<?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-4561409514673700394</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:55:05.871+08:00</updated><category term='Korea'/><category term='colleague'/><category term='workdesk'/><category term='travel'/><category term='toastmasters'/><category term='seoul'/><category term='food'/><category term='Insa-dong'/><category term='singapore'/><category term='art'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='congee'/><category term='Korean'/><title type='text'>Seeking a road less travelled</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my journey, watch me grow.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-1811422642831932222</id><published>2010-11-02T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:53:47.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate World sucks</title><summary type='text'>At times, I really hate myself when I had to stay back late in the office. There are tonnes of work to do, really. No doubt I enjoy being challenged with more responsibilities, I get burned out really fast. I am someone who needs work-life balance, I am someone who needs good people around me.

In a corporate world, everyone wears a mask to face one another. Sometimes, I too wear my mask. Yes, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/1811422642831932222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/11/corporate-world-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1811422642831932222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1811422642831932222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/11/corporate-world-sucks.html' title='Corporate World sucks'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-6575811576277928185</id><published>2010-10-19T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:05:39.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning a backpacking trip</title><summary type='text'>My next big trip for 2011 is going to be....... *drums roll* SOUTH KOREA!

But instead of signing up for a tour package just like everyone else, I am going to do it the DIY style. It will be a trip of exploration of the nature and the slower towns and cities. I wanted to do a solo trip initially, but a girlfriend wants to explore Korea too, so now I will have a companion! It will be a good chance</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/6575811576277928185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/10/planning-backpacking-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6575811576277928185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6575811576277928185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/10/planning-backpacking-trip.html' title='Planning a backpacking trip'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-8346565922636510519</id><published>2010-10-17T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:57:18.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the girlfriend and her married life</title><summary type='text'>The girlfriend who used to party harder than me, always had more fun than me, settled down about 2 years ago after meeting her Mr Right. Her life changed dramatically, just like her dramatic personality. But this change is something that is normal and also noble. I had the chance to feel this change when I stayed over at her place because the husband was away. Seeing her going around with a big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/8346565922636510519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/10/seeing-girlfriend-and-her-married-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8346565922636510519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8346565922636510519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/10/seeing-girlfriend-and-her-married-life.html' title='Seeing the girlfriend and her married life'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-7891869719924416328</id><published>2010-10-14T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:53:12.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenging or what?</title><summary type='text'>Worklife has been super imbalanced these days, ever since some colleagues left. My share of responsibilities has seen a threefold growth. The job is getting challenging. For someone like me who likes to gek kiang and challenge myself, I should be goddam happy about it. But somehow, it feels empty to be challenging myself so hard and I don't get any kick out of this.

Something is lacking. Don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/7891869719924416328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/10/challenging-or-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7891869719924416328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7891869719924416328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/10/challenging-or-what.html' title='Challenging or what?'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-3059187656728420075</id><published>2010-09-29T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:08:41.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shalt not entertain the self-centered attention suckers</title><summary type='text'>If the only things that you can do around me is to joke around, talk crap, and getting all my attention but not hearing what I have to say, then get lost. I can't stand self-centeredness, neither can I stand stupidity nor feigning stupid. Yes, I can't stand bimbos.

Get real around me you bitch.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/3059187656728420075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/09/thou-shalt-not-entertain-self-centered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3059187656728420075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3059187656728420075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/09/thou-shalt-not-entertain-self-centered.html' title='Thou Shalt not entertain the self-centered attention suckers'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-5752963176612465859</id><published>2010-08-23T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:24:59.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><summary type='text'>KL, Hanoi, Hong Kong, Phuket. Holidaying is never enough. I still feel the urge to go holiday, but I guess for the rest of year, I have to work doubly hard and leave the travelling plans to next year.

I have been staying away from the blog for sometime, because I need to focus my energy on the tonnes of things I need to do.

Work work work, I'll switch into the workaholic mode till 31st December</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/5752963176612465859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5752963176612465859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5752963176612465859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/THFdF-9CdwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_8MjpYcMMhM/s72-c/2010-08-13+15.32.31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-1624819677062149856</id><published>2010-07-29T02:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T02:53:07.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can’t sleep</title><summary type='text'>Because I’m troubled. Why are human minds so complicated?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/1624819677062149856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1624819677062149856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1624819677062149856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-sleep.html' title='Can’t sleep'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4462558117664904330</id><published>2010-07-25T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:24:31.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful weekend</title><summary type='text'>Whole of Saturday was spent preparing for the monthly discussion meeting. I was supposed to share a testimonial, but somehow I felt very resistent about it. It's a testimonial that I have never openly shared before and the thought of opening my heart to so many people just scares me. Eventually, I did and really hate myself for feeling so emotional over it. No matter how much I kept preparing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4462558117664904330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/07/eventful-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4462558117664904330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4462558117664904330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/07/eventful-weekend.html' title='Eventful weekend'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-6589040759089274952</id><published>2010-07-19T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:16:28.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my sanity</title><summary type='text'>Horrible news last friday, have been dragging myself to work lately, and harbouring thoughts about taking MC or urgent leave. Its not healthy at all.

I think I'm feeling all stressed up, after just recovering from a real bad flu, which really slowed me down. I think i must go back to doing yoga no matter how little time i have. Need to destress.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/6589040759089274952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/07/losing-my-sanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6589040759089274952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6589040759089274952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/07/losing-my-sanity.html' title='Losing my sanity'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4160193991819090564</id><published>2010-07-10T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:04:56.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know too little about love</title><summary type='text'>Can love be as simple and pure as itself? Without consideration of other factors like status, interests, financial standing, values etc?

I think pure love only exist in dramas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4160193991819090564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-know-too-little-about-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4160193991819090564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4160193991819090564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-know-too-little-about-love.html' title='I know too little about love'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-9142683778087144431</id><published>2010-07-02T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T01:34:06.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing some life</title><summary type='text'>Yea, I think I've forgotten how to play for the past one year. Its always good to be able to chill out with pals and talk crap, crap that I'm able to appreciate and cracking up over some silly topics. Chilling out with people I love just makes life so much easier... they ain't self-centered who just constantly babbles about their own life, the flow of conversation was a mixture of everything. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/9142683778087144431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/07/breathing-some-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/9142683778087144431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/9142683778087144431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/07/breathing-some-life.html' title='Breathing some life'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4430612059703920998</id><published>2010-06-24T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:29:34.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old problems back to haunt me</title><summary type='text'>My blog is growing spidey webs... but too bad, im here to grumble.

I am seriously over-worked, the gastiritis that stayed dormant for the past 8 years is acting up. Painful.

I don't know if its good news or bad news. I am told that I will need to help out with some new projects, and I am suppose to let go some work so I could work on those. It seems like an upgrade of jobscope... but everyone's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4430612059703920998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-problems-back-to-haunt-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4430612059703920998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4430612059703920998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-problems-back-to-haunt-me.html' title='old problems back to haunt me'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-341499671025355406</id><published>2010-06-04T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:57:26.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreaming again</title><summary type='text'>I don't hate my job, but I definitely don't like it enough to want to do the same thing for the rest of my life. I have always been proud of the fact that I am one who seeks the balance, ie. work-life balance. But honestly, I am not balancing it well now. I stop having life for sometime and have devoted too much time at work. Or did I divert my attention from school work to work?

These days, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/341499671025355406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/06/daydreaming-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/341499671025355406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/341499671025355406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/06/daydreaming-again.html' title='Daydreaming again'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-3809366690423385580</id><published>2010-05-23T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:55:18.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a true holiday?</title><summary type='text'>The food, the people and the feelings I got from the Hanoi trip sums up to be a fantastic holiday. I realised vacations filled with touristy activities and overdose of photos taking are nothing. I used to take holiday trips and did the typical tourist activities. Now, the memories of those destinations just fades away over time, even with plenty of photographs. Ironic. Totally meaningless. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/3809366690423385580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-makes-true-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3809366690423385580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3809366690423385580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-makes-true-holiday.html' title='What makes a true holiday?'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/S_gIDuTXNtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tEFI0KbSDRk/s72-c/IMAGE_197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-6532606868056369404</id><published>2010-05-13T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T01:24:12.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally going for holiday! But...</title><summary type='text'>I am so worn out by the tonnes of workload. The trip is tomorrow, but I have to work for the first half of day before rushing home to get my luggage for the evening flight.
What a rush....

I can't imagine.... if I didn't get this short break from my studies, how packed my schedule would be... and how I would cope?
Seriously, how to get out of this rut? Fatigue....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/6532606868056369404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-going-for-holiday-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6532606868056369404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6532606868056369404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-going-for-holiday-but.html' title='Finally going for holiday! But...'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-763265794908454897</id><published>2010-04-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:08:23.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibilities</title><summary type='text'>Isn't it a long word to spell? And its quite a mouthful word to pronounce with 6 syllabus. Responsibilities is indeed a heavy word. When I see "leadership", I see "responsibilities".

I wonder what pushes me to take up leadership roles?
In Soka, I took up the leadership role to strengthen my faith. It has been a few years, but I haven't seen myself growing and developing well in this role. Rather</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/763265794908454897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/04/responsibilities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/763265794908454897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/763265794908454897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/04/responsibilities.html' title='Responsibilities'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-463208555567253539</id><published>2010-04-21T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T00:56:37.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to train a dragon?</title><summary type='text'>This is the 1st movie I watched for year 2010, and hopefully more to come. Yes, I am sooo busy that I have no time for entertainment since the new year started.

Anyway, this movie was a great start and it is definitely worthy as a movie to re-watch or to buy the DVD for collection.

The movie is not just about how to train a Dragon, it also convey meaningful messages through the story. In the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/463208555567253539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-train-dragon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/463208555567253539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/463208555567253539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-train-dragon.html' title='How to train a dragon?'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-8891640648074262542</id><published>2010-04-15T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:18:00.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over, huuu huuu!!!</title><summary type='text'>Time to reward myself, time to take good care of myself. I've been neglecting myself too much and am in a desperate state to make good the damages.
Health and fitness, socialising, doing the things I like, continuing with the Korean language course that has been put on hiatus, reading books (not textbooks for now). All in all, I will have a whale of a time by packing up the calendar.

Bye Bye </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/8891640648074262542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/04/exams-are-over-huuu-huuu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8891640648074262542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8891640648074262542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/04/exams-are-over-huuu-huuu.html' title='Exams are over, huuu huuu!!!'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-1710829286951140014</id><published>2010-04-09T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T01:07:35.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it efficient to do overtime?</title><summary type='text'>The March mayhem was just over, but April doesn't seem any better, despite the fact that it ought to be a slow month. I am given more responsibilities now, I wonder if it has anything to do with the not-too-bad appraisal. If it does, I sure hope the remuneration will be adjusted soon. Keeping my fingers crossed.

Back to the question, is it efficient to do overtime? No, not at all. My brain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/1710829286951140014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-it-efficient-to-do-overtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1710829286951140014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1710829286951140014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-it-efficient-to-do-overtime.html' title='Is it efficient to do overtime?'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-5255677659800910207</id><published>2010-04-08T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:38:39.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait for my much deserved break</title><summary type='text'>I just cleared one paper today. Relieved. One more paper next week and I can finally relax.
There's not much of interesting happenings in my life right not. Its all about work and school, peppered with occasional toastmaster and soka commitments. No time for movies, no time for friends, no time for yoga.

Whatever is going to happen to me? I am so boring.

KL, Hanoi, Phuket -- I just need a break</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/5255677659800910207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/04/cant-wait-for-my-much-deserved-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5255677659800910207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5255677659800910207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/04/cant-wait-for-my-much-deserved-break.html' title='Can&apos;t wait for my much deserved break'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-2307826310932502729</id><published>2010-03-26T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:20:03.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't compare with others, compare with yesterday</title><summary type='text'>人的一生取決於努力多少、方向正確與否。不是和別人比，而是和昨天的自己比.前進一步就是勝利。-- 池田先生
This wise guidance was by Ikeda Sensei. I felt it today. I could feel that I am better than yesterday, and I see improvement everyday. I'm talking about my work.

After a long hiatus from Toastmaster, I was back last night. I took on the role of a project evaluator. Even though it was not the best evaluation, it was my best thus far. Even I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/2307826310932502729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-compare-with-others-compare-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2307826310932502729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2307826310932502729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-compare-with-others-compare-with.html' title='Don&apos;t compare with others, compare with yesterday'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-6726710476631447304</id><published>2010-03-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:08:40.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kovan is a hidden gem</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to a friend who recommended a Thai restaurant for my birthday treat -- Nakhon  Kitchen. That's when I realised I don't need to go too far to have great food because its all in the vicinity of Hougang! More reasons to ask all my NEL-ians out for gathering.


I googled 'Kovan Thai food' and realised many people have good reviews about this little secret place. Well, I guess its not so secret</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/6726710476631447304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/03/kovan-is-hidden-gem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6726710476631447304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6726710476631447304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/03/kovan-is-hidden-gem.html' title='Kovan is a hidden gem'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4126129062251269130</id><published>2010-03-21T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:28:30.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He denies</title><summary type='text'>Mr Mysterious send flowers again -- for my birthday. I emailed him, he denies.I believe him.

This mysterious act is freaking me out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4126129062251269130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-denies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4126129062251269130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4126129062251269130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-denies.html' title='He denies'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4704769950008292168</id><published>2010-03-18T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:43:16.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to myself</title><summary type='text'>Dear Lani,

Happy Birthday to you, time really flies. Before you realised it, you have already celebrated 27 birthdays since the day you were born. Of course, I'll save the typical birthday wishes, like stay young and pretty forever, may you find your prince charming and etc. Instead, I hope you grow wiser each day and always be better than yesterday. May you achieve your dreams as soon as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4704769950008292168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4704769950008292168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4704769950008292168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-myself.html' title='Happy Birthday to myself'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-8489911480262980028</id><published>2010-03-11T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:14:52.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tertiary Education merits or the soft skills?</title><summary type='text'>I've got a burning question, does the "brand" of your bachelor's degree really matters so much when it comes to career advancement?

I've asked this question to many of the seniors in this industry around me. So far, I've gotten mixed replies.

In my opinion, if I'm not going to work for the government sector, then it doesn't really matter. I choose to believe that my interpersonal skills and the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/8489911480262980028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/03/tertiary-education-merits-or-soft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8489911480262980028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8489911480262980028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/03/tertiary-education-merits-or-soft.html' title='Tertiary Education merits or the soft skills?'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-5048667707898206713</id><published>2010-03-09T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:25:14.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhasted</title><summary type='text'>We worked on the project for 12 straight hours on Sunday, from 10.30am to 10.30pm. I worked like a machine gun at work on Monday and Tuesday. It was non-stop, except I didn't OT because I had to go to school. Where did those energy came from? I wonder.

I am squeezing the last bit of it now and giving all my best so that the project can be submitted tomorrow.

Impending exams in April... I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/5048667707898206713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/03/exhasted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5048667707898206713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5048667707898206713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/03/exhasted.html' title='Exhasted'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-6346277142819607712</id><published>2010-03-06T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:48:31.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snip snip snip</title><summary type='text'>I made the stupidest decision yesterday by deciding to go for a haircut. It is too short!!!!!!
Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!! My beautiful hair's gone!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!!!!! Ahhhh!!!!!!!!

Please let my hair grow an inch by a day, pleaseeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!! Hurry up grow!!!!

If you see me in my silly short hair, please don't laugh... just be mesmerised by how i look. Just fool me with all your compliments </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/6346277142819607712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/03/snip-snip-snip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6346277142819607712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6346277142819607712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/03/snip-snip-snip.html' title='Snip snip snip'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-39988288274362211</id><published>2010-02-23T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:14:28.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing interest</title><summary type='text'>I ended 2009 in a busy mode. 2010 hasn't been much better. Despite the CNY festive period, I did not feel 'festive' at all.

The impossible workload in office is piling up. I stepped into office daily at 8.15am and I'm leaving office 12 hours and more later. Projects deadline and exams are coming yet again. What's new? Honestly, my life just repeats all these in a cycle. I'm pretty lifeless now. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/39988288274362211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/02/losing-interest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/39988288274362211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/39988288274362211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/02/losing-interest.html' title='Losing interest'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/S4Pwwpl0ISI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kHIjrSO3QBQ/s72-c/jkon647l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4378467176286338497</id><published>2010-02-11T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:55:03.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers from Mr Mysterious</title><summary type='text'>I figured out who is Mr Mysterious. Even though I wanted to thank him for being so sweet, I reckon its better not to. I just wonder if Mr Mysterious would be resourceful enough to find out if I quit my current workplace one fine day.

Nevetheless, the flowers brightened up my day as well as the office. Thanking him from the bottom of my heart would be good enough.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4378467176286338497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/02/flowers-from-mr-mysterious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4378467176286338497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4378467176286338497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/02/flowers-from-mr-mysterious.html' title='Flowers from Mr Mysterious'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-2733328745689889939</id><published>2010-02-09T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:43:24.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much good food</title><summary type='text'>The weekend that just passed was super unrested for me. I had weddings to attend on both Saturday and Sunday. Few hundred bucks poorer and few pounds heavier. I didn't know that my cousin dated her husband for 12 years already! Admiration for this couple to have stamina for such a long courtship.The other wedding was a poly friend of mine. I just discovered that we had so many common friends, the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/2733328745689889939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-much-good-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2733328745689889939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2733328745689889939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-much-good-food.html' title='Too much good food'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-3968800743836486916</id><published>2010-02-06T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:28:55.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxic friends?</title><summary type='text'>I remember I used to have this book called "How to deal with people you can't stand" but its nowhere to be found now. I think I gave it away. I started a kind act of giving lately, more about that later.

So lately I have been lamenting about energy drainers in my life. I thought alot about this and kept thinking if I am the negative person instead who starts to think negatively about other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/3968800743836486916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/02/toxic-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3968800743836486916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3968800743836486916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/02/toxic-friends.html' title='Toxic friends?'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-1568054069234227227</id><published>2010-02-04T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:33:01.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The people who drains energy away from you</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever felt mentally drained after talking to someone? I do.

These type of people only talks about themselves, are only interested in themselves and at times, really rude. Because they take everything from you, but never give back in return. I label these people as 'energy drainers'. 

Where are my mentors in life? I want to surround my life with people that can influence me positively. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/1568054069234227227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-who-drains-energy-away-from-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1568054069234227227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1568054069234227227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-who-drains-energy-away-from-you.html' title='The people who drains energy away from you'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-5690467151738274685</id><published>2010-01-31T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:24:49.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding bells are ringing. No, its not me.</title><summary type='text'>People, 1 out of the 12 months in 2010 will be over in a few hours time, isn't it scary!!?

Oh this 1 month... or rather for the past 2-3 months, I have been busy busy busy. My personal time in terms of socialising and exercising has been drastically reduced. See, even blogging frequency has reduced significantly. There are different stages in life, I am in the stage of pursuing education and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/5690467151738274685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedding-bells-are-ringing-no-its-not-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5690467151738274685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5690467151738274685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedding-bells-are-ringing-no-its-not-me.html' title='Wedding bells are ringing. No, its not me.'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-1523367693241002833</id><published>2010-01-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:58:41.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The path to happiness is.... ?</title><summary type='text'>Find problems.

Like duh....? But it is true. If you are living a smooth sailing life, you probably won't be happy. Career, no problems. Family, no problems. Love life, no problems. Sounds perfect? But think for a moment, if you were really living a life like that, will you be happy?

When we strive and struggle and overcome problems, don't we always feel a great sense of satisfaction or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/1523367693241002833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/01/path-to-happiness-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1523367693241002833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1523367693241002833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/01/path-to-happiness-is.html' title='The path to happiness is.... ?'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-656325447442119040</id><published>2010-01-09T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:14:37.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The temptions in 2010 that would help empty your wallet</title><summary type='text'>It would be gadgets and cheap airfares to the region.

Iphone is sweeping the whole world off their feet, and Android phones are determine to win some fans over. Honestly, I am tempted by what Android phones can offer. Although I don't own an iphone now, the wonderful experience I have with my itouch has been a very good preview on what Apple is capable of. Technology is moving so fast! I have to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/656325447442119040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/01/temptions-in-2010-that-would-help-empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/656325447442119040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/656325447442119040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/01/temptions-in-2010-that-would-help-empty.html' title='The temptions in 2010 that would help empty your wallet'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-68983972367153128</id><published>2010-01-03T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:51:20.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year de-cluttering</title><summary type='text'>My Christmas was packed to the max with activities, hence I decided that New Year must be peaceful, so that i can get some rest. Well, I counted down to 2010 at Lunar Bar with friends.Still couldn't convince myself that I should count down quietly at home with my dog and my computer. Well, I drank enough, dance enough, and went home in one piece.

My cluttered room was in need of some major </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/68983972367153128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-de-cluttering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/68983972367153128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/68983972367153128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-de-cluttering.html' title='New Year de-cluttering'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-432238849347279496</id><published>2009-12-28T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:32:40.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making dreams and living your dreams</title><summary type='text'>I was reading someone's blog today. He wrote about his dreams and how he was living his dreams. But there were up and down moments for him. I could tell that it wasn't easy, he was young in terms of age, but he is definitely much more mature than his peers.

He led me to think about my dreams too. I haven't forgotten them, but sometimes I am so caught up with the mundanes of life that I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/432238849347279496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-dreams-and-living-your-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/432238849347279496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/432238849347279496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-dreams-and-living-your-dreams.html' title='Making dreams and living your dreams'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-7229095413856661700</id><published>2009-12-27T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:59:05.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas feasting non-stop</title><summary type='text'>It was not a quiet Christmas this year. I went from gathering to gathering, and ate junk-food all the time. Because I was guilty of eating so much, I went swimming yesterday. Wrong move. The pool was super crowded. But at least I get a nice darker skin tone. Evening was feasting and Wii session at friend's place. The wii and swimming on the same day prove to be potent. By end of the night, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/7229095413856661700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-feasting-non-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7229095413856661700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7229095413856661700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-feasting-non-stop.html' title='X&apos;mas feasting non-stop'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4436297655623028962</id><published>2009-12-23T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:25:10.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas wishes</title><summary type='text'>Hohoho.... its that time of the year again. Early X'mas greetings to everyone. 

December has always been a mixed feelings month for me every year. For most people, its the holiday and festive season, so generally, people are happier and more relaxed. But for me, its always the busiest month and especially so for 2009. My blog entries are dwindling... already a sign of the little time I have. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4436297655623028962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4436297655623028962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4436297655623028962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-wishes.html' title='X&apos;mas wishes'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-2684796376975256251</id><published>2009-12-10T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:54:50.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><summary type='text'>.... to blogging! Exams are just over so I finally have the mood to write some things here.

Have been sleeping late and the lack of sleep are all showing up on my eye bags! Zzz... studying has made me a dull and tired person! The sickening thing is, the timetable is so back to back, my classes are going to resume next week! Why can't the school let me enjoy the Christmas first before the new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/2684796376975256251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2684796376975256251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2684796376975256251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-6744272194106972703</id><published>2009-11-30T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:21:18.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The (weird) things I do when I'm too stressed up</title><summary type='text'>I used to cut my hair whenever I feel stressful, but that was in the past. Hence, I never had the chance to grow out my hair. I think the current hair length is the longest I have manage to grow up to for the past 26 years of my life.
I am determine to grow it longer, yet I am also so tempted to cut it away. I just don't feel feminine is my style.

Anyhow, instead of cutting it, I highlighted my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/6744272194106972703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/11/weird-things-i-do-when-im-too-stressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6744272194106972703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6744272194106972703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/11/weird-things-i-do-when-im-too-stressed.html' title='The (weird) things I do when I&apos;m too stressed up'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-2097961522352612871</id><published>2009-11-25T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:24:50.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Jovi : We weren't born to follow</title><summary type='text'>This meaningful song goes out to all of you! (listen to my mixpod on the right hand side)

Lyrics :
This one goes out to the man who mines for miracles
This one goes out to the ones in need
This one goes out to the sinner and the cynical
This ain't about no apology

This road was paved by the hopeless and the hungry
This road was paved by the winds of change
Walking beside the guilty and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/2097961522352612871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/11/bon-jovi-we-werent-born-to-follow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2097961522352612871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2097961522352612871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/11/bon-jovi-we-werent-born-to-follow.html' title='Bon Jovi : We weren&apos;t born to follow'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-3617490688764944600</id><published>2009-11-23T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:29:25.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas woes solved</title><summary type='text'>Every year Christmas, I am always very vexed. All because of the Christmas gift exchange. Its not that I hate shopping, but I just hate shopping in crowded places. And honestly, there is no quiet shopping malls in Singapore when its the Christmas season. Everyone goes crazy shopping for gifts, and retailers bank in on this opportunity by coming up with "Christmas gifts". Cosmetics and parfume </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/3617490688764944600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-woes-solved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3617490688764944600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3617490688764944600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-woes-solved.html' title='Christmas woes solved'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SwqcHhzPsKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/O2S0cpjGKUQ/s72-c/IMAGE_167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-3437190952990428022</id><published>2009-11-20T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:58:51.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The homeland with no identity</title><summary type='text'>I don't think I am alone in feeling this way, that Singapore is starting to become overcrowded. During peak hours, on weekends, the mountain loads of people just drives me crazy. That probably explain why I refuse to go to town areas on weekends. In any case, Singapore is so boring that the only place people can go to is shopping malls. The fact that more and more shopping malls are built all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/3437190952990428022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/11/homeland-with-no-identity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3437190952990428022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3437190952990428022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/11/homeland-with-no-identity.html' title='The homeland with no identity'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-958888471802549034</id><published>2009-11-15T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:16:19.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly, I'm very stressed up now</title><summary type='text'>Because I have so much catching up to do for my exams. I am on the verge of crying now...

If you happen to see me, please crack some jokes and cheer me up, I'll appreciate that very much. Meanwhile, I have to get out of this house and head to Mcd to study.

Sobs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/958888471802549034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/11/honestly-im-very-stressed-up-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/958888471802549034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/958888471802549034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/11/honestly-im-very-stressed-up-now.html' title='Honestly, I&apos;m very stressed up now'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-8787312711805671381</id><published>2009-11-13T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:35:14.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Positive</title><summary type='text'>Seems like I haven't been blogging lately, that's because I have been sick for the whole of last week. My system was drugged with drowsy medicine and was in no state of mind to write. Work is piling up higher, the peak period before the Christmas holidays. But I am thankful for that, because learning-on-the-job is taking place and the things that I learnt -- its growing at an exponential rate. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/8787312711805671381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-positive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8787312711805671381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8787312711805671381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-positive.html' title='Being Positive'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-2924522521862781980</id><published>2009-11-01T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:17:51.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evaluating others</title><summary type='text'>In a toastmasters' meeting, other than doing our project speeches and learning to speak off the cuff, one other important skill that we learn is evaluating others. Often, people are quick to point out someone elses' mistakes and impulsively shoot down the other person without much thought. I don't think I belong to that category, and I hope not. In toastmasters, we learn how to criticise in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/2924522521862781980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/11/evaluating-others.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2924522521862781980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2924522521862781980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/11/evaluating-others.html' title='Evaluating others'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-244679813139291561</id><published>2009-10-30T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:37:53.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*knock knock*</title><summary type='text'>Opportunities are knocking on my door. Something that I'm doing must be right and I have been able to attract the right kind of people into my life.
I know I have the attitude, so now I'm questioning if I have that aptitude for it. I always remember that one must always step out of comfort zone in order to see changes. Whether the outcome is good or bad, stepping out is the 1st step.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/244679813139291561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/knock-knock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/244679813139291561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/244679813139291561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/knock-knock.html' title='*knock knock*'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-9123872743483506773</id><published>2009-10-27T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:46:44.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing me softly</title><summary type='text'>Today was the last submission of projects for this semester. My whole mind was on it for the past weeks and what a sigh of relief now that its over. The classes for this semester will end next week so that we'll have a month to prepare for exams. That means I will have time on Wednesday evenings to attend toastmaster meetings! I desperately need to go back to clock my 'airtime' before my speaking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/9123872743483506773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/killing-me-softly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/9123872743483506773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/9123872743483506773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/killing-me-softly.html' title='Killing me softly'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-9162417608384033540</id><published>2009-10-25T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:08:36.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling fever</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday went cycling from East Coast Park to Changi Beach. This is the 2nd time i'm trying out this route, except that this round, it was a continuous ride, with 3 5-minutes break in between. It is a real good workout... but the sun was so scorching hot that I'm suffering from a slight sunburn now.

I definitely want to try cycling the whole Park Connector Network the next time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/9162417608384033540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/cycling-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/9162417608384033540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/9162417608384033540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/cycling-fever.html' title='Cycling fever'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-5229882490184585894</id><published>2009-10-22T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:33:25.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling slowly</title><summary type='text'>Its been sometime since my heart flutters for someone, I can even feel air beneath my steps. His smiles just melts my heart away...

I am so hopelessly smitten, gotta snap out of it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/5229882490184585894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling-slowly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5229882490184585894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5229882490184585894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling-slowly.html' title='Falling slowly'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4787694380575383034</id><published>2009-10-19T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:41:38.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to shift the sleeping cycle?</title><summary type='text'>My biggest problem now, lacking of sleep and unhealthy sleeping habits. How do people wake up by 5 am? Because they sleep early. Mr T said that he lose weight by willing himself to do it, that's powerful. Surely I can will myself to wake up at 5? Damn it.... i need to change my lifestyle!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4787694380575383034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-shift-sleeping-cycle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4787694380575383034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4787694380575383034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-shift-sleeping-cycle.html' title='How to shift the sleeping cycle?'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-6647384221811472852</id><published>2009-10-14T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:53:08.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immune system down</title><summary type='text'>What is the worst feeling ever? Throat starts to get inflame, ulcer, feverish, dizzy spells... amidst all these, I had to wake up from bed to study for my school test tonight, and to carry on with the project assignment so that I can show the draft to lecturer tonight. While I thought I am getting better, my nose starts to get runny.... I only get a miserable 1 day MC. If only the H1N1 viral is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/6647384221811472852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/immune-system-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6647384221811472852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6647384221811472852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/immune-system-down.html' title='Immune system down'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-209231746653970459</id><published>2009-10-13T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:45:58.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decluttering</title><summary type='text'>Once in a while, I feel like detoxing. Getting rid of toxins in my body, as well as my mind. The body toxins gotta wait till I have the time to be home alone for a couple of days, cos the toilet has to be within walking distance. Its the toxins in my head that I want to rid of. Certain things in life are just not that 'healthy', such as, watching dramas about the perfect love that doesn't exist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/209231746653970459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/decluttering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/209231746653970459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/209231746653970459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/decluttering.html' title='Decluttering'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4841415969930659598</id><published>2009-10-10T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:19:15.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF? not for me...</title><summary type='text'>Everyone starts to get excited when they know its Friday, and they like to thank God for that... i wonder what has Friday got to do with God? No offence to believers of God, cos I just don't understand how this term is being coined. There is indeed a reason to be happy about when you know you don't have to work for the next 2 days. But to me, Friday is the day I feel most drained because working </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4841415969930659598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/tgif-not-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4841415969930659598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4841415969930659598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/tgif-not-for-me.html' title='TGIF? not for me...'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-7815362352781317290</id><published>2009-10-08T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:14:38.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sign of stress?</title><summary type='text'>The migraine started from bad to worse, since Monday. It's a sign that I am too stressed up? I have no idea... all I know is, I have been sleeping alot today, I hope I'm able to fall back to sleep later.

Someone told me, I am too busy. I know I am.... I also know I'm pretty bad at managing my time, and learning to say NO. I need to have some fun, to break away from doing the 'too serious' stuffs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/7815362352781317290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/sign-of-stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7815362352781317290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7815362352781317290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/sign-of-stress.html' title='A sign of stress?'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-1765037340122930773</id><published>2009-10-03T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:41:36.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My experience as an Emcee</title><summary type='text'>In every experience, bad or good, there is bound to be something that you can learn from it. That is the attitude that I carried towards the event today.

I'll use a few words to sum up my feelings -- exhilaration, frustration, heart-attacks but great sense of achievement. I won't say that the whole event was executed in the best fashion, but all in all, it was an enriching experience. A simple </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/1765037340122930773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-experience-as-emcee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1765037340122930773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1765037340122930773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-experience-as-emcee.html' title='My experience as an Emcee'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-3087431769453727374</id><published>2009-10-03T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T02:17:44.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not that funny at all</title><summary type='text'>I just came home from a movie, it was supposed to be funny, but it wasn't.


I'm sorry to say this, but Adam Sandler is really not that funny in this movie. Maybe my expectations were hyped up by the movie title 'Funny People'. There were moments that were hilarious, but mostly, I kept thinking to myself... 'its too slaptick... or its too American'. Asians might not be able to relate to those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/3087431769453727374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-not-that-funny-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3087431769453727374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3087431769453727374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-not-that-funny-at-all.html' title='It&apos;s not that funny at all'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SsZB3t7ZXTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9i-qL3uQZQo/s72-c/fpposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-8013415944631170507</id><published>2009-10-01T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:13:52.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single woes</title><summary type='text'>They say the pasture is always greener on the other side. When I made the decision to be single, I was happy because the relationship was getting no where. Life being single is great, no denies about that. At the same time, I have to admit that I do feel lonely at times. The loneliness crept it at times when I am most busy, contradicting? I don't feel I'm ready to commit into a relationship yet, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/8013415944631170507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/single-woes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8013415944631170507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8013415944631170507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/10/single-woes.html' title='Single woes'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-1974677394965713433</id><published>2009-09-30T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:24:08.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am extending my invitation to you...</title><summary type='text'>I'm not sure how effective is it for me to announce here, but nevertheless, I'd still try.

PA Humourous Speech Contest 2009 - Finals

It is happening on 3rd October 2009, which also falls on Mid-Autum Festival, how auspicious is that?
Details as follows :-

Event : 6th People's Association Humourous Speech Contest 2009
Date : 3rd October 2009
Time : 1 - 5pm
Venue : Cheng San Community Club

Why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/1974677394965713433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-extending-my-invitation-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1974677394965713433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1974677394965713433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-extending-my-invitation-to-you.html' title='I am extending my invitation to you...'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-6200964613918511664</id><published>2009-09-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:58:56.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The uncles</title><summary type='text'>Right after my test today, I made my way to a meeting. A meeting that is, in my opinion, not a productive one. Sometimes, I really admire my own patience to sit through that. But if I skipped it, I may not get the information that I need in order to draft my Emcee script for this Saturday's event. That, is perhaps working towards my goal, to take every opportunity I can.

After the meeting ended,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/6200964613918511664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/uncles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6200964613918511664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6200964613918511664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/uncles.html' title='The uncles'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-5494627385483193188</id><published>2009-09-25T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:11:25.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your dream?</title><summary type='text'>Someone asked me yesterday, what would I want to be in future? This question is no stranger. But my answers to this question is usually ambiguous. The truth is, I am afraid to say it out, for fear that I would be laughed at. That's normal right? I have this fear because my dreams seem quite impossible at times, and that I'm afraid I would never be able to achieve it. Or along the way, I might </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/5494627385483193188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/someone-asked-me-yesterday-what-would-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5494627385483193188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5494627385483193188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/someone-asked-me-yesterday-what-would-i.html' title='What is your dream?'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-5335147954792755867</id><published>2009-09-17T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:44:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you measure success with?</title><summary type='text'>The type of car you drive? The size your wallet is? The type of house you own? The number of credit cards you have? The size of your bling? The brand of bag you carry?Material luxuries are merely by-products of wealth, in my opinion, but they are not enough to drive me to work hard. I don't like to work like a cow for the sake of a LV bag, its too shallow, and yeah.... makes me look like a stupid</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/5335147954792755867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-you-measure-success-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5335147954792755867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5335147954792755867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-you-measure-success-with.html' title='What do you measure success with?'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-2714805745706909636</id><published>2009-09-16T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:23:54.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a blur</title><summary type='text'>I am dead beat. My day to day is too long and stretch too far.Reach office by 8.15am....worked all the way to 6.30pm and off to school. Dinner is always junk food because I don't have time to sit down and have a meal.Then classes stretch all the way to 9.45pm, reach home about 10.45pm, ate some 'dinner' which is real late. Played with Joy a bit, time is already 11.45pm. Online time usually takes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/2714805745706909636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-blur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2714805745706909636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2714805745706909636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-blur.html' title='Life&apos;s a blur'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-7184347391009545423</id><published>2009-09-13T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:25:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your help</title><summary type='text'>I am collecting some data for my school project, will really appreciate if you can help me out with a survey. I promise you, this will not take up more than 10 minutes of your time.Click Here to take surveyI will also be really grateful if you can help me to circulate this link to increase my sample size.Kamsahamida! (Thank you)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/7184347391009545423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-your-help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7184347391009545423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7184347391009545423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-your-help.html' title='I need your help'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4840069198908881031</id><published>2009-09-12T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:21:32.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of networking</title><summary type='text'>Some people has the fear of  networking events, especially when you know that you do not know 99% of the people there. I am fairly new in my area of work, hence I do not know many people within the industry. But when I was invited to a cocktail party for a work-related event, I immediately knew that I MUST go. I think tonight's event has been fruitful for me. Being there to link the names that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4840069198908881031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/importance-of-networking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4840069198908881031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4840069198908881031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/importance-of-networking.html' title='The Importance of networking'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4030943459408454366</id><published>2009-09-11T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:47:28.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alpha Female, 我是个大女人</title><summary type='text'>Someone has pointed out to me that I am the female version of 大男人. The best English term to describe this would probably be 'the alpha female'. Honestly, I have never thought of this. Maybe they are right, such conclusion must have derived from their observation of me.And come to think of it, I am not that 'family-oriented'. To ask me to conform into a traditional 'wife-fy' material like child </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4030943459408454366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/alpha-female.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4030943459408454366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4030943459408454366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/alpha-female.html' title='The Alpha Female, 我是个大女人'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-1309156193368490883</id><published>2009-09-08T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:08:21.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time for exercise? exscuses is the culprit</title><summary type='text'>In the midst of H1N1 and what not viruses that are spreading around, I did my best to keep healthy so that I don't fall sick easily. My office is a 'sick building' now, everyone around me is coughing non stop. And its hard not to spread the virus because we are all cooped up in an air-conditioned office environment. My busy schedule does not permit me to fall sick and still get by. Hence, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/1309156193368490883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-time-for-exercise-exscuses-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1309156193368490883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1309156193368490883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-time-for-exercise-exscuses-is.html' title='No time for exercise? exscuses is the culprit'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-276047677321437730</id><published>2009-09-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:34:51.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow me on Twitter</title><summary type='text'>I have just signed up for a twitter account. It's hard not to, just like facebook and friendster in the past. Social media is improving at such breakneck speed that I have to jump on before I get kick out. Afterall, I do belong to the Y-Generation. So if you have decided to get a twitter account, do look me up! http://twitter.com/lamlani 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/276047677321437730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/follow-me-on-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/276047677321437730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/276047677321437730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/follow-me-on-twitter.html' title='Follow me on Twitter'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-8941742354044562578</id><published>2009-09-04T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:19:35.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of order</title><summary type='text'>



Definition from 'Idioms and Phrases', dictionary.com :
Not functioning well, not operating properly or at all.

Clocked too much mileage and raced too much in the terrains. Needs to be send in to the workshop!
I need a brrrrreak,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/8941742354044562578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-order.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8941742354044562578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8941742354044562578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-order.html' title='Out of order'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/Sp_5n3b6SsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-CGkh2l3qOY/s72-c/out+of+order.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-6999194489557618041</id><published>2009-09-03T01:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:10:35.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How time flies</title><summary type='text'> How apt is my title? Very. I was reminded that 2010 is only about 4 months away and I really got a shock from it. No joke! Perhaps because I am still dreaming and living in 2008 / 2009. And that millennium year 2000 seem to be over just a few years back. But no.... it's gonna be a decade.At age 26, I can still stubbornly label myself belonging to 'mid twenties'. Now that I am approaching 27... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/6999194489557618041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6999194489557618041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6999194489557618041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-time-flies.html' title='How time flies'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/Sp600xDiOvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kf73pKTjz7w/s72-c/facebook+status.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-5736361141782662077</id><published>2009-09-01T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:21:06.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Routine starts again</title><summary type='text'>Let's have a look at my schedule from Monday through Friday, after getting off from work.Monday - SchoolTuesday - Korean ClassWednesday - SchoolThursday - nothing (but something is always filled on that day, since other days are blocked)Friday - Advance speechcraft (3 more Friday evenings to go)Saturday - emcee-ingSunday - touch base with my comradeslalalalala.... I am not getting much rest with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/5736361141782662077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/routine-starts-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5736361141782662077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5736361141782662077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/09/routine-starts-again.html' title='The Routine starts again'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-7672331117670870166</id><published>2009-08-26T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:56:54.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak for yourself</title><summary type='text'>Singlish is the trademark and part of the Singaporeans' culture, it represents us. There's many other versions as well, like Chinglish, Konglish, Spanglish etc. Is Singlish bad? Well, i'm sitting on the fence. On one hand, Singlish is the hallmark of Singaporean. On the other hand, it does not reflect well at work or in school or business, where we are expected to speak proper English. At the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/7672331117670870166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/speak-for-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7672331117670870166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7672331117670870166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/speak-for-yourself.html' title='Speak for yourself'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-2101573510233812542</id><published>2009-08-22T01:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:52:49.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Chocolate</title><summary type='text'>image taken from the dailygreen.comI love to eat chocolates, especially dark ones. The darker they are, the more bitter they are, the more I like it. It's a very special kind of food because of the contradicting feelings you get from it, and it resembles life.How is that so?We know chocolate is supposed to be sweet, but dark chocolates ain't all that sweet. At first bite, you would think that : </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/2101573510233812542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/dark-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2101573510233812542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2101573510233812542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/dark-chocolate.html' title='Dark Chocolate'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SpAvjlyVp4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/XLZ9efGz_HI/s72-c/dark-chocolate-super-food-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-7244791186350156685</id><published>2009-08-17T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:59:20.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*dance around*</title><summary type='text'>Exams over again..... man, this is a marathon race, exams every quarter. Time really zoom by when you are busy.My calendar is fully packed for September already, fantastic. Living life to the fullest and enjoying every moment of it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/7244791186350156685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7244791186350156685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7244791186350156685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance-around.html' title='*dance around*'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-6598012265862605503</id><published>2009-08-13T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:55:15.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogue with wise man</title><summary type='text'>What is leadership? What makes a business successful? How his mentor build his network in China? Those are the serious topics that I had with 2 wise men at the S-11 kopitiam last night. After an invigorating session of toastmaster chapter meeting, the coffeeshop talk is yet another mind blowing session. The things that I could learn from those conversations are precious knowledge that I would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/6598012265862605503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/dialogue-with-wise-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6598012265862605503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6598012265862605503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/dialogue-with-wise-man.html' title='Dialogue with wise man'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-8695213526313191129</id><published>2009-08-11T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:17:17.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed</title><summary type='text'>I blank out at the exam hall today, I hate myself. I can't believe my hard work goes down the drain like that.I can only pray that my content is still relevant despite me not getting the correct order of things. I am crushed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/8695213526313191129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/depressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8695213526313191129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8695213526313191129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/depressed.html' title='depressed'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-5221438247229051304</id><published>2009-08-11T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:56:39.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope analysis of Men</title><summary type='text'>Its 1.20am now but I'm logging in to blog. Its a way to destress.... weird right? I guess it helps because it brings my mind away from the books. I'm getting so nervous that I kept burping.Anyway, for the sake of blogging, I am finding a topic to write about... instead of writing about my exam blues.Horoscope analysis of Men. I am no expert in this, but I would say I have good observation skills </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/5221438247229051304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/horoscope-analysis-of-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5221438247229051304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5221438247229051304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/horoscope-analysis-of-men.html' title='Horoscope analysis of Men'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-7369080964774116386</id><published>2009-08-06T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:14:25.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><title type='text'>What do i do when i feel down?</title><summary type='text'>I need to laugh. The saying that says laughter is the best medicine? Yep, it works for me. That's the thing about me. I don't easily confide my problems, hence I keep to myself alot. And since I don't get the problems off my chest, something else needs to be released. Or else my head would get messed up.I'll drink wine, yes, even at home. I can sip wine while I type away at my laptop. It relaxes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/7369080964774116386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-i-do-when-i-feel-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7369080964774116386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7369080964774116386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-i-do-when-i-feel-down.html' title='What do i do when i feel down?'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-5565645016084101679</id><published>2009-08-04T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:56:16.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><title type='text'>The progress of my Korean Language learning path</title><summary type='text'>Some of you may know, that I have took up an elementary Korean Language course. How is my progress so far?So far so good. I have learn to recognise the fundamentals of the Hangul characters; the consonants &amp; the basic vowels and some simple phrases. I still rely on the romanization very much when I read, because the Hangul characters need more time for my brain to process it individually. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/5565645016084101679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/progress-of-my-korean-language-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5565645016084101679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5565645016084101679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/progress-of-my-korean-language-learning.html' title='The progress of my Korean Language learning path'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-6100425305447886924</id><published>2009-08-02T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:34:33.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of my uncle</title><summary type='text'>The life you ledsimple and carefreeThe smiles you hadsimple and pureThe thoughts you carrysimple yet lovingYour early departure, puts an end to your tortureBut your sudden departure, was not the best pictureYour selfless nature, seems the least matureFor not everyone could understand what you went throughThank you for your smileThank you for carrying meThank you for believing in meThank you for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/6100425305447886924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-memory-of-my-uncle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6100425305447886924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/6100425305447886924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-memory-of-my-uncle.html' title='In memory of my uncle'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-7412344066907226784</id><published>2009-07-29T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:20:02.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tempting offer to add on to my multi portfolio</title><summary type='text'>Doing volunteer work has always been at the back of my mind, but I never get down to doing it. Part of the reason, other than not having enough time, is the lack of kakis. Despite my independent personality, some things just won't do it without kakis egging you on. I remembered years ago, I signed myself up at NVPC online portal, wanting to contribute to society. Sadly, no one bothered to follow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/7412344066907226784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/tempting-offer-to-add-on-to-my-multi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7412344066907226784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7412344066907226784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/tempting-offer-to-add-on-to-my-multi.html' title='A tempting offer to add on to my multi portfolio'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-610971190961613608</id><published>2009-07-25T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:02:36.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Saturday</title><summary type='text'>Right now, as I'm typing this... I could feel my shoulders aching. Although it was a cycling trip, somehow my shoulders hurt more than the thighs. Something must be wrong with my posture. Anyway, it was a real good workout today. We cycled from east coast park and finished at changi beach. Total distance covered should be around 17km, and that's my record so far. I have never cycled THAT MUCH in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/610971190961613608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/610971190961613608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/610971190961613608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-saturday.html' title='Great Saturday'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-577742047513988454</id><published>2009-07-23T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:10:23.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is my blog a little neglected?</title><summary type='text'>Maybe. But sometimes I am just too tired to blog because my energy level gets zapped up really fast these days. Apart from the never-ending work, classes in the evening are the ones that really shagged me out (is there such an expression?) Anyways, I am trying to squeeze in some exercise time into my schedule. I'm putting on weight because I eat to destress, and my meals are always late because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/577742047513988454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-my-blog-little-neglected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/577742047513988454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/577742047513988454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-my-blog-little-neglected.html' title='Is my blog a little neglected?'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-9104330821654458886</id><published>2009-07-16T23:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:57:13.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korea'/><title type='text'>long over-due snippets of the Korea Trip</title><summary type='text'>That's 1 of my favourite Korean street food, called bung-eo ppang, 붕어빵. Its a waffle-like pastry in a fish shape with red bean paste as fillings, crispy on the outside, sweet and soft on the inside. And its real cheap, about $1 for 3 pieces!My first attempt at skiing, and I suck at it. Next time I'll try snow-boarding instead, it should be easier. The ski resort that I went to is called 'Bears </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/9104330821654458886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-over-due-snippets-of-korea-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/9104330821654458886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/9104330821654458886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-over-due-snippets-of-korea-trip.html' title='long over-due snippets of the Korea Trip'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/Sl9LKHJTL4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/JyG6n9OE0lk/s72-c/204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-1438721333841722032</id><published>2009-07-15T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:57:49.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><title type='text'>안녕하 세 요</title><summary type='text'>That's the basic formal greetings, an nyeong ha se yeo. Learning a new language is fun...! Suddenly, I have the ambition to speak many languages/ dialects.English, Mandarin, Korean, next is Cantonese and Hokkien, followed by Japanese and Malay. I will be a Superstar translator in Asia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/1438721333841722032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1438721333841722032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1438721333841722032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='안녕하 세 요'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-3029140822212634646</id><published>2009-07-13T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:42:24.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like still waters</title><summary type='text'>中午約了中學同學吃午餐, 大家有一陣子沒見面, 所以得update一下近況. 已婚的就談起和家婆同在屋簷下的困擾, 有了伴侶的就談起與男友之間的相處之道, 剛辭職不幹的就談起在工作方面的問題. 而我似乎沒甚麼可以報導的. 除了學業, 就是工作. 我現處於平談的過日子, 愛情方面零消息, 事業方面可圈可點, 學業方面就慢慢的進展. 以前的我會對愛情方面有著很idealistic的想法, 現在的我對愛情是毫無渴望, just like still waters.看破紅塵? 沒那麼誇張...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/3029140822212634646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-still-waters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3029140822212634646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3029140822212634646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-still-waters.html' title='Like still waters'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4346547404971040443</id><published>2009-07-10T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:59:39.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn the ERP</title><summary type='text'>I took a cab home from town and back to the north eastern part of Singapore, via CTE at about 9.20pm.Yes I am guilty of not being up-to-date with the ERP timings (but there's really no reason for me to) and got a shock when the cashcard meter jumped by a dollar! DAMN it...I was at Carrefour to shop for the ingredients for my weekend cooking, gonna make kimbap and cheesecake. Which means my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4346547404971040443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-erp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4346547404971040443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4346547404971040443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-erp.html' title='Damn the ERP'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-8153662460643170938</id><published>2009-07-09T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:45:49.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do i do when i go online?</title><summary type='text'>check gmailcheck facebookcheck youtubecheck friend's blogthink if I want to update my own blogread newssurf the net... randomly.One friend asked me, what is there to surf on the internet, other than msn chatting and facebook? On the contrary, my msn and facebook is kept to the minimum. I spend lots of time surfing the internet for knowledge, for information, for inspiration. I enjoy it so much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/8153662460643170938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-do-i-do-when-i-go-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8153662460643170938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8153662460643170938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-do-i-do-when-i-go-online.html' title='What do i do when i go online?'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-1530920757684230800</id><published>2009-07-08T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:50:33.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new learning journey</title><summary type='text'>2 things that made me happy today. My HRM project came back with grades i'm satisfied with and today was the 1st lesson of Korean.Despite being done with school projects, I find myself getting KO by midnight... this is not my typical sleeping time. I think the body is worn out for abit from the stressful June, gotta listen to the signals.ZZz... im dozing off as I finish off this entry.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/1530920757684230800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-learning-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1530920757684230800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/1530920757684230800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-learning-journey.html' title='A new learning journey'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-3145127125786276373</id><published>2009-06-30T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:26:18.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我是熊猫</title><summary type='text'>没日没夜的赶课业，明天就逞上去了！Wooohoooo..... 亲爱的七月份。。。我要尽情的玩！韩语课要开始了，好兴奋！真希望我的天份到家。快乐人生，亲手去创造，有让人难以掩饰的幸福感。快乐与不快乐，就在那一刹那的选择。常常得提醒自己，要乐观面对人生，因为要陷入misery是多么容易的一件事。哇。。。我仿佛在为一首歌写词。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/3145127125786276373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3145127125786276373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/3145127125786276373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='我是熊猫'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-2755309097027032675</id><published>2009-06-28T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:23:05.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><summary type='text'>I am never a person who likes to work for money, the idea of it is like slavery. I would rather work for the sake of learning, building my network, and getting the experience.But what do you do when money is not enough? I can't persuade my boss to give me a higher salary for now, I need to adjust my lifestyle. I learned what is delayed gratification.什么是‘理财’？如果你不理财，财就不理你！It's time I take a closer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/2755309097027032675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2755309097027032675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/2755309097027032675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-7796698194234994508</id><published>2009-06-27T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:41:33.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mundanes</title><summary type='text'>Whose life is not filled with mundanes?The mundanes help to make our lives more disciplined, abide to a certain pattern, make doing things more rhythmic, and to some of us, keeping it sane.But other than mundane stuffs in life, I am happy with things that offset it once in a while. I don't enjoy 'problems' per se... but it is adversity that makes me stronger, trains my gut, up my survival skills </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/7796698194234994508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/mundanes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7796698194234994508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/7796698194234994508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/mundanes.html' title='The mundanes'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkW_BPdnKhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dq-Vh-aucHQ/s72-c/12-04-08_1858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-9034026866187664012</id><published>2009-06-26T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:42:18.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of things to do in July</title><summary type='text'>Play badmintonService my bicycleStart my Korean classesMeet up with Angel &amp; Damus and gangMeet up with ah zhenSing karaokeGo disko dancingDo my 1st advance project on persuasive speaking seriesMake cheesecake, I'll try the strawberry version this time.Revision for examsExiting July...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/9034026866187664012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/list-of-things-to-do-in-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/9034026866187664012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/9034026866187664012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/list-of-things-to-do-in-july.html' title='List of things to do in July'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-8524030526752849444</id><published>2009-06-25T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:02:35.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling</title><summary type='text'>I feel very relieved now that I am done with tests for this week. Finally pass my insurance paper and I feel I am more equipped with the knowledge I need for the new job.I want to go out to play this weekend. I want to watch 'Transformer 2'. But if I go out, I will be rushing through the night for my 2 projects to be due. Maybe I should bring my laptop out to the airport again and finish up on 1 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/8524030526752849444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/rambling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8524030526752849444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/8524030526752849444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/rambling.html' title='rambling'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-5439647347009434373</id><published>2009-06-23T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:41:12.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Little Charmaine</title><summary type='text'>Someone passed this link to me, and I read. I hope I can spare a little help by spreading words here on my blog, and I hope you spread the word too. The mother needs all kind of help that she needs. Be strong Charmaine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/5439647347009434373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-little-charmaine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5439647347009434373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/5439647347009434373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-little-charmaine.html' title='For Little Charmaine'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4066024382118976351</id><published>2009-06-21T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:57:25.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send an email to the future</title><summary type='text'>I don't know if this really works, I discovered this cool site.http://www.futureme.org/index.phpI send an email to myself, which would be send out to the future me 3 years later. It is a congratulatory email. I wonder.... 3 years from now, I probably would have forgotten about this and be so surprise to receive this email.Wouldn't it be fun if we can send email to ourselves 10 years from now?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4066024382118976351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/send-email-to-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4066024382118976351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4066024382118976351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/send-email-to-future.html' title='Send an email to the future'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-223388701672889690</id><published>2009-06-21T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:46:49.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aja Aja Aja</title><summary type='text'>Test Test Test.... so many test. Wednesday HRM test, Thursday Comm GI test.... driving me crazy.Someone just help me do my laundry while i mug... why can't my Mum help me.....Lani-ssi.... Aja aja Hwaiting~!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/223388701672889690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/aja-aja-aja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/223388701672889690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/223388701672889690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/aja-aja-aja.html' title='Aja Aja Aja'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4486471096279434198</id><published>2009-06-19T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:50:35.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This entry is all about my grumbles only... don't read</title><summary type='text'>Just checked my results online, I ace the 2 modules that I dread most for the last semester, what a miracle. I don't want to be complacent... because it is a fact that I am more tired now than last semester. How am I going to keep up?The demanding workload is slowly eating away my energy level. I just can't seem to be able to recharge fully at night. So the 'battery life' is getting weaker...This</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4486471096279434198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-entry-is-all-about-my-grumbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4486471096279434198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4486471096279434198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-entry-is-all-about-my-grumbles.html' title='This entry is all about my grumbles only... don&apos;t read'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4561409514673700394.post-4832360658070963304</id><published>2009-06-16T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:30:22.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drug Allergy</title><summary type='text'>Whenever you see a doctor, and they asked, 'Do you have any drug allergy?' I would wonder... how would I know? Why does Singapore not have a centralised database of past medical records? Is it that hard to maintain a DB like that?I had a drug allergy reaction towards a type of antibiotic many years back. I wrote down the drug name on the appointment card with the clinic's address. It was not the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/feeds/4832360658070963304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/drug-allergy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4832360658070963304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4561409514673700394/posts/default/4832360658070963304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwithagift.blogspot.com/2009/06/drug-allergy.html' title='Drug Allergy'/><author><name>Damsel In Distress</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tb3d-SVvKdQ/SkEGqR124NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pj3X2t7GBzQ/S220/green+m%26m+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
