gt;Then i could travel just by folding a map&lt;br /&gt;No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways&lt;br /&gt;There'd be no distance that can hold us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Death Cab for Cutie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-8217914048297136444?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-4436638326599237876</id><published>2010-08-14T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T15:02:55.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor&lt;br /&gt;Reachin' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin' at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one I'm all alone and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4436638326599237876?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4436638326599237876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4436638326599237876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4436638326599237876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4436638326599237876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#4436638326599237876' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-79094965161867279</id><published>2010-07-09T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T01:05:30.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to visit, you said you "just had to". Then we ran away, on a journey, and I realized that I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-79094965161867279?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/79094965161867279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=79094965161867279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/79094965161867279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/79094965161867279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#79094965161867279' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-4984216800769835539</id><published>2010-06-21T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T10:35:46.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbits and lollipops</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;The last thing one should ever do after making a monumental decision about their life is to celebrate it. Because that means you’re thinking about it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Just last week, I’d made the decision to grow up. To accept that I can create the life that I’d been dreaming of, and was so sure could only be found elsewhere, here - a place I’ve sneered at and despised since I learnt how to twitch my cute little button nose. It was momentous. There were days and days of Practical Self V. Escapist Self arguing if this house should be built here instead of in a dingy apartment above a street where bar brawls and roach-trips provide nightly entertainment, where there are four seasons that aren’t “shopping”, “hot”, “monsoon” and “flu”. It is also there, apparently, where I will find a true love who does not still live with his mother. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Then there was the issue of why I was staying. Can I really be happy here? The opportunities sound really great – chart your own future, do things the way you want to because you think it’s the right way. But are they for real? What’s to say that I’m not being swindled by a big conspiracy that has already been set in motion to destroy the very thing I’m giving up my dream life for? I’m not enough of an egoist to think that I’m some sort of saviour but here’s hoping that I can make things less bad at least. If I did get screwed over, it would surely be an epic betrayal like Italy allowing New Zealand to hold them to a draw at the World Cup Finals. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;There were a few days of ding-ing and dong-ing on my head that was further encouraged by a red tide of rampaging hormones but I knew I had to wait for all that noise to stop, lest it colour my decision. So I did. I stopped thinking about it completely and emptied the vessel of my mind. There was nothing I could do about the other, so I simply waited it out until it was all clear, and I was convinced that I was thinking straight again because the sun was in the blue, blue sky, there was a brilliant rainbow that perfectly framed that lush green tree and the rabbits are out having fun in the fields.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;And I decided based on what felt right. I had never felt more at peace and satisfied and invigorated and ready for a New Life so I decide to celebrate by picking some beautiful wild flowers from the field that the rabbits were cutely nibbling on and to my utter delight, they turned into lollipops!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;A week later, some lollipops had been eaten and the others that were gripped in my greedy little hands were melting into a gloomy shade of black-eye purple. There was a slight churning in my gut. Some people were congratulating me while many others rolled their eyes and muttered to themselves “again?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Another week later, things had gone back to normal. I was perpetually sweating like a pig, there was no money to go shopping with, the damn thunderstorms were flooding the path to the office, I need to stay in bed (it’s the flu, you see, that comes every Monday) and what I wouldn’t give to be living in a little apartment where it is winter and I can wear a pretty coat to work and to go grocery shopping for the romantic dinner I will cook for my man that evening when I got home at 6pm. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, how I wish…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, it really is to just blindly follow the instructions you have given yourself because it really does make you feel better. After all, you’ve already done all that thinking to come to such a major decision, isn’t it time to take a break? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4984216800769835539?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4984216800769835539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4984216800769835539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4984216800769835539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4984216800769835539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#4984216800769835539' title='Rabbits and lollipops'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-7013025249687066109</id><published>2010-06-12T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T20:55:30.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In spite of my love for technology, I have often thought that many things should left to develop organically, especially when it pertains to anything human. While it is nice to be able to change so many things about the way we live, eat, look and communicate, I sometimes wonder what our lives would be like if we did not intervene with the natural processes of Life like disease, food production and death. Left alone, could we have evolved and become much stronger than we are now, relying on so many artificial crutches to prop up this flailing existence of homosapiens?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-7013025249687066109?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/7013025249687066109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=7013025249687066109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7013025249687066109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7013025249687066109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#7013025249687066109' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-7523727174966586387</id><published>2010-05-20T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:46:27.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want to hear you, think of you, want you or need you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get the fuck out of my head and leave me alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get. The Fuck. Lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-7523727174966586387?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/7523727174966586387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=7523727174966586387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7523727174966586387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7523727174966586387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#7523727174966586387' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-8098593538225633957</id><published>2010-04-06T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:46:38.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 days out - 17hrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-8098593538225633957?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/8098593538225633957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=8098593538225633957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8098593538225633957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8098593538225633957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8098593538225633957' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-6332446836695696627</id><published>2010-03-14T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T02:46:18.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read an article in British Vogue this past week about the perfect poop. While there were descriptions of what the flawless fecal matter should be passed  - which would require no more than 1 swipe of paper to clean up - the writer was rather more focussed on how ladies find it difficult to "go" and obsessed about taking a delicate dump in public or baking a brownie with one's other half in the same toilet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lengths some women go to, like only going when they're at home and having a separate wardrobe for when they have to go out before they put out just to hide the bulge, is really fascinating. But do we really need to go to such extremes? For sure we should be considerate while we defecate but one does not need the ability to take a scintillating shit to be able to do it in public when inspiration hits. Just let yourself go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-6332446836695696627?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/6332446836695696627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=6332446836695696627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/6332446836695696627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/6332446836695696627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6332446836695696627' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-5092869479233298336</id><published>2010-02-11T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:18:29.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instant messaging gives you the illusion that you're not dependent on others because it allows you to be comfortable with not having to physically be in contact with friends for days and days on end. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you lose that connection with particular people and you really feel it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost, even though you're still connected to the world. You are not as alright as you think you are.&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/7671792-5092869479233298336?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5092869479233298336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5092869479233298336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5092869479233298336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5092869479233298336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#5092869479233298336' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-3774664238041938539</id><published>2010-01-28T07:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:32:55.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A back to front day</title><content type='html'>Was asleep most of yesterday and didn't get out of bed til 9pm. First meal was a dinner of mushroom porridge with &lt;i&gt;har gow&lt;/i&gt; then in the 15 mins before the live cast of the Apple event was a quick dash to McDonalds for a box of 9pc nuggets and iced tea. I might scramble eggs for breakfast then head to bed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must say I wish I could've been at the event for the announcement of the iPad. i probably would've sniggered too loudly. I wonder what they had to compromise on to decide to go with this name. So "Whisper bar". Still, it is a wonderful concept with so much potential and I can't wait for the 2nd gen to get to Singapore, hopefully with a camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random thought -  this could really revolutionize the way people watch porn and play online sex games...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-3774664238041938539?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/3774664238041938539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=3774664238041938539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3774664238041938539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3774664238041938539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3774664238041938539' title='A back to front day'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-3077759368144572272</id><published>2010-01-12T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:53:25.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I am &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; not ready for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-3077759368144572272?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/3077759368144572272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=3077759368144572272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3077759368144572272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3077759368144572272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3077759368144572272' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-1967993482088408627</id><published>2009-12-26T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:15:56.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Christmas</title><content type='html'>If you've read the previous post, no, I have not started taking medication. It seems that making my Christmas wish early in December is just about right for the magic to happen by the twenty-fifth. This year, I asked for an epiphany. It's about time I've moved further along the path to finding the meaning of Life, and while the beer goggles helped, letting Life pass you by in a blur is only so much fun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the epiphany has been happening in fits and starts. Oprah would have called it a series of a - ah - ah- ha! moments. From pulling off amazing events, to realizing what my calling is, to celebrating beautiful friendships forged over the year and, finally, being able to feed my family some decent grub myself, I am ready to end the year satisfied. In spite of the few low points which isn't unexpected, I am quite proud to say that I've lived and loved through 2009 in a way I have never done before. The sheer intensity and gamut of experiences still baffles me sometimes and the only thing I can ask for now, is that next year will be at least the same. There are already some doors which I've got my hand on I hope I will be spending 2010 pushing thru them with more veracity, tenacity, vivacity and zeal than ever before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to everyone who's made my 2009 and whom I will make 2010 with.  "Bravo, Brava!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-1967993482088408627?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/1967993482088408627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=1967993482088408627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1967993482088408627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1967993482088408627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#1967993482088408627' title='Blessed Christmas'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-7984092974717960043</id><published>2009-12-24T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:52:45.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come on.. does X'mas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; have to be about love? I mean, do you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need the happy family reunions, discovering true love and finding santa crap to truly appreciate X'mas? No. Because then you'd have to have endured a broken family, been tormented by unrequited love and suffered the trauma that comes with having to abandon Santa coz you had to "grow up" prior in the year. That's bollocks! What fool will wish that on themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, people. We need to learn to be content with what we realistically can have. There are loads of gifts and turkeys and lot's of pie and that should be enough. Yearning for the "true spirit of Christmas" is just setting oneself up for disappointment. Do you really need to meet Santa , or can you just be happy with the presents under the tree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-7984092974717960043?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/7984092974717960043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=7984092974717960043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7984092974717960043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7984092974717960043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7984092974717960043' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-4377830795110722292</id><published>2009-12-10T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:48:10.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the time of the month again, for ranting at whatever's caught my fancy. I've done the whole end-of-the-world thing and decided that as a species, and an individual, we (I) are too ball-less to attempt all the "if the world would end tomorrow" wishes until the world is actually at an end or is very close to, by which time, there won't be any bank tellers who will hand over all your savings nor will there be pilots to fly us all to Rio/Paris for that one last party/croissant.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So bring on 2012, we will always live like there is a tomorrow, in case there IS a tomorrow. We totally need to grow a pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also just been browsing the profiles of TED members who have indicated that they reside in Singapore and realized that, what feels like 80% of the members, don't have profile pictures. I wonder if this is just a case of them all looking warty, have extremely low self-esteem, are simply too lazy to find a decent picture/image that represents themselves or they're afraid to be identified. Granted, most used their (or what we assume is theirs, honestly) names rather than pseudonyms, I do believe it's the last one that's got them all scared. But why should they be afraid? The powers that be only clamp down on unfavourable opinions. You don't even have one so you've really got nothing to fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's the whole hanging of this Malaysian drug offender. Does anyone care? Of course! Do enough care? Not nearly. Does it change anything? Duh - of course not. We have a vast, silent majority - as has been proven repeatedly - so how does anyone expect anything to change? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless of course, it is something major, like the Reunification of Orchard. Are there only two people who are repulsed at there is now a theme for the entire Orchard Shopping Belt not only during CNY and Christmas but for the ENTIRE DECADE? Only 2 things could have happened - the powers that be decided that homogeneity is the new black, or in times of economic depression, ALL the developments in the OSB have pooled together their resources to hire the same architect to design their brand spanking new buildings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how much each of them now have to spend on PR/AD agencies to create a brand personality to distinguish them from their competitors down the road because they have the exact same imported boutiques/restaurants/services. Geniuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When everything goes down the proverbial drain pipe, can we preserve Ngee Ann City, Tangs Plaza and Wisma as National Retail Monuments please? The other steel and glass replicas of each other, with their convoluted escalators/lifts that never go to the floor that you need to reach and mall directories that you have to &lt;i&gt;queue up&lt;/i&gt; to use can be replaced by proper shops that aren't the third appearance of a chain within a kilometer. What happened to "pleasant shopping experience"? How did we become these retail anorexics who binge on skinny jeans and a diet of only Zar*, Un!qlo and Co**on-freaking-on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we, as a society, actually like this? Are we, as a society, like this?&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&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/7671792-4377830795110722292?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4377830795110722292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4377830795110722292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4377830795110722292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4377830795110722292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4377830795110722292' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-2226053987031519683</id><published>2009-11-21T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:48:53.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Settling</title><content type='html'>I've got a hunger&lt;br /&gt;Twisting my stomach into knots.&lt;br /&gt;That my tongue has tied off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain's repeating&lt;br /&gt;"If you've got an impulse let it out"&lt;br /&gt;But they never make it past my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bop ba, this is the sound of settling&lt;br /&gt;Bop ba, Bop ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our youth is fleeting,&lt;br /&gt;Old age is just around the bend.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to go gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll sit and wonder&lt;br /&gt;Of every love that could've been.&lt;br /&gt;If I'd only thought of something charming to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bop ba, this is the sound of settling&lt;br /&gt;Bop ba, Bop ba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-2226053987031519683?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/2226053987031519683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=2226053987031519683' title='0 Comments'/><link 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and until its found, there is only emptiness. what good will it do me to declare one way or another?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-7550990582741049075?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/7550990582741049075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=7550990582741049075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7550990582741049075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7550990582741049075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7550990582741049075' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-6187995531240025834</id><published>2009-10-26T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:48:45.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Easy weekends are fun, comforting, relaxing and make you appreciate your companions that much more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-6187995531240025834?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-1697613442164022952</id><published>2009-10-25T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:59:54.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a John kinda day.</title><content type='html'>Easy and laid back, mostly, with a little mischief, cool, and a sweet end :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a John kinda day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-1697613442164022952?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/1697613442164022952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=1697613442164022952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1697613442164022952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1697613442164022952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#1697613442164022952' title='It&apos;s been a John kinda day.'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-3098486608035462634</id><published>2009-10-17T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T03:18:54.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i needs hug. *burrows into pillows*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-3098486608035462634?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/3098486608035462634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=3098486608035462634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3098486608035462634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3098486608035462634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3098486608035462634' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-6558816221699330385</id><published>2009-10-07T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:20:07.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not the end of the year yet but here's my thanks for something I will remember for the rest of the year. A most illuminating breakfast I had that took place in a little hotel out of town.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's roughly 630am on a work day and I'm whinging about Life and it being too late to dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he said "BULLSHIT. Come to America and do it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, John. Needed it : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-6558816221699330385?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/6558816221699330385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=6558816221699330385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/6558816221699330385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/6558816221699330385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6558816221699330385' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-5878605997148557294</id><published>2009-10-01T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:16:02.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I need to go and be by myself for a while.. Then maybe I'll learn to be ok with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-5878605997148557294?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5878605997148557294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5878605997148557294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5878605997148557294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5878605997148557294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5878605997148557294' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-4887718697247145786</id><published>2009-09-14T01:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:24:01.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An olfactory seduction at midnight.</title><content type='html'>Just started my first batch of cold brewed coffee. I've most likely used the wrong type of coffee since it is quite finely ground but maaan.. that moment when the seal of that vacuum-packed coffee was breached - the hiss of air rushing in and the heady aroma of that coffee hits you - unbelievable. Inhaling that rich, intoxicating scent will send a shiver of anticipation down your spine like the thrill of the first brush of warm, dry fingers against the small of your back at a party.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;i&gt;cannot&lt;/i&gt; wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4887718697247145786?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4887718697247145786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4887718697247145786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4887718697247145786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4887718697247145786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4887718697247145786' title='An olfactory seduction at midnight.'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-4282383095828924456</id><published>2009-09-12T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:26:48.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes a big busy day can really help one feel the comfort of a few quiet hours before the party begins again. Having the house quiet coz everyone else is out having dinner, cool breeze from the open windows and My Morning Jacket on the playlist. It's almost perfect :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4282383095828924456?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4282383095828924456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4282383095828924456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4282383095828924456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4282383095828924456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4282383095828924456' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-4896126556062950432</id><published>2009-09-11T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:25:57.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edit to the last post..</title><content type='html'>In light of recent events, I think it is abit unfair and even a little childish to say that he doesn't exist at all. He does. I have met him and laughed with him. He just does't exist in  my reality now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4896126556062950432?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4896126556062950432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4896126556062950432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4896126556062950432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4896126556062950432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4896126556062950432' title='Edit to the last post..'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-7199828982112777911</id><published>2009-09-10T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:23:15.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(84, 85, 89); line-height: 18px; "&gt;He's the kind of guy that would say&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby let's get away let's go some where, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Where I don't care&lt;br /&gt;He's the kind of guy that will give you everything&lt;br /&gt;And trust your heart, share all of your love, till death do you part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be what he wants when he wants it, and whenever he needs it&lt;br /&gt;And when he's lonesome and feelin' love starved&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to feed it&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' him a little bit more each day&lt;br /&gt;He turns me right on when I hear him say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey baby let's get away, let's go somewhere far&lt;br /&gt;(Baby can we?)&lt;br /&gt;Where I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear him say&lt;br /&gt;(Hey baby let's get away, let's go somewhere far&lt;br /&gt;(Baby can we?)&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be what he wants when he wants it&lt;br /&gt;And whenever he needs it&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to being feelin' loved starved I'll be there to please him&lt;br /&gt;Lovin him a little bit more each day&lt;br /&gt;It turns me right on when I hear him say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey baby let's get away, let's go somewhere far)&lt;br /&gt;(Baby can we?) Where, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear him say&lt;br /&gt;(Hey baby let's get away, let's go somewhere far)&lt;br /&gt;(Baby can we?) Where, I don´t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Day dreamin and I'm thinkin of you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;~Day dreaming - Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's also the kind who doesn't exist.&lt;/i&gt;&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/7671792-7199828982112777911?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/7199828982112777911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=7199828982112777911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7199828982112777911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7199828982112777911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7199828982112777911' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-5515180353850372636</id><published>2009-09-10T03:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T03:21:34.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. So. What more am I going to have to do?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait some more, or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make a move, or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me leh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-5515180353850372636?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5515180353850372636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5515180353850372636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5515180353850372636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5515180353850372636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5515180353850372636' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-4091797950973905657</id><published>2009-08-28T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:12:25.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to so  many people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(84, 85, 89); line-height: 18px; "&gt;You showed me my tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Beside a box of matches&lt;br /&gt;A welcome threatening stir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes of being stolen&lt;br /&gt;Might just ring true&lt;br /&gt;Depends who you prefer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it’s true you’re gonna run away&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where&lt;br /&gt;I’ll meet you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I snapping the excitement&lt;br /&gt;If I pack away the laguther&lt;br /&gt;And tell you how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And does burden come to meet ya&lt;br /&gt;If I’ve questions of the feature that runs on your dream wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after you stole my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Everything i touched told me it would be better shared with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're hiding in my soup&lt;br /&gt;And the book reveals your face&lt;br /&gt;And you're splashing in in the my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;The concentration continually breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did request the mark you cast&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t heal as fast&lt;br /&gt;I hear your vioce in silences&lt;br /&gt;Will the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the jostling crowd&lt;br /&gt;You’re not allowed to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;And the photobooth’s a liar&lt;br /&gt;And the sharpened explanations&lt;br /&gt;But theres no screaming reason to inquire&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to poke them in their prying eyes with things they never see if it's smacked them in their temples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre; "&gt;Fire and the Thud - Arctic Monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&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/7671792-4091797950973905657?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4091797950973905657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4091797950973905657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4091797950973905657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4091797950973905657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#4091797950973905657' title='Dedicated to so  many people'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-2097102731289653615</id><published>2009-08-27T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:05:07.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jetlag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every night I await sleep elusive, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the warm breeze caresses my cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rolling thunder murmurs comfortingly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;raindrops tap my shoulder left and right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then on my nose - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that cheeky one.&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/7671792-2097102731289653615?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/2097102731289653615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=2097102731289653615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/2097102731289653615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/2097102731289653615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2097102731289653615' title='Jetlag'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-549158950591405224</id><published>2009-08-24T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:33:35.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daydreams-&lt;br /&gt;A mind's wanderlust,&lt;br /&gt;Floating by on the scent of watermelon flavoured gum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting&lt;br /&gt;Into&lt;br /&gt;A life gone right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes not made&lt;br /&gt;Leave no trail of regret.&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies flit and skirts flounce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight streams in through the patio &lt;br /&gt;And we lay by the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydreams..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-549158950591405224?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/549158950591405224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=549158950591405224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/549158950591405224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/549158950591405224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#549158950591405224' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-5961081493588708966</id><published>2009-08-24T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T03:26:25.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do i hate you? Because you do this to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-5961081493588708966?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5961081493588708966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5961081493588708966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5961081493588708966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5961081493588708966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5961081493588708966' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-8541995078310709481</id><published>2009-08-23T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:39:18.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knot comes loose</title><content type='html'>B.B.B.B. CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I’M SMILING??? CAN’T YOU SEE – THERE’S A PART OF ME THAT’S BRAND NEW???&lt;br /&gt;USED TO BE – WAS A PART OF ME FELT LIKE HIDIN – BUT NOW IT COMES THRU!&lt;br /&gt;DEEP IN MY HEART – THAT’S WHERE THE KNOT COMES LOOSE.&lt;br /&gt;DEEP IN MY HEART – I WILL REMEMBER YOU.&lt;br /&gt;ALL MY LOVELY LIFE I BEEN WAITIN – HOT HEELS ANTICIPATIN.&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER LOVE I FOUND NOT TO LET IT DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;DEEP IN MY HEART – THAT’S WHERE THE KNOT COMES LOOSE.&lt;br /&gt;DEEP IN MY HEART – I WILL REMEMBER YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Morning Jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song for late nights :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-8541995078310709481?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/8541995078310709481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=8541995078310709481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8541995078310709481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8541995078310709481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8541995078310709481' title='Knot comes loose'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-7973020810635548511</id><published>2009-08-05T04:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:00:41.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>settling dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;its 1am, everyone's still awake. i'm sitting here in the lobby, bright lights, with the ash tray on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is silence as everyone plugs into their laptops, mine plays Sigur Ros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am heartbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-7973020810635548511?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/7973020810635548511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=7973020810635548511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7973020810635548511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7973020810635548511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#7973020810635548511' title='settling dust'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-5437137358876790212</id><published>2009-06-03T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:55:53.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of quiet dinners and beautiful company</title><content type='html'>My horoscope said to take a "day of wellness" today and so I did. Left the office a little earlier than usual and headed to Kaiho Sushi with Jenn for nice quite Japanese dinner. Apart from excellent sashimi and an all round delicious meal, the quiet conversation peppered with occasional sake tips from the chef was the perfect way to end the first part of the week and to wind down and prepare for the long hard days ahead. Company and good food - what more can one ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks babe. Hope you had a good night too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-5437137358876790212?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5437137358876790212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5437137358876790212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5437137358876790212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5437137358876790212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5437137358876790212' title='Of quiet dinners and beautiful company'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-5838780831434425018</id><published>2009-05-25T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:20:58.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Jasmine,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for letting be me and then helping me get over me. It isn't always easy. Actually, it's usually quite painful to have to be the only one having to hear the constant monologue of angst, regret, irrational euphoria that is inevitably followed by nasty bitching and bouts of self-pity that manifests in various forms of retail excess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isn't anyone's fault. I decided to be what I am but you've always very generously taken the blame for the mess-ups and I am grateful for that. It must seem very troublesome to have to deal with the whining and more than once, it has landed you more problems than you had energy to fix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I could say that I won't make things so difficult anymore but we know that's never going to work. Life will be Life, and it is only going to get tougher in the days ahead but I love you and we will get through this. I promise to live up the happy days more often than brood over the ones that aren't as nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You're a good friend, babe. The best :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet dreams, girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-5838780831434425018?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5838780831434425018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5838780831434425018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5838780831434425018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5838780831434425018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5838780831434425018' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-1401420838600130314</id><published>2009-05-21T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:42:09.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only my social life was as hot as the bloody weather..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update: and the next thing you know.. it rains. Bugger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-1401420838600130314?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/1401420838600130314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=1401420838600130314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1401420838600130314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1401420838600130314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1401420838600130314' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-3318275549576828098</id><published>2009-03-26T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:14:33.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's fall asleep and dream away&lt;br /&gt;to a place on a beach in summer&lt;br /&gt;with strawberries and cream in a basket&lt;br /&gt;and iced tea in our hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets fly away into the sunset&lt;br /&gt;we wont even stop at twillight&lt;br /&gt;instead we carry on into the darkness&lt;br /&gt;and leave everything behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the sun rises again&lt;br /&gt;we shake our heads and clear our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;the fantasy of mere moments past&lt;br /&gt;dissipate in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but come again, it will, the time,&lt;br /&gt;when eyelids droop and hearts soar&lt;br /&gt;our cares slip off like a silky night gown pooled at our feet&lt;br /&gt;revealing the pearlescent essence of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lift off on the wings of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;beating in time with your heart&lt;br /&gt;follow the winds that carry your deepest desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's pretend there are no limits&lt;br /&gt;believe you can have all&lt;br /&gt;and in that moment be happy. content.&lt;br /&gt;just. be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-3318275549576828098?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/3318275549576828098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=3318275549576828098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3318275549576828098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3318275549576828098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3318275549576828098' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-2917475327828125038</id><published>2009-03-26T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:28:51.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bones creak&lt;br /&gt;pores leak&lt;br /&gt;a trickling of energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back aches&lt;br /&gt;joints leaden&lt;br /&gt;with a kind of dread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fingers tremble&lt;br /&gt;feet stumble&lt;br /&gt;the agony creeps up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age is a constant companion&lt;br /&gt;enveloping my body in a blanket of lethargy&lt;br /&gt;in the chilling  Fall of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;breathe.&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-2917475327828125038?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/2917475327828125038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=2917475327828125038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/2917475327828125038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/2917475327828125038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2917475327828125038' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-3527404676245933081</id><published>2009-03-19T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:30:22.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Righto.</title><content type='html'>I've given up on trying for a disciplined daily routine that starts at 9am in the morning and ends with an early night's rest. So I've got an appointment, I am not getting up any earlier than when Jon and Kate starts and when it's time to sleep, I will. And late night reading is gonna be quite fun these couple of nights. I've just picked up a copy of the Esquire, Cuisine and Wine and another very interestingly themed mag. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to listening to your body!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-3527404676245933081?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/3527404676245933081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=3527404676245933081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3527404676245933081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3527404676245933081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3527404676245933081' title='Righto.'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-1255597358882790227</id><published>2009-03-08T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:16:22.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just finished reading The Time Travellers' Wife. So many things to think about, and so many feelings to .. well, feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-1255597358882790227?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/1255597358882790227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=1255597358882790227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1255597358882790227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1255597358882790227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1255597358882790227' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-2851033175369692777</id><published>2009-03-04T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:35:07.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CSklLBLaQ4/Sa4tMoaHcPI/AAAAAAAAABk/9jxQr2XAjrE/s1600-h/CIMG2780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CSklLBLaQ4/Sa4tMoaHcPI/AAAAAAAAABk/9jxQr2XAjrE/s320/CIMG2780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309230705745031410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First baby from the WMF family.. I was stupid enough to not take pics of the pots until I'd finished lunch.. but that's just me innit? haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-2851033175369692777?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/2851033175369692777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=2851033175369692777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/2851033175369692777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/2851033175369692777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2851033175369692777' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CSklLBLaQ4/Sa4tMoaHcPI/AAAAAAAAABk/9jxQr2XAjrE/s72-c/CIMG2780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-8637861390635522859</id><published>2009-03-01T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:18:51.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a little bit unerving, this life that I lead. When all you see ahead of you is this nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;It quite excites me sometimes, knowing that I have the freedom to pick up anything&lt;br /&gt;that catches my fancy anytime without having to schedule it for 'when I'm free'. It is very liberating after 3 and a half years of putting Life on hold. It just gets a little scary to suddenly realise you have nothing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-8637861390635522859?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/8637861390635522859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=8637861390635522859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8637861390635522859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8637861390635522859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8637861390635522859' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-5978035850018064947</id><published>2009-01-01T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:53:40.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 2009 and still nothing's changed with the outlook.  But so what?  I like my melons. Don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-5978035850018064947?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5978035850018064947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5978035850018064947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5978035850018064947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5978035850018064947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5978035850018064947' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-3544003392686573749</id><published>2009-01-01T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:43:35.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a leaf out of jenn's blog - this is me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 335px; height: 277px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/personality_landscape.swf" flashvars="clickstream=dbaa8fb14bca6e6554fe1bcd6c9f827f" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="242" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youniverse.com/personality/feedback/dbaa8fb14bca6e6554fe1bcd6c9f827f" style="padding: 0; margin: 0; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none !important; padding: 0; margin: 0;" border="0" src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/readMyProfileLink.gif" alt="Youniverse Personality Test" width="147" height="35" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youniverse.com/personality/" style="padding: 0; margin: 0; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="border: none !important; padding: 0; margin: 0;" src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/youniverseLink.gif" alt="Youniverse Personality Test" width="183" height="35" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-3544003392686573749?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/3544003392686573749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=3544003392686573749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3544003392686573749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3544003392686573749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3544003392686573749' title='a leaf out of jenn&apos;s blog - this is me'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-7092695055888021488</id><published>2008-12-28T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:49:06.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This was the year</title><content type='html'>This was the year that change would be made.&lt;br /&gt;This was the year that I thought would be  remarkable, that change would be made.&lt;br /&gt;This was the year, after crappy 07, that I thought would be remarkable, that change would be made.&lt;br /&gt;This was the year, that I had great plans for, after crappy 07, that I thought would be remarkable, that change would be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that year has gone, mostly, nothing's changed much. Feels like I've failed to stick to the plan but always at that moment, sticking to the plan felt like giving up spontanaeity or a great opportunity and I would have failed myself. So what am I supposed to do? To think? There just isn't an answer that won't change in two weeks. What do I feel in my bones and my gut other than the onset of rheumatism and hyperacidity? Have the last 5 years been for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps. Repressing the inner bitch - yes, what you've seen this 5 years is repressed. you have no idea what full blown bitchy is - has maybe gained me 2 more friends. Or retained the original 4, depending on how you choose to look at it. And now I'm told not to give diplomatic answers when I take the time to think about things objectively. Like - wtf. You cannot handle my honest, albeit mostly biased, opinion. It will send you flying off that little handle  you cling on to so dearly and make me look like the devil which I am. Think you're tough enough? You're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so what. Can I continue to 'be myself' and enjoy wallowing in cynicism for the rest of my isolated existence or do I stick with this pleasant, at times cursing out of frustration but otherwise plebian disposition? I don't even know if either would make me happy. And since when did I not know what makes me happy? And since when did I care what anybody else thought?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-7092695055888021488?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/7092695055888021488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=7092695055888021488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7092695055888021488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7092695055888021488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7092695055888021488' title='This was the year'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-5649774904442375755</id><published>2008-12-20T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:42:42.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who feel it sometimes... or want to feel it..</title><content type='html'>I turn on the tap and run some water&lt;br /&gt;Flick a little switch on the wall&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you remember what I taught ya&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you remember me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong, but I feel like a mouse when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I'm weak, but I'll take on the world when you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;With me&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see you're in the wrong place,&lt;br /&gt;Will you please face it and come home&lt;br /&gt;When I think about your sweet face&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for you to come home&lt;br /&gt;I can see you've got a real taste for that champagne&lt;br /&gt;But it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;So come home&lt;br /&gt;The kettle's on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a little something on my mind&lt;br /&gt;To keep it to myself isn't really very kind&lt;br /&gt;Pouring out my heart isn't usually my style&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me an inch so I'm gonna take a mile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong, but I feel like a mouse when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I'm weak, but I'll take on the world when you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;With me&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see you're in the wrong place,&lt;br /&gt;Will you please face it and come home&lt;br /&gt;When I think about your sweet face&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for you to come home&lt;br /&gt;I can see you've got a real taste for that champagne&lt;br /&gt;But it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;So come home&lt;br /&gt;The kettle's on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see you're in the wrong place,&lt;br /&gt;Will you please face it and come home&lt;br /&gt;When I think about your sweet face&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for you to come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Kettle's On, The Feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-5649774904442375755?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5649774904442375755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5649774904442375755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5649774904442375755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5649774904442375755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#5649774904442375755' title='For those who feel it sometimes... or want to feel it..'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-8664062003908057974</id><published>2008-12-14T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:39:30.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nowhere near. nowhere near at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-8664062003908057974?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/8664062003908057974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=8664062003908057974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8664062003908057974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8664062003908057974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8664062003908057974' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-7066915332950229913</id><published>2008-12-11T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:53:47.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People in love get fast and foolish&lt;br /&gt;People in love get everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;People in love get scared and stupid&lt;br /&gt;People in love get everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they're not lonely&lt;br /&gt;At least they're not lonely&lt;br /&gt;Never Be Lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBBBaby I think I'm going CCCCrazy&lt;br /&gt;And why should I be sane without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to fight it&lt;br /&gt;But they can bloody well just try it&lt;br /&gt;Ill never be the same without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in love get special treatment&lt;br /&gt;People in love get everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;People in love their hearts get eaten&lt;br /&gt;People in love get everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they're not lonely&lt;br /&gt;At least they're not lonely&lt;br /&gt;Never Be Lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBBBaby I think I'm going CCCCrazy&lt;br /&gt;And why should I be sane without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to fight it&lt;br /&gt;But they can bloody well just try it&lt;br /&gt;Ill never be the same without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Be lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - never be lonely, twelve stops and home, The Feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-7066915332950229913?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/7066915332950229913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=7066915332950229913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7066915332950229913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7066915332950229913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7066915332950229913' title='These days....'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-4944837708880247943</id><published>2008-11-30T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:24:21.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am drunk, smell the booze&lt;br /&gt;and the puke that's on my shoes&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad they'er not the jimmy choos&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing in my cupboard that can wake me from my slumber&lt;br /&gt;except maybe be a bottle or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i am drunk, i get crass&lt;br /&gt;i pull jokes out from my ass&lt;br /&gt;they get better from the second glass&lt;br /&gt;if i want to be a singer i'll buy every one 3 tigers&lt;br /&gt;and they'll think, when i sing, i'm the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get drunk with my friends&lt;br /&gt;there are no limits to the cans&lt;br /&gt;just as long as we have the buck to spend&lt;br /&gt;at the kopi tiam or pub, in a restaurant or a club&lt;br /&gt;we get drunk, have so much fun, that's the plan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4944837708880247943?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4944837708880247943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4944837708880247943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4944837708880247943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4944837708880247943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4944837708880247943' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-8662697012206952789</id><published>2008-10-16T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:12:37.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Pauline</title><content type='html'>The prospect of a meeting with Pauline has always been met with mixed feelings on my part. It's alot like walking by a huge magnifying mirror - you're excited by the new things you'll find out about yourself and at the same time, terrified that you'll see too much. But perhaps a mirror isn't the most accurate comparison. Pauline is more like a super x-ray machine for your soul and every other part of you that comes with it. Imagine, it's been more than 8 months since we last met and the first thing she said to me was "You've changed. Something about you is different. Its not just or the way you look or your hair but the way you carry yourself. Have you g0ne thru something that's quite major?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just struck waaaaay too close to home.  And that wasn't the end of it. We got round to talking about the DCCSE and the x-ray vision came on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that your calling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah biang. It was really the one question, even more than "how did you decide to do it?", that I'd been struggling with and DID NOT want to want to answer. It's not as if I could anyway. Long story short, I was honest and said no. I'm still waiting for the calling but call-waiting adds to the bills, not pay them so it's an interim activity until, if ever, I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, is this another one of the signs? Was this the lesson I've come back to learn? Is it really a sign if you have to decide what it means? What good is an arrow with two heads? It's so frustrating!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-8662697012206952789?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/8662697012206952789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=8662697012206952789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8662697012206952789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8662697012206952789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#8662697012206952789' title='Meeting Pauline'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-4426269122344056539</id><published>2008-10-13T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:08:48.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Indulgence</title><content type='html'>Have you experienced, in your life, a moment of pure panic so intense that it is nauseating? Your stomach is churning as you look out the bus window and see the blinding headlights whizz by like all the opportunities you have had the luck to miss. You squint hard, but before you regain your vision you are caught by a debilitating migrane that paralyses your body and slowly begins to choke you as you struggle to breathe. You press your fist against your mouth and swallow at the faint taste of bile at the back of your throat and the beginnings of a familiar tremor courses through your body. You are desperate to reach for the bell but you have no idea where you are. Around you are only shadows of overgrown angsana trees with their gnarly branches reaching for you. As if things couldn't be worse, you see that you had made the disastrous decision to take the first available seat on the bus - the seat in the reverse directi0n. The seat from where you cannot see where you are headed. A barrage of irrational self-doubts exploded in your head - What if the bus that you boarded was not the one that you saw driving into the bus bay? What if the route of the bus has changed since you last took it? Why didn't you double check the bus number before you left the office why didn't you double check the bus number when you boarded? Why didn't-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your free fall into self-recrimination slams unceremoniously into what is known as the rock bottom of your self-esteem. Behind your tightly shut eyelids you see the face of the passengers on the bus. Faces that you remember so clearly because you had decided to take the seat in the reverse direction - facing the back of the bus. Now every-fucking-one from that sneering brat in the school uniform to the leery old man to the smirking fash-vic duo has witnessed your shameless breakdown in all its pitiful glory. There is no redemption. Your only hope, is a quick - no, instantaneous - death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4426269122344056539?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4426269122344056539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4426269122344056539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4426269122344056539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4426269122344056539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#4426269122344056539' title='Self Indulgence'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-68480013598070249</id><published>2008-10-12T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:50:17.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOO!!! it was a good night except for maybe Kazakhstan. But they played well. Any my back is broke! haha.. feels like it anyway, after moving both my 2 mattresses and wardrobe around within the miniscule space of my bedroom and now I eagerly await my new shelf!! hee I would give myself a huge pat on the back if not for the fact that it feels broke and the arms arent terribly flexible either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the room looks like a disaster site, parents are rooting thru the trash that they insist I throw out then claim that I'm wasteful, back is shattered, Chef course has been postponed and I'm taking the brief for an event that'll hopefully come thru and take me to the middle east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strangely excited by Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-68480013598070249?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/68480013598070249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=68480013598070249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/68480013598070249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/68480013598070249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#68480013598070249' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-7040804534497820785</id><published>2008-09-23T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:09:37.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaack!!</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. just realised that a loose 'r' in my title can change things. Maybe it can be McCain's  next campaign slogan : I'm Baaaack, Baaaraaaack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Disclaimer:I have no idea what I'm talking about when it comes to the elections and all opinions expressed are ignorant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHHH-NIE-WHEYS......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1 Fever has struck!! Yes! I am an official F1 Groupie.  Went to Millenia to catch Nico Rosberg giving away some prize to some dude. He really looked like a princess, no kidding. But he was nice about stopping for autographs and pictures. I think he looked quite bummed that the crowd was so thin.. what were the organisers thinking, really? There were less than 20 people there and he was supposed to have been there for 2.5hrs! *tupid *ing*poreans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHN-DEEHHN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here groupie played hide-and-seek with the security dudes around the GP Circuit, climbing barriers and all that and took alot of pictures that don't make sense and alot more other pictures that all you living overseas or Singaporeans who can't be arsed to make the trip down can download and claim as pics you took while you were here.  All you need is a picture of you standing against a white background. Photoshop rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Note for users: Please make sure that the outfit you are wearing in the above photos are what you's wear when you go out. Translucent and holey wifebeaters with boxers are NOT  suitable AT ALL. Do wear appropriate footwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-7040804534497820785?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/7040804534497820785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=7040804534497820785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7040804534497820785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7040804534497820785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#7040804534497820785' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaack!!'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-4535930859592358892</id><published>2008-08-02T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:45:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fine. If that's the way you want it, then that's the way it'll be. I'm not going to bother with the heartache anymore. You are dead to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4535930859592358892?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4535930859592358892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4535930859592358892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4535930859592358892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4535930859592358892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4535930859592358892' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-3216324451131250024</id><published>2008-06-17T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:40:17.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada surf</title><content type='html'>In blizzard of '77&lt;br /&gt;The cars were just lumps on the snow&lt;br /&gt;And then later&lt;br /&gt;Tripping in 7-11&lt;br /&gt;The shelves were stretching out of control&lt;br /&gt;On a plane ride&lt;br /&gt;The more it shakes&lt;br /&gt;The more i have to let go&lt;br /&gt;Now the signals&lt;br /&gt;Still getting all mixed up&lt;br /&gt;We're always doing damage control&lt;br /&gt;But in the middle of the night i worry&lt;br /&gt;It's blurry even without light&lt;br /&gt;I know i have got a negative edge&lt;br /&gt;That's why i sharpen all the others a lot&lt;br /&gt;It's like flowers or ladybugs&lt;br /&gt;Pretty weeds or red beetles with dots&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I miss you more than i knew&lt;br /&gt;[repeat]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-3216324451131250024?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/3216324451131250024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=3216324451131250024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3216324451131250024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3216324451131250024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3216324451131250024' title='Nada surf'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-3008355480200086457</id><published>2008-05-31T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T03:48:19.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SATC</title><content type='html'>And like a lover you thought you've finally been able to let go of, these little desires return and sneakily creep up under your skin. And even as you are it coming, you are unable to stop its advent. And you wonder if you were ever right to let go . And if who you've decided to be is really who you want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-3008355480200086457?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/3008355480200086457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=3008355480200086457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3008355480200086457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3008355480200086457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3008355480200086457' title='SATC'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-5991134146522804296</id><published>2008-04-16T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:15:04.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And oh, I'm into you and&lt;br /&gt;Girl no one else would do&lt;br /&gt;With every kiss and every hug&lt;br /&gt;You make me fall in love&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I can't be the only one&lt;br /&gt;I bet there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;With the love of their life who feel&lt;br /&gt;What I feel when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Chris Brown, With you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-5991134146522804296?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5991134146522804296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5991134146522804296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5991134146522804296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5991134146522804296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5991134146522804296' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-8401235821793750638</id><published>2008-03-29T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:01:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masque</title><content type='html'>Friday Night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have a face that is hiding something. What are you hiding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's your story, Jasmine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one, I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-8401235821793750638?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/8401235821793750638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=8401235821793750638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8401235821793750638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8401235821793750638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8401235821793750638' title='Masque'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-5691530236758516256</id><published>2008-03-28T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:32:07.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Paper Boats"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sit on a train, reading a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Same damn planet every time i look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Try to relax and slow my heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Only works when i'm dead asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Been thinking and drinking all over the town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Must be gearing up for some kind of melt-down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; All i am is a body floating down-wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; What's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Are you sure nothing's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But you're sad about something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So tell me what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I can't tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; All i am is a body floating down-wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; As the express train passes the local&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It moves by just like a paper boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Although it weighs a million pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I swear it almost seems to float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And as we pass by each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Our heads all full of bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We can't look, we can't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We can't think, we can't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Because we're stuck in our own paths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And it's the way it always lasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But i need something more from you&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/7671792-5691530236758516256?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5691530236758516256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5691530236758516256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5691530236758516256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5691530236758516256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5691530236758516256' title='Life'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-8251920952829271614</id><published>2008-03-13T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T02:27:17.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so angry with myself. I am so resentful of this place but I am still more angry at myself than anything. Angry that I let myself fall into the trap of thinking that this place is or could be more than the godforsaken prison that I'd tried so hard to leave. Angry that I'd wasted my time and my youth trying to give this place a chance that it never deserved. Angry that I'd simply avoided the bits I didn't like to lead this deceitful life and letting reality rear its ugly face to bite my ass so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so angry with myself because I was the one who decided to put myself in this cesspool of mediocrity, dumbing down and false pretenses and now I have no means to undo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this place. You all can go fuck your pathetic, average lives. I hope you are happy with yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piss out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-8251920952829271614?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/8251920952829271614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=8251920952829271614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8251920952829271614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8251920952829271614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8251920952829271614' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-7769402112003027438</id><published>2008-03-09T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:58:15.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is an ache in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I know not where it comes from&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I do, but don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a longing in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it wants&lt;br /&gt;Well perhaps I see it, but haven't reached for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clouds drift overhead&lt;br /&gt;And the wind sings to me of a dream&lt;br /&gt;A fantasy plays out in slivers of white to a backdrop of rich black velvet&lt;br /&gt;The vision almost real enough to touch entices then shatters into mere shards&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the anxious rustle of fronds to fill the emptiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-7769402112003027438?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/7769402112003027438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=7769402112003027438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7769402112003027438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7769402112003027438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7769402112003027438' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-8562893537662064592</id><published>2008-03-09T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T10:18:44.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another way to paradise</title><content type='html'>There's something to be said about the use of images of poor, destitute African children (I assume they're African because the videos are inevitably in black and white) in promotional material that help their cause. Without fail, I am moved to tears when I see these skinny, frail kids lying on the streets, with their distended stomachs almost bursting from hunger. I have seen them for as long as I can remember watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, while watching the video for Footprints in the Sand, the official video for Sports Relief, I was hit by totally different emotions. I was angry. Majorly Pissed Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop flinging these pathetic images at me because you producers or directors out there know that they'll pull at my heartstrings and therefore my purse strings.  I am SICK of seeing these kids cry on camera, begging in front of the lens with their doeful eyes and slack, open mouths while some celebrity tells you to give generously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The formula is deceptively simple, just like all the movies about dancing on the street have. You know what's coming, in fact you can hear what goes on during the shoot or in the editing suite: Celeb Producer to young editor:"This is how it works boyo, and never forget this. The more miserable and desolate the kids look before the Chorus the better. Up the volume of the chorus at least 60% for dramatic effect so that it sounds like whoever that singer is is trying to tell them something important. Then hit them with the really bad images where they all look like crap shit and quickly tone down and throw some happy faces. This'll make the suckers think "oh, look, I can be the one to bring them this joy with the pocket change lying around!" Don't worry about making them too happy coz the first bit will make anything look happy and we don't want the audience to think that the kids don't need help anymore. Got it, Son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing against these kids and I have no doubt that their suffering is completely real and I am not setting out to belittle that.  But I DETEST those who whip out these images like a miracle gun whenever they want something. Your cause is honorable but find another way to do this folks or one day the rest of the world will be so desensitised to images of abject poverty just like we are now to violence, and then what will you do? Search for even harsher images? Show child sex-workers at work? We've seen these images since time immemorial and if nothing has changed (evident from the same messages we're getting in the visuals), maybe it's time to do something different. Sure, we'll never finish giving compassion and aid to those in need and the poverty is an ongoing situation that cannot be easily resolved. There are always others - more -  who need help. But please, I beseech you, find another way that we aren't sick of. We are in danger of being so turned off by poverty that we might be getting dangerously close to giving up. After all, I've seen these pictures for more than 20 years already and if nothing's changed, what more can I do? Maybe its beyond me and I'll just leave it to those who have much more money and resources than me. Oh look! Here's the video clip of the cowboy on A.I.! * click *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-8562893537662064592?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/8562893537662064592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=8562893537662064592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8562893537662064592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8562893537662064592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8562893537662064592' title='Another way to paradise'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-2773503533249596374</id><published>2008-02-25T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:42:49.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>A little tinge of brandy blush&lt;br /&gt;A bit of happiness, a heady rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty brolly rests in my rum&lt;br /&gt;Through my veins, a pleasure hums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spot of cherry catches my eye&lt;br /&gt;And round its stalk, a knot I tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeze caresses my warmed up cheeks&lt;br /&gt;The blush remains, on contented peaks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-2773503533249596374?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/2773503533249596374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=2773503533249596374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/2773503533249596374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/2773503533249596374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2773503533249596374' title='Tonight'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-3948094757485626746</id><published>2008-02-12T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:54:20.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really bad at this.. closing, letting go and moving on thing, aren't I? Be it a good book, anime or people. It just really really sucks. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely HATE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-3948094757485626746?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/3948094757485626746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=3948094757485626746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3948094757485626746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3948094757485626746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3948094757485626746' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-5252551424601485876</id><published>2008-01-29T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:29:18.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Get Real" episode</title><content type='html'>Ok.. I definitely need to get real about life.. what i want and whats never gonna happen. Reality check if you wanna call it that.. so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am never gonna marry Sanzo or Hakkai (sorry Jenn, neither are you). They're not the marrying kind. Or alive kind, for that matter. But I love them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) There is no one as perfect as Sanzo (sorry Jenn, Hakkai not so perfect). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I am already devastated. No more mojo already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Being a Wuss is killing me. I need to get off that scardey ass and do what needs doing, bar fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Rich men want pretty and docile wives. I am neither pretty nor docile and there are no rich men around. Marrying into money is not an option. NEVER WAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-5252551424601485876?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5252551424601485876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5252551424601485876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5252551424601485876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5252551424601485876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5252551424601485876' title='The &quot;Get Real&quot; episode'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-5308987352594701250</id><published>2008-01-09T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:43:59.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it seems to have finally begun</title><content type='html'>The hard-hitting torrential downpours have begun. I imagine the heavy raindrops beating down on my skin, rivulets of coolness sliding over my scalp and flowing down my knobbly spine, easily dispelling the heat of an over-agitated body wrought with frustration. They feel like a thousand little hands beating away the grime, giving me a pat on the back and each impact releases a corresponding piece of my soul that was held back by caution and fear. Before long, I am bathed in a sense of freedom so profound that my heart cannot help but burst into a sweet song of hope, love and possibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-5308987352594701250?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5308987352594701250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5308987352594701250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5308987352594701250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5308987352594701250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5308987352594701250' title='And so it seems to have finally begun'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-8101759488902769990</id><published>2008-01-01T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:13:01.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: its a damn long entry.</title><content type='html'>On 31st December 2007, I cast off the worst year I've had in a long time. Quite possibly, it was the worst I've had in my entire life. By the last month, I had reached depths of depression, self-doubt, failure and loneliness that I'd never thought was possible during my invincible &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt; twenties. But that was last year, and at the stroke of midnight (or all three times we counted down to it, as it were) i felt a great cumulonimbus cloud of hopelessness lift off my pilates-tortured shoulders and it it's place, was my allotment of optimism for the whole of 2008. It felt amazing and I truly believe that 2008 will be a great year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The ushering of the new year were fraught with so many 'signs' of things to come and what made me so hopeful of the goodness of '08 is that it wasn't perfect by any means.  First, there were the false starts of the count down that saw the yachts releasing their flares (supposed to be done at midnight) before anyone started counting down! That obviously didn't take away any of the excitement of seeing each flare soar higher, further and in completely different directions from each other and I was heartened to notice that all burned just as brightly during their descend regardless of direction or height. I took it as a sign that I do not have to be better than anyone or go with the flow and I can be just as fulfilled doing what I believe in. Those who were with me in the past month would know exactly how great a comfort that is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For a moment, everyone held their breath in an awesome silence and without warning, expelled that same reverent breath in a hushed oath as a runaway flare abruptly changed its upward trajectory and headed straight for the beach meters away from where we were. It really was quite a funny moment, punctuated by a lot of nervous tittering which then broke out into hearty laughter as more flares landed on the roof of the club house (where the party was) and on the boardwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As the first of the flares began their slow descent, the party at the club house finally got down to their countdown and at the stroke of the second midnight, we were surprised by a fireworks display that lit the sky right in front of us in washes of festive green, red, purple and gold. It took my breath away and all in all, the celebrations were enough to assure me that 2008 would be an inspired year. Amusing at times but always pleasantly surprising. Perfect. But that was not all. In fact, I was just about to given my first (of many, I hope) gifts of the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When the excitement died down and most of the other groups had left, I noticed the scene in front of us. An elderly lady sat on the bench and next to her was a young boy who looked to be her grandson, sitting on the ground with his back against the bench. On the other side of the boy was a woman who looked like she was in her late 20s or  early 30s. In my mind, she was the mother and daughter. They remained inconspicuous throughout the entire fire and flare episode but the now quiet night seemed to throw them in to a sharp and stark focus. Despite having already settled in before we arrive and, eventually, staying after we left, they did not have the picnic clutter that everyone else brought along.  From what I could see, they sat on the bare ground while the only F&amp;amp;B was a can of coke and a packet of chips. It would be presumptuous for me to explain their situation so I'll just offer up the scenario that I saw and the powerful resolution I made because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Some of you might have seen them as an incomplete (not dysfunctional) family with little in the way of money. The sense of loneliness and material poorness (since it isn't poverty compared to some of the Third World) felt like an isolating force that kept them from having fun like the rest of us. Yet this did not make them destitute. They were not ostentatiously lamenting their plight (as would have been the case had they stayed home to be miserable). Instead, they made it a point to do what they could and got out there to celebrate in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It was then that I really could believe that I do not have to be wealthy to be able to live Life but what moved me more profoundly was that regardless of how low I might get in Life, I should still get out there and live it rather than try to hide away and begrudge the lousy hand I'd been dealt with. There is Life outside of my misery -  a whole world of it, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Perhaps some might feel that at 23yrs and 11months old, it is too early for me to not be an ambitious bitch and I should not be thinking about being contented with anything that Life gave me, much less learning how to live with desolation but I disagree. I will always have my dreams and I will fight to realize them because they are what will fulfill me. What I learnt during that first precious hour of 2008 can only serve to give me strength to pursue my wayward and beautiful dreams because I now know how to deal with the worst that Life can throw at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So let me give thanks to the powers or fates that be, my family, my friends, and most of all to the dreadful year that was 2007, without which, I would appreciate and anticipate 2008 as much as I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Bless y'all and have a great one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-8101759488902769990?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/8101759488902769990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=8101759488902769990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8101759488902769990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8101759488902769990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8101759488902769990' title='Warning: its a damn long entry.'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-8178097802189426502</id><published>2007-12-26T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T00:09:51.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just as well that its 1203am now. Whatever was yesterday and before, I've been able to put down and leave it behind. Thanks, Tush. I didn't realise how much it was affecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time, I've decided! haha. I'm quite excited about where I'm headed. BUT, to qualify this - relief, I guess - is that I have no idea how to get there yet. It'll come.. I'm just really really glad I've figured it out. Same as ever, it was a gut decision, made in spite of everything. I'll be able to sleep easier tonight =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am Legend left me feeling like the aftermath of Crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I wanna marry Yukio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. It's time to start thinking about the resolutions... Come to think of it, I've not been excited about making resolutions for a loooooooooong time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-8178097802189426502?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/8178097802189426502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=8178097802189426502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8178097802189426502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8178097802189426502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8178097802189426502' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-1371304570514605259</id><published>2007-12-09T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T08:43:44.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let fly</title><content type='html'>let loose and fly. Ditch your inhibitions and have the time of your life. Its a beautiful, exhilarating feeling that I can only indulge in when I know I'm safe.. So thank you guys, for watching my back and also for not killing me for conning you into this.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-1371304570514605259?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/1371304570514605259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=1371304570514605259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1371304570514605259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1371304570514605259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1371304570514605259' title='let fly'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-915799707594658658</id><published>2007-11-22T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:15:53.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With things like this.. who needs kiasu-ism or Singlish or even Anabelle to tarnish our reputation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mda.gov.sg/wms.www/video.htm"&gt;http://www.mda.gov.sg/wms.www/video.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE CENSORSHIP BOARD DOING ALLOWING SUCH MOCKERY OF OUR COUNTRY TO BE ONLINE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-915799707594658658?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/915799707594658658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=915799707594658658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/915799707594658658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/915799707594658658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#915799707594658658' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-1375024494275418015</id><published>2007-11-22T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:48:50.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you to the powers that be, I am eternally grateful for the friends I have. They are the bestest in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now next, you gotta send me the hot guys. Like soon can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-1375024494275418015?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/1375024494275418015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=1375024494275418015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1375024494275418015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1375024494275418015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1375024494275418015' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-1835533718822146102</id><published>2007-11-19T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:32:55.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Nov</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I love it when Life proves me wrong and gives that bag of cynicism a good punch in the gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while now, I've learnt and accepted the fact that job satisfaction is like true love -  Everyone longs for it, waxes lyrical about it, but few experience it at all, much less have a constant source of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend must have be\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit on 20 Nov:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok so i fell asleep while writing the post. haha. here's the rest of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend must have been the longest I've worked in a long while. Friday was collation from 11pm til 5am. Then on Saturday night, after a lovely dinner with the ladies, went back to the event to see how things were. That was about 1230am on Sunday. From there, it was non-stop til Monday evening at 9pm. I can't count the hours correctly. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the hours and the stress, it felt really really good. The sense of camaraderie's something  I really appreciate and unfortunately, haven't had the privilege of being part of for a long long time.  Every morning after a night of no sleep was exciting, and I hardly felt tired until we slowed down. And this is the kind of satisfaction I need to get from my job. And this is the kind of dedication I want to give to my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the job? I still don't know. Mostly because I'm still quite stoned but there are many many other things to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I loved the weekend anyway. It was truly inspirational in more ways than one. And I envy the dedication and strength in the team, especially those who led the way and carried us on their awearied backs every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-1835533718822146102?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/1835533718822146102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=1835533718822146102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1835533718822146102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1835533718822146102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1835533718822146102' title='19 Nov'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-2138670423247805193</id><published>2007-11-11T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:23:41.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation.</title><content type='html'>I float on a lily pad.&lt;br /&gt;It drifts over ripples in the stream. They tickle. I squirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I float on a lily pad.&lt;br /&gt;It is still, on a mirror sea. The undercurrents roar in my ears. I sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I float on a lily pad.&lt;br /&gt;It flips. I panic and inhale, eyes snap open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I float on a lily pad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-2138670423247805193?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/2138670423247805193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=2138670423247805193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/2138670423247805193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/2138670423247805193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2138670423247805193' title='Meditation.'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-3607538533233243138</id><published>2007-11-11T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:22:23.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>Meditation.</title><content type='html'>I float on a lily pad.&lt;br /&gt;It drifts over ripples in the stream. They tickle. I squirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I float on a lily pad.&lt;br /&gt;It is still on the mirror sea. The undercurrents roar in my ears. I sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I float on a lily pad.&lt;br /&gt;It flips. I panic and inhale, eyes snap open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I float on a lily pad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-3607538533233243138?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/3607538533233243138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=3607538533233243138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3607538533233243138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3607538533233243138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#3607538533233243138' title='Meditation.'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-5830857159806806438</id><published>2007-10-29T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:41:30.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sentimentality gently coiled its tendrils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searching,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comforting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reassuring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inhibiting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immobilizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paralysis takes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am frozen with fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-5830857159806806438?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/5830857159806806438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=5830857159806806438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5830857159806806438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/5830857159806806438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5830857159806806438' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-4216889494449985968</id><published>2007-10-23T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:35:43.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tasted, was blown away and now I crash and burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another souffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4216889494449985968?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4216889494449985968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4216889494449985968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4216889494449985968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4216889494449985968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4216889494449985968' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-4936232460013775007</id><published>2007-10-23T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T13:29:23.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since when was wearing a t-shirt not lawful?</title><content type='html'>http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/307126/1/.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4936232460013775007?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4936232460013775007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4936232460013775007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4936232460013775007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4936232460013775007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4936232460013775007' title='Since when was wearing a t-shirt not lawful?'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-4746989225658291017</id><published>2007-10-21T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T02:13:31.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tribute</title><content type='html'>Some people are good for the heart, some for the mind, and others for the soul. It doesn't matter what you do with them or how much time you spend with them, they're just good for you.  We'll all do well to keep them close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4746989225658291017?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4746989225658291017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4746989225658291017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4746989225658291017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4746989225658291017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4746989225658291017' title='tribute'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-7664669382232674493</id><published>2007-10-21T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:30:51.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people are good for the heart, some for the mind, and others for the soul. It doesn't matter what you do with them, they're just good for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-7664669382232674493?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/7664669382232674493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=7664669382232674493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7664669382232674493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/7664669382232674493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7664669382232674493' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-4751211776632010676</id><published>2007-10-20T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T01:15:19.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action - Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the gay community does in private is their private space," said Mr Tan, an executive director of a not-for-profit organisation. - Quote from the CNA website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally agree with you, Mr Tan. Which is why the law of a country should keep out of this private space. Your views, Mr Tan and that of "The Majority" as you call yourself, should not be imposed on the parts of other people's private lives that clearly do not concern you. There is no "silent majority" that supports you. If they are silent, that means they are not concerned enough to support anyone. You cannot lay claim on an indifferent population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indifference is NOT support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anyone in this country get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4751211776632010676?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4751211776632010676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4751211776632010676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4751211776632010676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4751211776632010676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4751211776632010676' title='Action - Reaction'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-6377653793416361574</id><published>2007-10-17T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:18:56.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes to self from some time ago..</title><content type='html'>29 Aug 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dreams, complete opposite faces of the same coin. Scares you to hell. In the same breath a peek into happy endings of beautiful possibilities and a backhanded slap of a reminder of all that is you that destroys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Oct 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love us. The way we laugh together, joke together; find our way through the implicit, ignore the blatantly obvious. In however far we've come, there is further to go and wherever we end up, we will always have what we've had and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rainy night&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;07&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a flame tree, stoic in the night&lt;br /&gt;breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unyielding in the hurricane of passion, bent over backwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a flame tree, stoic in the night&lt;br /&gt;breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12 Oct 07&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l am a mean person. Feeling happy for the heroine who gets the hottie is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15 Oct 07&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is only on days when the ocean is not enough that you discover the sky. And that vastness and the grace of its existence can only be uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Oct 07&lt;br /&gt;I am a slave to my history.  For every moment of triumph, there is a daunting, haunting expectation looming in my future. I am torn between fulfilling my future and fulfilling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-6377653793416361574?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/6377653793416361574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=6377653793416361574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/6377653793416361574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/6377653793416361574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6377653793416361574' title='Notes to self from some time ago..'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-8204087499461989938</id><published>2007-10-14T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T00:12:47.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance, and hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;A drink for one is never fun&lt;br /&gt;A sip deadens the pain&lt;br /&gt;She's sick of games and learning names&lt;br /&gt;She puts her black book away&lt;br /&gt;She scans the place for a friendly face&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;He took a chance on romance without knowing her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he moved in on a whim&lt;br /&gt;And now her house is their home&lt;br /&gt;She forgets the days of the drunken haze&lt;br /&gt;And waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;They lie in bed with nothing said&lt;br /&gt;As she gently falls asleep&lt;br /&gt;He thinks about how life would be if they didn't meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor and the DJ took it all in stride&lt;br /&gt;I hope she knows that she'll make a beautiful bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how life can change at the drop of a dime&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is a little faith that everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;So I raise my glass to better times&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I didn't miss my chance to see and end to misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor and the DJ took it all in stride&lt;br /&gt;I hope she knows that she'll make a beautiful bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doctor and the DJ -  Her Space Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-8204087499461989938?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/8204087499461989938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=8204087499461989938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8204087499461989938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8204087499461989938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8204087499461989938' title='Chance, and hope'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-955732366618867509</id><published>2007-09-29T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T02:47:36.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I get it - It will never happen. Then why can't i get over it?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-955732366618867509?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/955732366618867509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=955732366618867509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/955732366618867509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/955732366618867509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#955732366618867509' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-6387949175451219814</id><published>2007-09-16T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:41:02.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Petite Mort</title><content type='html'>Drizzle a tiny stream of hot chocolate over a perfectly risen souffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierce through the delicate, spongy exterior to excavate a teaspoonful and bring it towards your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for the caress of warm, caramel flavoured comfort as the impossibly light custard fills the cavity of your mouth, followed by an almost orgasmic rush of adrenaline as the hotter flow of pure, exhilarating chocolate rolls over your tongue and makes your toes curl and fills you with a desperate need to groan with the waves of pleasure hitting you over and over again. A buzz flows though your veins and you body clenches as  sensations build towards a climax but just moments before you release a screamed prayer, an icy mint flavour cuts in to cool off the hot and painful pleasure, slowing down your pounding heart, relief washes over entire body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The After Eight Souffle by The Chocolate Factory.  I could only bear 2 spoonfuls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, you have my infinite gratitude for creating the genius and inspiration for such a divine creation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-6387949175451219814?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/6387949175451219814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=6387949175451219814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/6387949175451219814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/6387949175451219814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#6387949175451219814' title='La Petite Mort'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-9114529252417507147</id><published>2007-09-03T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:10:41.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word</title><content type='html'>Ok I really need to think more before I can properly write a review but in a nugget, its a soap with proper acting. it does get a little trashy sometimes but it at least feels very real. Not sure if it really is life-like and maybe not everyone will get the political and social messages without some prompting but it is definitely a good watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shane is so hot!! i am so in love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoon&amp;amp;sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-9114529252417507147?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/9114529252417507147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=9114529252417507147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/9114529252417507147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/9114529252417507147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#9114529252417507147' title='The L Word'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-3766714618799525386</id><published>2007-08-30T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:07:30.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An ideal death</title><content type='html'>Ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-3766714618799525386?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/3766714618799525386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=3766714618799525386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3766714618799525386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/3766714618799525386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3766714618799525386' title='An ideal death'/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-4600648075686504168</id><published>2007-08-23T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:40:38.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo needs a Buy-a-Macbook fund... *tear* says:&lt;br /&gt;shit.. i hate to say this&lt;br /&gt;boo needs a Buy-a-Macbook fund... *tear* says:&lt;br /&gt;but losing my laptop feels a helluvalot like breaking up.&lt;br /&gt; -tush-  says:&lt;br /&gt;whyyyy &lt;br /&gt;boo needs a Buy-a-Macbook fund... *tear* says:&lt;br /&gt;heart pain   and i'm missing it already!&lt;br /&gt;boo needs a Buy-a-Macbook fund... *tear* says:&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;boo needs a Buy-a-Macbook fund... *tear* says:&lt;br /&gt;i think this is like.. fear of losing it&lt;br /&gt;boo needs a Buy-a-Macbook fund... *tear* says:&lt;br /&gt;this is the " oh god is he going to dump me" part&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-4600648075686504168?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/4600648075686504168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=4600648075686504168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4600648075686504168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/4600648075686504168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4600648075686504168' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7671792.post-1072669532430762566</id><published>2007-08-15T08:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:51:30.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello y'all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected to say this at this age but these past couple of days, I've been insanely contented. haha.. Being in Canberra, and more because of staying with Tush and Sharon, I've found a lifestyle that's come as close to my ideal as ever. Reading by the lake, (cold spray and pigeon terrorists included), having coffee and meals at places that are unique and appreciated for their individual decor,  atmosphere and flavours like Jones the grocer, the turkish place, Koko Black, and the best, only because I've missed it so much - Nando's! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, dinners at home and each other's homes. I love the company who have been so readily accepting of meeting new people and being inclusive during conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as natural as it is to Tush and co, (hehe) it isn't something that is on the spur of the moment.  Hosts plan a week ahead and so do guests, and they won't cancel at the last minute because their tired. You might argue that they don't have the work load we do but it doesn't mean we can break our own word right? So to all whom I've done this to - my sincerest apologies. I will not do it again. And I will of course, endeavour to cook and treat you to something vaguely edible, with lots of wine at mine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really isn't the lifestyle in Singapore but since when have I made that my benchmark, right? So at this moment I'm quite determined to live as I feel I should.  That means deciding when I will cook and make time to get grocceries and go home early.  That means I will plan what to do during the weekends, even if it is to go to the beach to read, so that I will be able to do it, and then I can start liking my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of course, the same goes to work as well - phew..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-1072669532430762566?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/1072669532430762566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=1072669532430762566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1072669532430762566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/1072669532430762566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1072669532430762566' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7671792.post-8040495959550897973</id><published>2007-08-11T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:51:33.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Righto.. here’s post 1 of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;HOLIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Haha..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;They day didn’t start too wonderfully with a load of stuff to do.. but thankfully we had a meeting that ended early so I didn’t have to worry about missing my flight.. thank goodness!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dinner with Popeyes was nice, with Ridz and there after… was the flight! One of the more interesting flights, I must say. I was seated between 2 guys – on the left was a nice cute Italian who didn’t speak much English and was really into his PSP. Haha.. and on the right was a Bulgarian fellow who was reading – guess what? Chaucer! Haha.. a Bulgarian translation of Chaucer, beat that! We started talking about it and he’s apparently read Tolstoy, and other European authors. When was the last time you met someone who’s not a teacher or student and reading such literature for leisure? Even though he wasn’t fluent in English, we had a lovely conversation about tone and nuances that are lost in the translation process.. nothing really academic but it was totally fun! Haha.. and the best part – He’s a truck driver living in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;. I love the world outside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So now I’m at the airport, 8am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; time and waiting for the coach into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Canberra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;. I managed to park myself right next to a power socket – yippee!! Unfortunately, wireless internet costs A$14.50 an hour so you’re getting a delayed post here… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;.. half the people here are asian.. I’m glad I decided to head for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Canberra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; instead.. haha.. but it also means that the people, in general, look twice better than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;. Obviously it’s not that all non-asians look good but they just seem to carry themselves with this confidence, regardless of whether they are the “common folk” or musicians or snowboarders that they are so much more attractive than the Asians who seem lost in their environment. Even when they’re in the majority back in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;.. sad isn’t it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I hope I can find the iRiver Clix here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Oh, and I LOVE THE COLD!!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Dinner was wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7671792-8040495959550897973?l=eventualities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/feeds/8040495959550897973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7671792&amp;postID=8040495959550897973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8040495959550897973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7671792/posts/default/8040495959550897973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eventualities.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8040495959550897973' title=''/><author><name>jasmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988306925457487645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
