<?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-13042424</id><updated>2011-12-21T02:49:50.817+08:00</updated><category term='Random Ramblings'/><category term='Me'/><category term='Letter to M'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='House'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Freudian sleep</title><subtitle type='html'>Oral. Anal. Phallic. Latency. Genital. Id. Ego. Superego. Repression. Regression. Fixated - Arrested Development.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-3351754934026034842</id><published>2007-10-24T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T13:51:32.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's telling me it might be true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I might be back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My iBook has dieded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I got married...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; h&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; a co&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d pe&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;r&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;al&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ity&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-3351754934026034842?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/3351754934026034842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=3351754934026034842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/3351754934026034842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/3351754934026034842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/10/somethings-telling-me-it-might-be-true.html' title='Something&apos;s telling me it might be true...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-438701406582748148</id><published>2007-05-24T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:13:02.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I've been tagged. *bleah*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ok, i've procrastinated enough. Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;*by the way, it gets a little gross... if you have a weak stomach, please do not read on. Lose your breakfast/ lunch/ dinner/ supper/ tea at your own risk!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;No tagbacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. I have a habit of digging my nose. Once it's full (or feels full), I have to do something to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. From upper primary till about sec 2, I practised to be a damn good liar. And succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. I always spent $1.10 everyday for recess (except on ECA days) on popiah and curry puff coz that combi was the cheapest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four. I ever dirtied my underwear (when i was an adult) coz of diarrhea *unexpectedly* and washed it in the toilet at City Hall MRT station. (ok, gross.... too much information...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five. During my upper primary, i didn't know what a sanitary pad was and thought it was similar to diapers. i experimented with it and realised... *'nuff said*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six. I always think people are pointing the finger at me when things go wrong. so i always disclaim responsibility first... it still happens at times even now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven. I would not eat fruits that cut by other people other than my family members or myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight. I used to fantasize about different guys being my boyfriend ever since i was in primary 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine. I knocked over a secondary school classmate's table coz he really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten. I always thought that growing up would make life easier. It has proved to be a mixed bag... I don't wish to be younger *yet* but i thank God that my life is as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I want to tagged: none, but you're free to be tagged if you so desire... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Sorry, but i really don't like to pass on stuff like this... i dun even forward emails (with a few exceptions), so ya... don't quite feel comfortable to tag others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, i'm done! Are you grossed out yet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-438701406582748148?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/438701406582748148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=438701406582748148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/438701406582748148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/438701406582748148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-tagged-bleah.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged. *bleah*'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-8999526435054116186</id><published>2007-05-14T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:58:04.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Steps to plan a surprise birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>1. Don't celebrate it with too much ado for past 5 years&lt;br /&gt;2. Plan a pre-wedding briefing a few days before the actual&lt;br /&gt;3. Plot with friend to buy cake, get people to share present, purchase present (gadget) online 1 week before briefing&lt;br /&gt;4. Get present delivered to your office&lt;br /&gt;5. Smuggle it into the house&lt;br /&gt;6. Leave it&lt;br /&gt;7. On actual day, surprise with cake arrival with friend&lt;br /&gt;8. Surprise other people who have no idea that it's that person's birthday&lt;br /&gt;9. Present the cake (with lit candles)&lt;br /&gt;10. Present the present after candle is blown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE, &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;HAPPY 28th BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;*MUAKZ* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-8999526435054116186?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/8999526435054116186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=8999526435054116186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/8999526435054116186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/8999526435054116186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/05/steps-to-plan-surprise-birthday.html' title='Steps to plan a surprise birthday celebration'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-8479055557165535510</id><published>2007-04-04T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:24:48.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>I don't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; exercise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate people bugging me to exercise and do so regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on! It's my body right? Who cares what you think? (Maybe with the exception of some people...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to exercise, I do it for me! If I want to slim down, I do it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me people will be commenting about the weight gain and all so get off my back already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRRRRR.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-8479055557165535510?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/8479055557165535510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=8479055557165535510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/8479055557165535510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/8479055557165535510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/04/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-5671958974557944163</id><published>2007-03-27T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:43:34.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Mysterious birthday...</title><content type='html'>My birthday came and went quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quickly that I didn't even feel like I was celebrating it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quarrelled with &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; 2 nights consecutively before the big day and it was rather horrible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the actual day, it was no wonder that I was in a horrid mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly, things got a little better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it got a little clearer why I was being so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PMS&lt;/span&gt; sucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... And i got a mysterious birthday card today... It wasn't signed so I have no idea who sent it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone let me know???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-5671958974557944163?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/5671958974557944163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=5671958974557944163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/5671958974557944163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/5671958974557944163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/03/mysterious-birthday.html' title='Mysterious birthday...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-889966726015569124</id><published>2007-03-27T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:36:35.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>The date looms...</title><content type='html'>Getting more and more worried, more and more stressed... the marriage seems easier than the wedding... shucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might be going for a mission trip on the date of my wedding...&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is feeling kinda glad coz i dunno if the church i'm using can put in so many people. But the other part of me feels sad that they won't be able to come... dilemma dilemma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, a preview of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/Rgkv4cP2YeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5b_RgAO9eZs/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/Rgkv4cP2YeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5b_RgAO9eZs/s400/DSC00349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046617504147202530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-889966726015569124?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/889966726015569124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=889966726015569124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/889966726015569124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/889966726015569124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/03/date-looms.html' title='The date looms...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/Rgkv4cP2YeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5b_RgAO9eZs/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-255346680536289466</id><published>2007-03-01T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T11:13:47.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Losers...</title><content type='html'>I have been living in a state of denial for too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I AM OUT OF SHAPE!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I refuse to say the "f**" word...* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So loser I must be right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so not easy I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel like a loser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes me,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hates me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna eat some worms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe I need to tell myself that not EVERYBODY hates me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loved. I am lovingly and wonderfully made by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because *you* don't like me doesn't mean I deserve to be treated as an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-255346680536289466?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/255346680536289466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=255346680536289466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/255346680536289466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/255346680536289466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/03/losers.html' title='Losers...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-1407714695390055076</id><published>2007-02-15T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:36:35.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Robogirl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RdPNnRDglnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vdRBEWtswAs/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RdPNnRDglnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vdRBEWtswAs/s320/DSC00296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031591283179689586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RdPNnRDglnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vdRBEWtswAs/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-1407714695390055076?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/1407714695390055076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=1407714695390055076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/1407714695390055076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/1407714695390055076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/02/robogirl.html' title='Robogirl!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RdPNnRDglnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vdRBEWtswAs/s72-c/DSC00296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-3214844965711019698</id><published>2007-02-15T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:36:35.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Guys VS Gals</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; and I were at our new place and we wanted to take out the vacuum cleaner to use. Mind you, this was its first time and we were overcame with this intense desire to take a picture of its cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine? We actually argued about how to arrange the equipment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RdPK_xDgllI/AAAAAAAAADw/T9hH1GkoHDA/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RdPK_xDgllI/AAAAAAAAADw/T9hH1GkoHDA/s320/DSC00292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031588405551601234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how he arranged it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RdPLLhDglmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RTBpKCEkHyk/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RdPLLhDglmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RTBpKCEkHyk/s320/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031588607415064162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how I arranged it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which appeals more to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-3214844965711019698?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/3214844965711019698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=3214844965711019698' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/3214844965711019698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/3214844965711019698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/02/guys-vs-gals.html' title='Guys VS Gals'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RdPK_xDgllI/AAAAAAAAADw/T9hH1GkoHDA/s72-c/DSC00292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-4741431771593929946</id><published>2007-02-10T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:36:36.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Dead tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/Rc3sLxDglkI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZagCtqT_xrs/s1600-h/DogTired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/Rc3sLxDglkI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZagCtqT_xrs/s320/DogTired.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029936045733484098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the title says, that's the state I'm in, both physically, mentally and emotionally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a friend's msn nick: "Draining very badly... Chingay drains." I think she's involved in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty. Like nothing's inside. I know many things are craving for my attention but I don't really feel like doing. I just want to find some place and hide. And read. And sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've been dredging the last of me for too long. Nothing's inside no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need God, need healing, need refilling, need reinforcing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When? Right here. Right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-4741431771593929946?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/4741431771593929946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=4741431771593929946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/4741431771593929946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/4741431771593929946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/02/dead-tired.html' title='Dead tired...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/Rc3sLxDglkI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZagCtqT_xrs/s72-c/DogTired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-5812250982537027136</id><published>2007-02-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:06:35.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm gonna have to think of the list right?&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)     Ironing board&lt;br /&gt;2)     Convention oven&lt;br /&gt;3)     Bookshelves (lots of them)&lt;br /&gt;4)     Rugs/ easy-to-clean carpets&lt;br /&gt;5)     Curtains&lt;br /&gt;6)     Bed sheets (Queen size)&lt;br /&gt;7)     Dining table&lt;br /&gt;8)     Pictures/ artwork&lt;br /&gt;9)     Coffee table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we got:&lt;br /&gt;1)    Bed frame + mattress + pillows&lt;br /&gt;2)     Sofa + sofa bed&lt;br /&gt;3)     TV + hifi system&lt;br /&gt;4)    TV rack&lt;br /&gt;5)    Clothes cabinet&lt;br /&gt;6)     Shoes cabinet&lt;br /&gt;7)     Refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;8)     Washing machine&lt;br /&gt;9)    Chairs, stools&lt;br /&gt;10)  Window grilles&lt;br /&gt;11)   Kitchen cabinets&lt;br /&gt;12)  Rice cooker&lt;br /&gt;13)  Iron&lt;br /&gt;14)  Standing fan&lt;br /&gt;15)  Computer speakers&lt;br /&gt;16)  Lights&lt;br /&gt;17)  Reading lamp&lt;br /&gt;18)  Curtain roads&lt;br /&gt;19)  Water heaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-5812250982537027136?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/5812250982537027136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=5812250982537027136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/5812250982537027136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/5812250982537027136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/02/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-7004374558700874037</id><published>2007-02-05T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:55:19.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Advice &amp; wishlist</title><content type='html'>So. I was wondering if I should put up a wish list right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to someone in church on Sunday and she was sharing her experience of starting a new family. Even before I said anything, she told me to go and find what I want, note the brand and model and pass to people for them to get for me! I think God says, "GO! Put up a wish list! I will fulfil them for you!" Heh... Feel so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ironing board&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the story goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we know what we need. So... Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-7004374558700874037?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/7004374558700874037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=7004374558700874037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/7004374558700874037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/7004374558700874037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/02/advice-wishlist.html' title='Advice &amp; wishlist'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-4496191043750256156</id><published>2007-02-05T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:36:36.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding shoes!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, of all the things to buy first, I go and get the shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's nothing new right? Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcdQs8JjvSI/AAAAAAAAADM/nNYUKIB9fdY/s1600-h/DSC00283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcdQs8JjvSI/AAAAAAAAADM/nNYUKIB9fdY/s320/DSC00283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028076241973132578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcdRE8JjvTI/AAAAAAAAADU/JanvotpnlfY/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcdRE8JjvTI/AAAAAAAAADU/JanvotpnlfY/s320/DSC00282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028076654289993010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Pretty??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-4496191043750256156?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/4496191043750256156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=4496191043750256156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/4496191043750256156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/4496191043750256156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/02/wedding-shoes.html' title='Wedding shoes!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcdQs8JjvSI/AAAAAAAAADM/nNYUKIB9fdY/s72-c/DSC00283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-2539575369287581826</id><published>2007-02-02T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:36:36.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>To have or not to have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcKrCMJjvRI/AAAAAAAAADA/uKOrofiWRus/s1600-h/TV+bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026768188208299282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcKrCMJjvRI/AAAAAAAAADA/uKOrofiWRus/s320/TV+bench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been struggling to decide if I should put up a wish list for my house or not. On one hand, when I talk about it, friends tell me that it's a good idea coz then they know what they can get for me. On the other hand, I feel bad to tell people what to get... Struggle struggle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-2539575369287581826?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/2539575369287581826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=2539575369287581826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/2539575369287581826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/2539575369287581826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-have-or-not-to-have.html' title='To have or not to have?'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcKrCMJjvRI/AAAAAAAAADA/uKOrofiWRus/s72-c/TV+bench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-1506631603486888736</id><published>2007-02-02T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:36:36.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcKo-sJjvQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z82sJaGVXeI/s1600-h/futon+sofa+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026765929055501570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcKo-sJjvQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z82sJaGVXeI/s320/futon+sofa+bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not the meditating kids!! @#%$^#$@^@* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sofa! The bed!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-1506631603486888736?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/1506631603486888736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=1506631603486888736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/1506631603486888736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/1506631603486888736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-want.html' title='I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcKo-sJjvQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z82sJaGVXeI/s72-c/futon+sofa+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-8154142149173082314</id><published>2007-02-01T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:36:37.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Home... Painted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcFfC8JjvPI/AAAAAAAAACg/H6MXvtMDM24/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcFfC8JjvPI/AAAAAAAAACg/H6MXvtMDM24/s320/DSC00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026403163232779506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The study... Should we just convert this into a living area? Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcFe5MJjvOI/AAAAAAAAACY/Hp11OOGuhCo/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcFe5MJjvOI/AAAAAAAAACY/Hp11OOGuhCo/s320/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026402995729054946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the rooms. They are all in this shade of yellow... I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcFevMJjvNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTUjeJ7T0GA/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcFevMJjvNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fTUjeJ7T0GA/s320/DSC00278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026402823930363090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite part of the house... The living room with a full length window... A daybed and shelves of books with a mini compo would be best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-8154142149173082314?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/8154142149173082314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=8154142149173082314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/8154142149173082314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/8154142149173082314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/02/home-painted.html' title='Home... Painted!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RcFfC8JjvPI/AAAAAAAAACg/H6MXvtMDM24/s72-c/DSC00280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-2883674468753239170</id><published>2007-01-16T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:02:19.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>via MSN</title><content type='html'>Me says: what happened to J?&lt;br /&gt;X says: why&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;X says: i dun know le&lt;br /&gt;X says: what about?&lt;br /&gt;Me says: his msn nick write something abt him in icu, no voice....&lt;br /&gt;Me says: you din see his msn nick?&lt;br /&gt;X says: i dun know le&lt;br /&gt;X says: dun know what he mean&lt;br /&gt;Me says: Heh…&lt;br /&gt;Me says: ok...&lt;br /&gt;Me says: but he's not sick physically or anything la&lt;br /&gt;X says: no la&lt;br /&gt;X says: he now stress over his c programming assignment.. haha&lt;br /&gt;X says: keep making noise at me for not helping him&lt;br /&gt;X says: which i can't cuz i don't know how to..&lt;br /&gt;Me says: hahahahahahahahahha.....&lt;br /&gt;X says: did the basics but can't remember already&lt;br /&gt;Me says: mayb that's the icu he meant....&lt;br /&gt;X says: i psychology trainned not c pro&lt;br /&gt;X says: yeah maybe that's his icu&lt;br /&gt;Me says: hahahahahahahahaahahaha,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;Me says: he very farnie la...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;X says: oh the person in icu is his wife... the computer&lt;br /&gt;Me says: oh&lt;br /&gt;Me says: you managed to ask him la.....&lt;br /&gt;X says: the computer dumped him&lt;br /&gt;X says: and had an accident&lt;br /&gt;Me says: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;X says: so now refused to work&lt;br /&gt;Me says: so farnie!!!&lt;br /&gt;X says: so he very depressed..&lt;br /&gt;Me says: life sux....&lt;br /&gt;Me says: hahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;X says: think a divorced is on the way&lt;br /&gt;X says: he might be remarrying if not fix which means his dad had to spent money get him one more wife&lt;br /&gt;Me says: well, as long as his parents can pay the dowry for the next wife, i'm sure it'll be alright...&lt;br /&gt;Me says: hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;X says: totally disgusting le&lt;br /&gt;X says: dun know how he use the wife one&lt;br /&gt;X says: everytime break down.. once in 6 mths&lt;br /&gt;Me says: well, must be quite vigorously....&lt;br /&gt;Me says: hahahahahahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;X says: hahahaahaha!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me says: dunno what to say....&lt;br /&gt;X says: even mine after 5 year still working fine.. though i brought it for makeover&lt;br /&gt;Me says: laff or to cry....&lt;br /&gt;Me says: oh well...&lt;br /&gt;X says: damn sad right&lt;br /&gt;X says: he&lt;br /&gt;Me says: it's a matter of how siong he uses it lor...&lt;br /&gt;Me says: y0ou dun use for LAN games what....&lt;br /&gt;X says: yeah la..i dun let my "wife" get connected to other people ok...&lt;br /&gt;X says: so won't get disease mah&lt;br /&gt;X says: haahah this is dumb&lt;br /&gt;Me says: yes...&lt;br /&gt;Me says: i get what you mean...&lt;br /&gt;Me says: it's hilarious la i tell you...&lt;br /&gt;Me says: i should post this on my blog....&lt;br /&gt;X says: haha the whole conversation? haha!&lt;br /&gt;Me says: ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-2883674468753239170?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/2883674468753239170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=2883674468753239170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/2883674468753239170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/2883674468753239170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/01/via-msn.html' title='via MSN'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-1055203055968226104</id><published>2007-01-11T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:36:38.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>What to buy, what to buy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZdjcJjvII/AAAAAAAAABU/YSjvDgFgiDc/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZdjcJjvII/AAAAAAAAABU/YSjvDgFgiDc/s320/DSC00265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018801698184084610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZdjsJjvJI/AAAAAAAAABc/xU0o_QkRGdE/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZdjsJjvJI/AAAAAAAAABc/xU0o_QkRGdE/s320/DSC00268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018801702479051922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZdj8JjvKI/AAAAAAAAABk/UiWVLZdMUsU/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZdj8JjvKI/AAAAAAAAABk/UiWVLZdMUsU/s320/DSC00271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018801706774019234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-1055203055968226104?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/1055203055968226104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=1055203055968226104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/1055203055968226104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/1055203055968226104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-to-buy-what-to-buy.html' title='What to buy, what to buy...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZdjcJjvII/AAAAAAAAABU/YSjvDgFgiDc/s72-c/DSC00265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-822268048912644185</id><published>2007-01-11T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:36:39.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>A whole new world!</title><content type='html'>We have our new home now! We collected the keys to our new flat on the 3rd of January and we can't wait to move in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say it's been very smooth. &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com/"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; and I have been squabbling over the most minute details, like what colour to paint the wall, which item of the furniture we should buy first, whether to do window grilles or not, etc... Sometimes I get frustrated coz he only listens to part of what I tell him and he asks me the question that I have already given the answer to... Sigh... I think God is wanting me to live up to the name I adopted now... Patience, my dear... I thank God that &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com/"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;'s so patient and slow to anger with me... Or else, we might not just be squabbling but killing each other... Thank you, darling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was also angry coz he thinks that I value Jesus Christ higher than him... It's been tense around at home and I try to minimise the contact I have with him daily... It's no joke to be around someone who does not want to see you... I catch myself running down the list of people I might want to walk with me down the aisle on my wedding day constantly, but God tells me that I need to honor my parents. So what can I do? Stuck... Sigh... Must pray....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith that is tested is stronger than that which is not... I must persevere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some photos to share my joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZbzsJjvDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Dj3eWn71l84/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZbzsJjvDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Dj3eWn71l84/s320/DSC00257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018799778333703218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZb0MJjvFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qcnQQBlU4cs/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZb0MJjvFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qcnQQBlU4cs/s320/DSC00259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018799786923637842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZb0MJjvGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yT47-zpuD_c/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZb0MJjvGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yT47-zpuD_c/s320/DSC00262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018799786923637858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZbz8JjvEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1oEF_KD6iC0/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZbz8JjvEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1oEF_KD6iC0/s320/DSC00258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018799782628670530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZb0cJjvHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/syO1ZjIWrMI/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZb0cJjvHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/syO1ZjIWrMI/s320/DSC00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018799791218605170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-822268048912644185?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/822268048912644185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=822268048912644185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/822268048912644185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/822268048912644185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2007/01/whole-new-world.html' title='A whole new world!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0evF2U85i1s/RaZbzsJjvDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Dj3eWn71l84/s72-c/DSC00257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-2213597228389638068</id><published>2006-12-15T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T10:24:07.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Too much money?!</title><content type='html'>You know that the housing authority in Singapore is too rich when you receive a letter from them containing 2 lines in the main body text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-2213597228389638068?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/2213597228389638068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=2213597228389638068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/2213597228389638068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/2213597228389638068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-much-money.html' title='Too much money?!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-3151796692385145595</id><published>2006-12-03T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:17:36.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Damned both ways...</title><content type='html'>Damned if I say anything, damned if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I wish life was easier...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-3151796692385145595?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/3151796692385145595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=3151796692385145595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/3151796692385145595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/3151796692385145595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/12/damned-both-ways.html' title='Damned both ways...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-5956238501759676046</id><published>2006-12-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:47:23.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Unequally yoked?</title><content type='html'>I was at a friend's church wedding today and the couple really looked great! He looked as if he was brimming over with happiness and she was too. It brought to my mind this conversation I had with &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;. He was talking about some colleagues who were talking about how good their boyfriends were. They were christians but their boyfriends were not. While &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; was wowed by all the descriptions they were giving about their other halves, there was also a part of him which felt a little strange. He was thinking that all these actions don't really define a person and that why did they have to try so hard to justify their actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also saying that they had told him that they could not find good christian males that they could be attracted to. And I wondered: is it true that all single christian males are so unattractive or what? I looked around at all of the guys who fitted the above description today and perhaps I'm looking at them through tinted glasses (they are all my friends... heh... how else would I know their status right?), but they all appear alright to me! I mean, they're nice and thoughtful people... so what happened???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they just didn't meet, or maybe we, like everyone else, have placed fellow christians on the pedestal. So perhaps when they do anything that falls short of perfection, we point the finger at them (either consciously or unconsciously) or think they are less worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, this is just random ramblings... what do you think??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-5956238501759676046?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/5956238501759676046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=5956238501759676046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/5956238501759676046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/5956238501759676046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/12/unequally-yoked.html' title='Unequally yoked?'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-6829906289402452984</id><published>2006-11-06T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:54:22.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I am She-Ra!!</title><content type='html'>I've been given the comment that I'm too effective. I'm too quick to do/think things that I tend to mother people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have no idea that I was doing so. I only think that since I can do it, I should help out. But I guess that makes people around me feel redundant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to slow down and wait for others to do things. But I don't want to be a doormat too! What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same person also commented that I tend to justify myself and my actions so much that it seems like I'm wanting to win the argument. I thought about it and I guess it would be really irritating if I were in the other person's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I also wonder... I am sharing things from my own perspective. It's not implausible that I would think what I'm doing is right. So is it me now justifying myself or is it actually the other person refusing to validate my experience? I actually feel quite sad now... I share what I'm feeling and thinking, only to have the other person throw it at me and say that I win already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Guess I'm not She-Ra after all... Can anyone help me?? How can I be a better builder/supporter of people around me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-6829906289402452984?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/6829906289402452984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=6829906289402452984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/6829906289402452984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/6829906289402452984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-she-ra.html' title='I am She-Ra!!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-7813974748181602726</id><published>2006-11-06T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:45:14.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrr...</title><content type='html'>My last post seems to have caused many people to feel a seriously freezing breeze of air surround them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I already said that it was for M only what... *winkz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-7813974748181602726?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/7813974748181602726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=7813974748181602726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/7813974748181602726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/7813974748181602726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/11/brrr.html' title='Brrr...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-3240532634246708440</id><published>2006-10-31T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T01:52:48.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter to M'/><title type='text'>For M only</title><content type='html'>Dear darling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're on reservist outfield and won't be able to communicate with me. So I guess I'll use this blog to talk to you. Hee... I realised that I've been so used to talking to you everyday and filling you in on things going on in my life that when you're not around, I'm actually not used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I admit. Maybe I don't tell you everything everyday. But I guess I'm used to the idea that you will always be there if I want to tell you anything. Unless you're busy with work or DOTA that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... What did I want to tell you today? I wanted to say that it's very quiet at work. Many people were not in today, either due to MC or leave. Very boring. Amanda, my new colleague, was very nice and had dinner with me even though she had wanted to jog home initially. Also, you're on worship for this Sunday, so you're having practice this Saturday. And I really missed you. The world spun around for the entire day until I had biscuits and Ovaltine. Then, it just slowly rotated. The world finally stopped after I went to Sakae Sushi for dinner. Hee... Don't scold me la... I know you would probably be shaking your head by now. It was the only thing that I could think of which would not make my tummy queasy... You know I only eat the cooked food. I had tamago sushi, chawan mushi, cha soba and fried tofu only. Don't angry k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you call me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could read my mind sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably think I'm silly by now. I'm your silly girl. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep replaying the conversation I had with you yesterday about whether to bring the handphone with you when you go for your outfield. I wondered if I should have said not to bring it when you asked. I don't want to disturb you but here I am doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, we didn't get the Bukit Merah flat. I asked your sister to help me look for the reference number from the letter, which was probably on your table. Oh well... Wanted to ask if you want to apple for the Geylang Serai flats, but guess we'll look out for resale ba... That's what we said right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm posting this here. But I think this blog is becoming more and more like a place where I go to whenever I can't talk to you, whether be it coz we're fighting or you're not around. So maybe until the day you become the worm in my tummy, this blog will continue to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are you going to call me, or will you do so at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats me. But I wish you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take care ok? Must miss me hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you. Kiss! Miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fenfen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-3240532634246708440?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/3240532634246708440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/3240532634246708440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-m-only.html' title='For M only'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-972614107611183095</id><published>2006-10-29T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:01:55.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Unwell</title><content type='html'>I've never been so sick before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on Wednesday. Don't know if I had been sick when I woke up but I know I was so by the afternoon. I thought I was hungry with my queasy tummy but that was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch at Long John Silver was my last for many days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was miserable. I felt like I wanted to die. Clutching my tummy the whole time. I thought it could be God punishing me, but no! He's too good to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled with breaths. Laboured breathing, now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world spun. Round and round and round it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry, yet I couldn't stomach anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of hospitals came a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I am miserable when I am sick. No control, no power, no strength. I cried many times this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a pill popping machine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-972614107611183095?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/972614107611183095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=972614107611183095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/972614107611183095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/972614107611183095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/10/unwell.html' title='Unwell'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-1355603799491579790</id><published>2006-10-23T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:26:53.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Another encounter with my mother...</title><content type='html'>Mum: Can you help me get some clean newspapers?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok.  *Gets the newspapers*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I think the fridge is a bit close to the cupboard... (Context: She was cleaning it, she was on the ladder putting cloth on top of it at this point.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Tries to push it to the other side*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Aiya!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Sees that it's a little lopsided and tries to align it, however, one side got stuck at the gap between the raised platform it was on and the kitchen sliding door.*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: *shouts* You stupid girl! Why did you go and push it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *raises my voice* I was trying to help!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I didn't ask you to help! I'm trying to put the cloth on top and you go and do this!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine! You didn't have to shout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fume!!!!!!!! I think I shouldn't stay at home too often. Such sparks occur once too often..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-1355603799491579790?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/1355603799491579790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=1355603799491579790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/1355603799491579790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/1355603799491579790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-encounter-with-my-mother.html' title='Another encounter with my mother...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-4037293941705835298</id><published>2006-10-22T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:43:52.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I can be alone... I think...</title><content type='html'>I just went shopping by myself today with my iPod and my bag... Managed to buy a $9.90 pair of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; shoes from &lt;a href="http://www.novoshoes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to resist temptations today.... So many nice clothes on sale!!! I'm proud of myself! hee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-4037293941705835298?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/4037293941705835298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=4037293941705835298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/4037293941705835298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/4037293941705835298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-can-be-alone-i-think.html' title='I can be alone... I think...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-7530151452640881500</id><published>2006-10-21T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:54:11.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Boy am I sensitive today!</title><content type='html'>Mum: Who took out the cotton in the box?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know. *busy reading sms from &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: The cotton was left on the table. It's dirty already.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I said it wasn't me!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I didn't say it was you!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, but you raised your voice! You didn't have to do that!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: *silence, continue to clean the table with an irritated look*&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;shit...&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-7530151452640881500?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/7530151452640881500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=7530151452640881500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/7530151452640881500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/7530151452640881500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/10/boy-am-i-sensitive-today.html' title='Boy am I sensitive today!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-8124591214753351904</id><published>2006-10-21T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:48:16.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Who am I (Part Infinity)</title><content type='html'>I am someone who lives with a lot of self-blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am someone who has grown up with a lot of blame from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am someone who had loads of internal rules and regulations.&lt;br /&gt;*Do this! Don't do that! You should be like this! You shouldn't be like that!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am someone who grew up with a lot of rules and regulations simply because I was never taught how to deal with the emotions that come when things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a whole composite of things that go wrong and right in my growing up years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-8124591214753351904?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/8124591214753351904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=8124591214753351904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/8124591214753351904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/8124591214753351904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-am-i-part-infinity.html' title='Who am I (Part Infinity)'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-116124034230595965</id><published>2006-10-19T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:45:01.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Hazy daze...</title><content type='html'>Not just literally, but have there been days where you know you have loads of things to do but your brain is just filled with haze and you stare at the computer in a daze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-116124034230595965?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/116124034230595965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=116124034230595965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/116124034230595965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/116124034230595965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/10/hazy-daze.html' title='Hazy daze...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-115340960486788249</id><published>2006-07-20T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:40.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>I'm flying to Melbourne next Tuesday!!! So cool!!!! But not going with &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; so that's one regret I have. But I know if I don't go now, I would regret it more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about what I'd think about the most when I'm there. Would I think of my clients? *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shudder&lt;/span&gt;* Would I think of &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;? *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;* Or would I just be so excited that I fill my days with things to do and just not think? *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is after all the first time I've exploring a country outside Asia. I think I'm quite a mountain tortoise. Heh... I think it's bound to be an eye opener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently found that I'm keeping more and more of people's problems. I find that I'm starting to become less responsible, for my action, the words I say, and the thoughts I think. I find that I'm super stressed. I find that keeping things to myself is not good for my mental and physical health. I find that reflecting about what's going on actually helps me make sense of things that are happening around me. I find that my sixth sense is picking up things that I think is quite ridiculous. I find that rambling about my findings helps me organise my internal information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think having a break at this point is good. I can be far away and not have to worry about my work, which is kind of driving me crazy since I have a lot to do but at this point I don't feel like doing. Too many things are happening at the same time. Need to get away.... *gasp* Feel like I'm suffocating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need the wide wide fields of bigger countries, to escape, recharge and rethink about my boundaries; How much can I take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to get pessimistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-115340960486788249?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/115340960486788249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=115340960486788249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/115340960486788249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/115340960486788249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/07/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114943029174944935</id><published>2006-06-04T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:40.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Under Eilonwy's suggestion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" bgcolor="#ecebd2" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="250px"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/subculture/subculture-test.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: #ecebd2;"&gt;Which internet subculture do I belong to? [CLICK]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/subculture/furry.jpg" width="80" height="80" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="99%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 18pt; color: Black;"&gt;You are a &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/subculture/furry.php" style="text-decoration: none; color: black;"&gt;FURRY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 11pt; color: Black;"&gt;You are a sick, sick, individual. Stop lusting over animals! Take off that fursuit and quit yiffing. No-one likes furry art! STOP NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 9pt; color: #ecebd2;"&gt;More Quizzes at Go-Quiz.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a furry?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114943029174944935?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114943029174944935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114943029174944935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114943029174944935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114943029174944935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/06/under-eilonwys-suggestion.html' title='Under Eilonwy&apos;s suggestion...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114920194775351900</id><published>2006-06-02T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:40.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Busy and running out of ideas to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuf said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114920194775351900?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114920194775351900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114920194775351900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114920194775351900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114920194775351900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114563488142967376</id><published>2006-04-21T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:40.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More updates on life</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last blogged. Need an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my baptism on  16 April 2006! My spiritual birthday! Heh... And just as a baby born has his/her parents give him/her a name, my Heavenly Father has also given me a name! I am now Hannah! He wants me to become one with patience and gentleness. That even when others may mock me or when my closest may not understand me, I may be able to cry out to God and trust in His goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loads of readings! I am now swamped under all the things I have to read. It doesn't help that progress is slow as I'm making notes for what I am reading, but one positive thing that has come out of this is that I understand what I am doing in my work and I don't feel like I'm grasping at nothing whenever I see my clients anymore! Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; and I have found a place to hold our wedding banquet! It's quite nice and reasonable. And the best part is: the boss is my secondary school senior! Many years senior, of course... heh... So far, we just booked the date but I think we can bargain a bit more with him la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my long lost primary school friends! And managed to find an old school photo that we took when we were in Primary 5. Comments like, "XX looks so cute!!", "We all looked very short hor?" were heard. Also, I also connected that a co-worker in my office is actually my primary school senior and my primary school classmate's brother! It's such a small world! Heh... And he also knew my brother... hahahahaha... I think I'll never be able to see him in the same way again. It's like an encounter with history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps, it's been exciting... Am looking forward to see how God would use me in my new life as "Hannah".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114563488142967376?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114563488142967376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114563488142967376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114563488142967376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114563488142967376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-updates-on-life.html' title='More updates on life'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114520069679666107</id><published>2006-04-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:40.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New name!</title><content type='html'>Hannah&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump to: navigation, search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah is a human name, which can either be a first name or a last name. When it is a first name it is almost always for a female. The name is currently popular in English-speaking countries, but comes from the Hebrew language, and means 'grace', 'favor', or (lesser known) 'charm'. The male form of Hannah is Hananiah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114520069679666107?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114520069679666107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114520069679666107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114520069679666107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114520069679666107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-name.html' title='New name!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114442803379973397</id><published>2006-04-08T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:40.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Shoes galore!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm a bit kuku liao... Ever since the 2 pairs of heels from Bangkok, I've bought 2 more pairs! Die la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a pretty one from U.R.S. since I got a $20 voucher... Only paid $3.90 for it! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/48/124731479_e90861bbef_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/48/124731479_e90861bbef_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pair below is a personal favorite... Was just passing by Americaya when I was attracted by the "Sale" sign. Went in and saw this pair! It's unusually attractive and also really professional looking. The only thing is: it makes my feet hurt like hell... Sigh... the price of beauty... Cost: $32.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/40/124731477_52fed2cfc5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/124731477_52fed2cfc5_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Side profile 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/45/124731478_764837c396_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/45/124731478_764837c396_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Side profile 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/38/124731476_5ca402f1e1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/124731476_5ca402f1e1_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Am I crazy or what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114442803379973397?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114442803379973397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114442803379973397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114442803379973397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114442803379973397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/04/shoes-galore.html' title='Shoes galore!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114442578922070854</id><published>2006-04-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:40.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, people do things that they know are right even though it's something that the affected people may not like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;, for doing what is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114442578922070854?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114442578922070854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114442578922070854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114442578922070854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114442578922070854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/04/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114429095101868560</id><published>2006-04-06T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:40.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRULY PISSED OFF!!!</title><content type='html'>I hate it when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm forced to wake up early all for NOTHING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people don't understand what I'm talking about and don't bother to let me know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my shoes cause me agony with each step I walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;things are just shitty, and I'm too busy to sort it out!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh... PMS has set in...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114429095101868560?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114429095101868560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114429095101868560' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114429095101868560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114429095101868560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/04/truly-pissed-off.html' title='TRULY PISSED OFF!!!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114363851803543201</id><published>2006-03-29T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:40.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, the ENFP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 26px; line-height: 30px; color: rgb(68, 68, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;by Marina Margaret Heiss  &lt;p&gt; Profile: ENFP&lt;br /&gt;Revision: 3.0&lt;br /&gt;Date of Revision: 25 Feb 2005 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt; [The following comes partially from the archetype, but mostly from my own dealings with ENFPs.] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;General: ENFPs are both "idea"-people and "people"-people, who see everyone and everything as part of an often bizarre cosmic whole. They want to both help (at least, their own definition of "help") and be liked and admired by other people, on bo th an individual and a humanitarian level. They are interested in new ideas on principle, but ultimately discard most of them for one reason or another. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Social/Personal Relationships: ENFPs have a great deal of zany charm, which can ingratiate them to the more stodgy types in spite of their unconventionality. They are outgoing, fun, and genuinely like people. As SOs/mates they are warm, affectionate (l ots of PDA), and disconcertingly spontaneous. However, attention span in relationships can be short; ENFPs are easily intrigued and distracted by new friends and acquaintances, forgetting about the older ones for long stretches at a time. Less mature ENFPs may need to feel they are the center of attention all the time, to reassure them that everyone thinks they're a wonderful and fascinating person. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ENFPs often have strong, if unconvential, convictions on various issues related to their Cosmic View. They usually try to use their social skills and contacts to persuade people gently of the rightness of these views; his sometimes results in their negle cting their nearest and dearest while flitting around trying to save the world.&lt;br /&gt;Work Environment: ENFPs are pleasant, easygoing, and usually fun to work with. They come up with great ideas, and are a major asset in brainstorming sessions. Followthrough tends to be a problem, however; they tend to get bored quickly, especially if a newer, more interesting project comes along. They also tend to be procrastinators, both about meeting hard deadlines and about performing any small, uninteresting tasks that they've been assigned. ENFPs are at their most useful when working in a group w ith a J or two to take up the slack. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ENFPs hate bureaucracy, both in principle and in practice; they will always make a point of launching one of their crusades against some aspect of it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;h3 align="center"&gt;Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;by Joe Butt &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ENFPs are friendly folks. Most are really enjoyable people. Some of the most soft-hearted people are ENFPs. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ENFPs have what some call a "silly switch." They can be intellectual, serious, all business for a while, but whenever they get the chance, they flip that switch and become CAPTAIN WILDCHILD, the scourge of the swimming pool, ticklers par excellence. Som etimes they may even appear intoxicated when the "switch" is flipped. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One study has shown that ENFPs are significantly overrepresented in psychodrama. Most have a natural propensity for role-playing and acting. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ENFPs like to tell funny stories, especially about their friends. This penchant may be why many are attracted to journalism. I kid one of my ENFP friends that if I want the sixth fleet to know something, I'll just tell him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ENFPs are global learners. Close enough is satisfactory to the ENFP, which may unnerve more precise thinking types, especially with such things as piano practice ("three quarter notes or four ... what's the difference?") Amazingly, some ENFPs are adept at exacting disciplines such as mathematics. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Friends are what life is about to ENFPs, moreso even than the other NFs. They hold up their end of the relationship, sometimes being victimized by less caring individuals. ENFPs are energized by being around people. Some have real difficulty being alone , especially on a regular basis. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One ENFP colleague, a social worker, had such tremendous interpersonal skills that she put her interviewers at ease during her own job interview. She had the ability to make strangers feel like old friends. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ENFPs sometimes can be blindsided by their secondary Feeling function. Hasty decisions based on deeply felt values may boil over with unpredictable results. More than one ENFP has abruptly quit a job in such a moment. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;a style="font-size: 21px; color: rgb(102, 102, 119);" href="http://typelogic.com/fa.html"&gt;Functional Analysis:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Extraverted iNtuition&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;The physical world, both &lt;i&gt;geos&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;kosmos&lt;/i&gt;, is the ENFP's primary source of information. Rather than sensing things as they are, dominant intuition is sensitive to things as they might be. These extraverted intuitives are most adept with patterns and connections. Their natural inclination is toward relationships, especially among people or living things. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Intuition leans heavily on feeling for meaning and focus. Its best patterns reflect the interesting points of people, giving rise to caricatures of manner, speech and expression. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Introverted Feeling&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;Auxiliary feeling is nonverbally implied more often than it is openly expressed. When expressed, this logic has an aura of romance and purity that may seem out of place in this flawed, imperfect world. In its own defense, feeling judgement frequently and fleetly gives way to humor. ENFPs who publicize their feelings too often may put off some of the crowd of friends they naturally attract. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Extraverted Thinking&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thinking, the process which runs to impersonal conclusions, holds the extraverted tertiary position. Used on an occasional basis, ENFPs may benefit greatly from this ability. Less mature and lacking the polish of higher order functions, Thinking is not well suited to be used as a prominent function. As with other FP types, the ENFP unwary of Thinking's limitations may find themselves most positively mistaken. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Introverted Sensing&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sensing, the least discernible ENFP function, resides in the inner world where reality is reduced to symbols and icons--ideas representing essences of external realities. Under the influence of the ever-present intuition, the ENFP's sensory perceptions are in danger of being replaced by hypothetical data consistent with pattern and paradigm. When it is protected and nourished, introverted sensing provides information about the fixed. From such firm anchoring ENFPs are best equipped to launch into thousands of plausibilities and curiosities yet to be imagined. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Perhaps the combination of introverted Feeling and childlike introverted Sensing is responsible for the silent pull of ENFPs to the wishes of parents, authority figures and friends. Or perhaps it's the predominance of indecisive intuition in combination with the ambiguity of secondary Fi and tertiary Te that induces these kind souls to capitulate even life-affecting decisions. Whatever the dynamic, ENFPs are strongly influenced by the opinions of their friends. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Famous ENFPs:&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt; Franz Joseph Haydn&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain)&lt;br /&gt;Will Rogers&lt;br /&gt;Buster Keaton&lt;br /&gt;Theodor "Dr." Seuss Geisel (&lt;i&gt;The Cat in the Hat&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Rooney&lt;br /&gt;James Dobson ("Focus on the Family")&lt;br /&gt;Andy Rooney&lt;br /&gt;Carol Burnett&lt;br /&gt;Paul Harvey&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Montgomery (&lt;i&gt;Bewitched&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Bill Cosby (&lt;i&gt;Ghost Dad&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Dom Delouise, actor&lt;br /&gt;Dave Thomas, owner of Wendy's hamburger chain&lt;br /&gt;Lewis Grizzard, newspaper columnist&lt;br /&gt;I. King Jordan, president of Gallaudet University&lt;br /&gt;Martin Short, actor-comedian&lt;br /&gt;Meg Ryan, actor (&lt;i&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Robin Williams, actor, comedian (&lt;i&gt;Dead Poet's Society, Mrs. Doubtfire&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bullock, actor (&lt;i&gt;Speed, While You Were Sleeping&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Robert Downey (&lt;i&gt;Heart and Souls&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Silverstone (&lt;i&gt;Clueless&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Sinbad&lt;br /&gt;Andy Kaufman&lt;br /&gt;Regis Philbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fictional:&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Doug Ross (&lt;i&gt;ER&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Balkie (&lt;i&gt;Perfect Strangers&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Ariel (&lt;i&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Irkle &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Copyright © 1996-2005 by Marina Margaret Heiss and Joe Butt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114363851803543201?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114363851803543201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114363851803543201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114363851803543201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114363851803543201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-enfp.html' title='Me, the ENFP'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114313428995206561</id><published>2006-03-24T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blown Bangkok...</title><content type='html'>I'm a shopaholic. I admit it... I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; Bangkok!!! It gives me so much licence to shop!! hahahahaha... Guess it doesn't help that I don't really keep track of my spending when I'm there... Some pictures to tempt you to boost the Thai economy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/48/116820252_c991b0e225_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/48/116820252_c991b0e225_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glam glam shoes for only 199Baht and 259Baht respectively!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/36/116820251_c4981a40f7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/36/116820251_c4981a40f7_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fantastic looking bag... and it smells a lot like leather too! From Chatuchak weekend market, selling for 350Baht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a pair of Levi's 593 (Authentic) there for only S$60! How much better can it get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I didn't spend the whole trip just shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/54/116805481_695b843107_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/54/116805481_695b843107_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The MRT system there looks great! It even has a screen on the glass panes beside the sliding doors at the stations! Beats TVMobile any day! Not that I can understand what they are saying tho... =) And the best part about the MRT is that it brings us everywhere without any worries of the previously notorious traffic jams in Bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/46/116805479_425533061c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/116805479_425533061c_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't pass up the chance for great food either. =P A roadside stall at the Chinatown in Bangkok served up monstrous size prawns like these... Fantastic food! No wonder we're losing all our tourists from the neighbouring countries there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good trip, tho something marred it in the end... But I guess what counted was the relationships that got struck up while we were there. =)&lt;br /&gt;I definitely burned my wallet and bank account this time... Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114313428995206561?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114313428995206561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114313428995206561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114313428995206561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114313428995206561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/03/blown-bangkok.html' title='Blown Bangkok...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114313175209888048</id><published>2006-03-23T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday '06</title><content type='html'>My birthday just came and went... It's kinda different this year... Feel very touched with a lot of people giving me well wishes and all. Some photos to let you see how loved I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/37/116805478_0f314248ac_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/37/116805478_0f314248ac_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My birthday cake from my A Maths tuition class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/40/116804221_4a25e37dcb_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/116804221_4a25e37dcb_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THE&lt;/span&gt; social worker's survivor kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/36/116804220_e8f0f27013_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/36/116804220_e8f0f27013_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Present from my colleagues! (Though I haven't read it yet... Hee....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/19/116805476_b8b69b46e6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/19/116805476_b8b69b46e6_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Special mention of my dear beloved Wobbly... which had been suspected to be made of *cough*&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;mucus&lt;/span&gt;*cough*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to all who made it such a fantastic time for me! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MUAKS!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114313175209888048?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114313175209888048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114313175209888048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114313175209888048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114313175209888048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/03/birthday-06.html' title='Birthday &apos;06'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114186338276922216</id><published>2006-03-09T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An itch that cannot be soothed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Itchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must not... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*scratch* *scratch* *scratch* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114186338276922216?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114186338276922216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114186338276922216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114186338276922216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114186338276922216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/03/itch-that-cannot-be-soothed.html' title='An itch that cannot be soothed...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114182681710615634</id><published>2006-03-08T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick...</title><content type='html'>Sigh... Have been sick for the past few days... Dizziness, conjunctivitis, back ache... I wonder if I'm growing old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114182681710615634?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114182681710615634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114182681710615634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114182681710615634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114182681710615634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/03/sick.html' title='Sick...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114131059567062788</id><published>2006-03-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/SP_A0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/320/SP_A0194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like my nail colour? I did this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe when I retire, I should become a manicurist...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/space&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114131059567062788?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114131059567062788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114131059567062788' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114131059567062788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114131059567062788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/03/vampire-red.html' title='Vampire Red'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114122140819536670</id><published>2006-03-01T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS From The Body Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/tbs_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/320/tbs_logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Birthday Wishes from The Body Shop! Don't forget to enjoy your birthday privilege of a one-time 20% disc. off all regular-priced items in the mth of March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Anyone wants anything from The Body Shop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114122140819536670?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114122140819536670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114122140819536670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114122140819536670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114122140819536670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/03/sms-from-body-shop.html' title='SMS From The Body Shop'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114061501304182536</id><published>2006-02-22T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/SP_A0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/320/SP_A0168.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say, how do you like it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114061501304182536?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114061501304182536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114061501304182536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114061501304182536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114061501304182536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-look.html' title='New look'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114039907208953821</id><published>2006-02-20T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What is disappointment? Or anger? Or jealousy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it'd be like if I could express all my emotions freely without fear of shame, recriminations, and all sorts of negative consequences. Maybe I've lived a life of masks too long so much so that I don't know how to be real anymore. Seeing how negative emotions are in the world around me, I would never be able to be me. It'd be too damaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I express emotions constructively? That's a question I'm asking myself so often nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to hide your fear and hurt under the mask of anger or even indifference but they eat at you until you're nothing left. You have to be sure the other person you tell your fear and hurts to will not throw it back at your face and tell you not to feel so in many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114039907208953821?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114039907208953821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114039907208953821' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114039907208953821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114039907208953821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am.html' title='I am?'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114010401226625614</id><published>2006-02-16T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone says...</title><content type='html'>someone says: "I wanna leave you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone says: "I've had enough of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone says: "I haven't seen you for a very long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone says: "You need to clarify if you don't understand what was being said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone says: "I'm lowly educated, that's why I don't know what she is talking about." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone says: "I saw a doctor and was told that I have hardening blood vessels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone says: "I wish you would be more understanding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone says: "She's always like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone says: " I don't know what to do anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But He says: "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I say: "I will take Your yoke upon me and learn from You, for You are gentle and humble in heart, and I will find rest for my soul. For Your yoke is easy and Your burden is light."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114010401226625614?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114010401226625614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114010401226625614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114010401226625614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114010401226625614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/02/someone-says.html' title='someone says...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-114010502209080953</id><published>2006-02-16T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What colour am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/rosemckay/1114653035_ktopyellow.jpg" alt="YELLOW" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellows are motivated by fun. They are inviting and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embrace life as a party which they're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hosting. They love playful interaction and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can be extremely sociable and persuasive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seek instant gratification. YELLOWS need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be adored and praised. While YELLOWS are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carefree, they are quite sensitive and highly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alert to others motives to control them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOWS carry within themselves the gift of a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOWS need to look good socially, and friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;command a high priority in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOWS are happy, highly verbal, easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored, and crave adventure. They can never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit still for long. They choose friends who,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like themselves, refuse to allow lifes boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;details stifle their curiosity. They embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day in the present tense. YELLOWS are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charismatic, spontaneous, positive, and can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be irresponsible, obnoxious, and forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you deal with a YELLOW praise and adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them, take a positive, upbeat approach, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promote creative and fun activities for and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/rosemckay/quizzes/What%20Color%20Are%20You%3F"&gt; What Color Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=56&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-114010502209080953?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/114010502209080953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=114010502209080953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114010502209080953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/114010502209080953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-colour-am-i.html' title='What colour am I?'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113933005653725961</id><published>2006-02-08T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rival in love...</title><content type='html'>What can you do&lt;br /&gt;when I feel that way to&lt;br /&gt;a hard and lifeless tool.&lt;br /&gt;It takes away his gloom&lt;br /&gt;yet it is his time's tomb.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a fool&lt;br /&gt;for losing his attention to&lt;br /&gt;this darned computer doomed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113933005653725961?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113933005653725961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113933005653725961' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113933005653725961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113933005653725961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/02/rival-in-love.html' title='Rival in love...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113826380803540005</id><published>2006-01-26T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On leave till 1 Feb</title><content type='html'>As the title says, I am currently on leave. You'd think that it's something to be really happy about but I've been sweating like nobody's business these days. With all the cleaning and painting and walking and buying and crying, it's a miracle that I'm still kicking... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how i'm gonna do it if I have my own house... Who's gonna do it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have also given up 6 days of my leave because I forgot to clear them before they expired. When I tell people, they don't understand why I didn't remember to clear them. To tell the truth, I have no idea what I'm gonna do if I take leave. When I told my mum that, she said that there's loads of things to do, it's just that I don't know. Seriously, that is one reason why I don't wanna take leave. I mean, if I have to spend time cleaning the house on my day of leave, what kind of a rest day is that? Sheesh... That's one reason why I wouldn't tell them when I take leave and just go out as per normal. Ironically, my mum did the same thing so that she didn't have to listen to my grandmother nag at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she notices the similarity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113826380803540005?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113826380803540005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113826380803540005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113826380803540005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113826380803540005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-leave-till-1-feb.html' title='On leave till 1 Feb'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113768492868468681</id><published>2006-01-19T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Drool*...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/macbookpro/gallery/images/macbookpro0120060109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://images.apple.com/macbookpro/gallery/images/macbookpro0120060109.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacBook Pro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.4inch: 1.67GHz Intel Core Duo&lt;br /&gt;S$ 3,688.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimated Ship: February&lt;br /&gt;Free Shipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.4-inch TFT display with 1440x900 resolution&lt;br /&gt;1.67GHz Intel Core Duo processor with 2MB shared L2 Cache&lt;br /&gt;667MHz frontside bus&lt;br /&gt;512MB (single SO-DIMM) 667MHz DDR2 SDRAM (PC2-5300)&lt;br /&gt;80GB 5400rpm Serial ATA hard drive&lt;br /&gt;Slot-load SuperDrive (DVD±RW/CD-RW)&lt;br /&gt;ATI Mobility Radeon X1600 with 128MB GDDR3 memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Slurp!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113768492868468681?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113768492868468681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113768492868468681' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113768492868468681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113768492868468681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/01/drool.html' title='*Drool*...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113768437245620617</id><published>2006-01-19T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; went for reservist from today to Sunday. Even before he went, I was fretting about what I can do when he's not around during the weekend. I think my social circle has been suffering. I got loads of friends but I find it difficult to keep up the contacting and going out sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, we were starting to plan for our wedding and while thinking of the people whom we could ask to help, I had too many choices(or so it appeared to me) while M was having a much more limited choice. But then he started to ask me when I had kept in contact with these friends that I said that I have since I'm always with him. That made me think a little and I guess I have been neglecting some people that I had been close to in the past. I also think that I've been very insecure about M, always wanting to spend all my free time with him. If he's not free, then I'll go look for other friends to go out with... All my schedules revolve around him. Sigh... Guess I am becoming a possessive girlfriend... How?!?! *panic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I need to apologise to all whom I have not seen very often for the past few years, especially those from my DG, people that I had spent lots of time with in NUS Crusade, and other friends from AHS and BMC... Call me when you're free? I promise to make time for you... Hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113768437245620617?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113768437245620617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113768437245620617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113768437245620617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113768437245620617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/01/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113742397407242989</id><published>2006-01-16T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:39.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's my alter ego?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1106434373FPFD1300.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/b&gt;. Your alter ego is Princess Aurora, a.k.a. Sleeping Beauty! 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href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113742397407242989?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113742397407242989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113742397407242989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113742397407242989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113742397407242989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2006/01/whos-my-alter-ego.html' title='Who&apos;s my alter ego?'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113604476514855970</id><published>2005-12-31T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year?</title><content type='html'>It's the end of the year! And the beginning of the next! Like &lt;strong&gt;*DUH*&lt;/strong&gt; right? Haha... How did you spend this interlude between the old and new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one year, I went to Changi Airport with &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; and we walked back to my place from there coz we were too cheapskate to pay for the extra fees. Well, it was a pretty long walk and after much sweat, blood and frightening experiences, we finally got home 3-4 hours later. As you would have guessed, that's an experience I rather not repeat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another where we went to the Esplanade and watched the fireworks. That was memorable coz we took our newly bought camera for a walk... We captured so many great pictures and videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others before I met &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; were not as memorable... Maybe it's coz he's not with me... Maybe there's no expectancy in the coming of the new year... Maybe it's coz my parents dun allow me to go out too late... *Hahahaha...* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think he made my life so much fuller... I mean, with the exception of God, who can accept me with all my flaws and boo boos and silly things I do? Who can love me with such tenderness and sweetness that I never knew I could have? Who can take all my temper tantrums that I blame on PMS even though it may not be so and all the pushing away coz I was always testing him to see if he would leave me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I would be marrying him, to say the vows that I would love and cherish him, in sickness and in health, in plenty or in lack, for better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you darling... Happy New Year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113604476514855970?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113604476514855970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113604476514855970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113604476514855970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113604476514855970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year?'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113587526656382696</id><published>2005-12-30T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KTV!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I LUUUUURRRRRRRVEEEEE SINGING!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was asking me why I like to sing at KTVs when there was an occasion that I absolutely refused to sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, there's a difference in the situations. Whenever I'm with friends, I would definitely sing. In fact, I may snatch the microphone from them!! But what most people don't know is that I actually feel scared whenever I first start singing with a group of people. I never know whether people would laugh at me whenever I sing off key or miss the lyrics or something. And that is always my worst fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the other scenario, people have already started saying things like: "She's really good at singing!", or "Her voice is really great!" and things like that. It's like, people have a higher expectation when they hear good reviews of movies, but when they watch it, they feel really disappointed coz it doesn't meet their expectations. I have the absolute fear that with such pressure, I may croak on the first line or something... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.... my greatest fear is to be laughed at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, my supervisor gave me this comment. He said that although I am very afraid of being laughed at, yet I don't mind being the clown of the group! I guess when I am the clown, I believe that I'm in control of others' ridicule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I am such a control freak...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113587526656382696?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113587526656382696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113587526656382696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113587526656382696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113587526656382696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/12/ktv.html' title='KTV!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113202916693229319</id><published>2005-11-15T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got it...</title><content type='html'>Yep, and there was more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I have forgiven her... but have I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113202916693229319?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113202916693229319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113202916693229319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113202916693229319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113202916693229319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-got-it.html' title='I got it...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113197556514203403</id><published>2005-11-14T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings, nothing more than feelings</title><content type='html'>I'm discovering more and more about myself these few days. I never knew I had such a lot of pain and anguish inside me, never knew that I felt so lonely actually, the feeling that nobody really loves me was so deeply ingrained in me that it just came out, and made me always so angry... Life is never fair isn't it? But I guess if I didn't feel safe, I would never had let myself go till I think the nerighbours must have been really worried... It's a good thing it wasn't the 7th month or they might think ghosts are howling. heh. Oh well, at least that part of me is dealt with. There might be more to come though... I'm counting on it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113197556514203403?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113197556514203403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113197556514203403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113197556514203403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113197556514203403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/11/feelings-nothing-more-than-feelings.html' title='Feelings, nothing more than feelings'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113163513519394201</id><published>2005-11-10T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/stressed....0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/200/stressed....gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to see my godson today.... He looks so adorable!! When asleep that is... Heh... I don't seem to have much luck when it comes to visiting him coz i always seem to drop by when he's sleeping. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, I have been seeing many babies/infants/toddlers. My cousin was showing me her daughter's pictures on her mobile phone, my godson was born, having to take care of my colleague's client's toddler... and also playing with another colleague's client's son. (Ok, the last one is already going to primary school...) Somehow, I think my maternal instincts are kicking in... It does not help that I borrowed a book which had a part about this character giving birth. And after the birth of my godson, watching this documentary on the baby inside the womb... Man, I think I'm having an overdose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone commented that I'm good with kids. Hmmm... I don't know, but I do know that I can't jolly well scream at other people's kids right? It's like, it takes extra effort for me to 忍 what these kids do. And I really understand why my mum screamed at me so much when I was young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope I can bring up my child properly so he does not become dysfunctional...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113163513519394201?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113163513519394201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113163513519394201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113163513519394201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113163513519394201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/11/baby-blues.html' title='Baby blues'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113154158145385552</id><published>2005-11-09T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me against my image</title><content type='html'>I think my job is having a bigger impact on my life than I'll ever imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting feedback that I'm not sharing very much of my life. Even &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; is feeling a little curious as to why my answers to his question of: " How was your day?" just gets a "Ok" or "Ok, but busy." answer. I don't know really why I'm not sharing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe I do... Some things have been happening in my personal life and somehow, I just find that I'm not comfortable talking about them coz they're quite personal and at times painful to talk about to people. It doesn't help that I've been very emotional lately and that makes me feel really vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who don't know me well always think that I'm a big blabbermouth and would just talk about everything in my life if I had an opportunity to do so. But I think those who do know me are finding it to be the opposite... Sometimes I do share extensively, and I think that's coz of my personality. I need to talk it out, let off steam, vent my frustration. Sometimes, that person could be &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;, but more often than not it's my colleagues who get the receiving end of my sharings nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for one thing, they're there! For the better part of my day, they are around me and being in my profession helps when you wanna have someone who will not tell me WHAT to do at the first 5 minutes of my sharing or to give me a reassuring line that things will be fine 20 minutes into my rants. They empathise with me, make me feel like my emotional crappiness is normal and don't shove advice down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I feel... safe. Yeah, safety is the word.... I've been finding out more and more about myself and getting genuinely surprised at myself. There is so much more to me! And knowing that safety is at the top of my priority of who to share my feelings and thoughts with is kind of weird since I didn't used to think that's important with other people's issues. And that also made me handle the information that others share with me more carefully since I don't want to hurt them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... So many insights and not knowing what to do with them is quite a headache... I think I shall continue this the next time I feel like it. Hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113154158145385552?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113154158145385552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113154158145385552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113154158145385552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113154158145385552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-against-my-image.html' title='Me against my image'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113081348103785500</id><published>2005-11-01T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another piece of useless info... But it's a nice quiz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elmo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You scored 52% Organization, 65% abstract,  and 76% extroverted!&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;font size="-2"&gt;This test measured 3 variables. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;First, this test measured how &lt;b&gt;organized&lt;/b&gt; you are.  Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Second, this test measured if you prefer a &lt;b&gt;concrete&lt;/b&gt; or an &lt;b&gt;abstract&lt;/b&gt; viewpoint.  For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to &lt;i&gt; mathematical and logical approaches&lt;/i&gt;, whereas abstract people are more the &lt;i&gt; dreamers and artistic type.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;Third, this test measured if you are more of an &lt;b&gt;introvert&lt;/b&gt; or an &lt;b&gt;extrovert.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an&lt;br /&gt;extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was&lt;br /&gt;somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more&lt;br /&gt;about herself. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;b&gt;mostly&lt;/b&gt; organized, &lt;b&gt;more &lt;/b&gt;abstract, and &lt;b&gt;more &lt;/b&gt;extroverted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people either love or hate Elmo.  I hope you love Elmo, because that's who you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;You are both somewhat organized. You have a good&lt;br /&gt;idea where you put things and you probably keep your place reasonably&lt;br /&gt;clean. You aren't totally obsessed with neatness though. Elmo has the&lt;br /&gt;same basic approach. His place is pretty tidy, but he doesn't spend all&lt;br /&gt;of his time cleaning it up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both are abstract thinkers. You definitely are not afraid to take&lt;br /&gt;chances in life. You only live once. You may notice others around you&lt;br /&gt;playing it safe, but you are more concerned with not compromising your&lt;br /&gt;desires, and getting everything you can out of life. This is a very&lt;br /&gt;romantic approach to life, but hopefully you are also grounded enough&lt;br /&gt;to get by. Elmo's whole life is based on fantasy and his imagination.&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning he was a regular character, but now he spends most of&lt;br /&gt;his time in this fantasy world. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both extroverts. Elmo likes to talk talk talk. He'll talk with&lt;br /&gt;people, goldfish, tables, whatever. Without interaction with others he&lt;br /&gt;gets very sad. You definitely enjoy the company of others, and you&lt;br /&gt;don't have problems meeting new people... in fact you probably look&lt;br /&gt;forward to it. You are willing to take charge when necessary or work as&lt;br /&gt;part of a team.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other possible characters are&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="brown"&gt;Oscar the Grouch&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bird&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Monster&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuffleupagus&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kermit the Frog&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grover&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Count&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Smiley&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also if you want&lt;br /&gt;to tell me your favorite Sesame Street character, I can total them up&lt;br /&gt;and post them here. Perhaps your choice will win! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/168/570/16957172787179881552/mt1129992018.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="62"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="88"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;41%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Organization&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="123"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="27"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;82%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;concrete-abstra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="126"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="24"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;84%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;intro-extrovert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=4525550649363613939'&gt;The Your SESAME STREET Persona Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=16957172787179881552'&gt;greencowsgomoo&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113081348103785500?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113081348103785500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113081348103785500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113081348103785500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113081348103785500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-piece-of-useless-info-but-its.html' title='Another piece of useless info... But it&apos;s a nice quiz!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113081198099611021</id><published>2005-11-01T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked on it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/MP_40_screen_eng_1.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/200/MP_40_screen_eng_1.0.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mymgw.com/index.php?view=gDetail&amp;id=33"&gt;Monster Pets&lt;/a&gt; allows players to groom not just one, but up to four monsters for fast-paced, heart-racing, tag team battles in this simulation cum turn-based action hybrid. Feed them and watch them grow as well as develop into fighting machines with special skills and abilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113081198099611021?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113081198099611021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113081198099611021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113081198099611021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113081198099611021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/11/hooked-on-it.html' title='Hooked on it...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113081082655373536</id><published>2005-11-01T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The title says it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/evoswitch7zg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/400/evoswitch7zg.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113081082655373536?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113081082655373536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113081082655373536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113081082655373536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113081082655373536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/11/title-says-it-all.html' title='The title says it all'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113041903448010168</id><published>2005-10-27T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I poor or what?</title><content type='html'>I've been lamenting to &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogpot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; that I'm feeling very poor as I have been spending a lot of money on things that I dun really need. And the worst part is that many of my friends have been getting married or giving birth to a baby or stuff like that and I have to come out with money to give ang pow to... Sigh... I'm not unhappy that they're getting married or having a child but it's just that my pocket is not really able to take all these expenses much longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agony of ever seeing your savings balance keeping constant, the next level is always so near, yet so far. And the fact that others who have gone into more lucrative careers have so much more to spend just gets to me at times. I remember once when &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M's&lt;/a&gt; mother was commenting that I'm actually earning quite little and my answer was: "Ok la... It's enough..." I wonder if I was just comforting myself... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then as I lamented, I saw &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M's&lt;/a&gt; income and the accompanying humongous expenses, I figured that God is fair. I'm earning enough! No doubt, a bit tight at times... But &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT'S ENOUGH!&lt;/span&gt; I will see each extra as a blessing that God has given me and to just bear with the less that I have to take! It won't help lamenting on it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I LOVE my job! And the people who go with it... Hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113041903448010168?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif' title='Am I poor or what?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113041903448010168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113041903448010168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113041903448010168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113041903448010168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/10/am-i-poor-or-what.html' title='Am I poor or what?'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-113041887682472244</id><published>2005-10-27T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shucks... My blog is worthless!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-color: white; width: 115px; text-align: center; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/25822676_789bf55448_t.jpg" style="border:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$0.00&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/" style="border: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" style="border: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-113041887682472244?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/113041887682472244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=113041887682472244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113041887682472244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/113041887682472244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/10/shucks-my-blog-is-worthless.html' title='Shucks... My blog is worthless!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112809289427583503</id><published>2005-09-30T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extravagance</title><content type='html'>Contrary to what I wrote about being contented with my &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/sg/products/gsm/gsm/sgh_e330c.asp"&gt;SGH-E330C&lt;/a&gt;, I went out and bought a new phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/sg/products/gsm/gsm/sgh_e720c.asp"&gt;SGH-E720C&lt;/a&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.... Ok, I must clarify, that &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com/"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; had needed a new phone as the &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/sg/products/gsm/gsm/sgh_e700a.asp"&gt;SGH-E700A&lt;/a&gt; that I had passed to him when I bought the &lt;a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/K700/index.aspx"&gt;SE-K700i&lt;/a&gt; (which got lost about 4 months after using it... and is the reason why I got the SGH-E330C) has been discharging by itself. So that means the phone battery does not last more than 2 days, which can be quite irritating. I did him a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;favour&lt;/span&gt; by getting this new one! Heh... He was quite reluctant to pay for a new one. *Grinz* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying it very much right now coz it has MP3 playing functions and can also record videos. Cool right? Yups, I'm a techie-wannabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; and I went house viewing this week! It's just at the block beside mine and so it's the same pattern as the flat I'm currently staying in! The floor's quite well done and the kitchen doesn't need much renovations. However, the wardrobes may need to be changed as they all look quite old-fashioned and... just plain old. But it's very exciting, coz even his parents have gone to see the flat and they think it's quite well maintained too. We probably need to further negotiate the selling price though... Too pricey for our budget. Hope the owner can lower the price...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have succumbed to the evil draws of the M*cros*ft world... I have brought back a PC to my work desk. Darn it! Well, at least I can leave my precious iBook at home. Heh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/ibookg4_front_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/320/ibookg4_front_2004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112809289427583503?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112809289427583503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112809289427583503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112809289427583503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112809289427583503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/09/extravagance.html' title='Extravagance'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112735368374719142</id><published>2005-09-22T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple Losses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/Shipinstorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/320/Shipinstorm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things don't just happen in ones... They come in shiploads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112735368374719142?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112735368374719142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112735368374719142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112735368374719142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112735368374719142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/09/multiple-losses.html' title='Multiple Losses'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112661329667794378</id><published>2005-09-13T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out-maneuverd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/4tightSep55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/320/4tightSep55.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undefined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shit! Lost the original thing that I wanted to rant about... Nvm... Shall try to recall...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!! I hate this!! Why don't you try to solve the problem that you caused???!! I do not need to do this!!! *Scream* *Shriek* *Tears hair* *Rolls on the floor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PMS is here...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112661329667794378?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112661329667794378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112661329667794378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112661329667794378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112661329667794378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/09/out-maneuverd.html' title='Out-maneuverd'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112644534477931880</id><published>2005-09-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quadlingualism</title><content type='html'>The latest interest I've acquired is learning to speak Malay. I've got a new colleague at work you see, and she's Malay. I've gotten her to teach me weird words like "Bum" and using them to irritate her... Hee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I bought this book called &lt;a href="http://www.teol.com.sg/marshallcavendish/genref/sg/catalogue/general_title/language/9812326456.xml"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malay&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;em&gt;3 Weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and it's quite cheap, being priced at slightly below $8 in Kino... Anyone interested to learn Malay with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the real reason why I'm learning Malay is because recently after my new colleague came over, there seems to be a great influx of Malay clients/callers! Hmmm... Looks like God is working on something here and I don't wanna miss it. Anyway, some of my clients have also been using more Malay words in sessions and I just have no idea what they are, so yups, gotta learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Wish me luck in my language learning ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.: I also got &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/o/ASIN/9812003010/103-5175787-1328639?SubscriptionId=1NQS2YBBC395EYKGKQ82"&gt;A Concise Malay-English English-Malay Dictionary&lt;/a&gt; at slightly less than $6! A steal, I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.p.s.: After looking at the date displayed above this post, I also just realised how ironic this post is... Go figure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112644534477931880?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112644534477931880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112644534477931880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112644534477931880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112644534477931880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/09/quadlingualism.html' title='Quadlingualism'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112498390773944344</id><published>2005-08-25T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair today, gone tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>I'm getting my pay tomorrow... I'm also getting a hair cut tomorrow... I'm gonna colour my hair and maybe consider perming my hair... Hee... me the bimbo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112498390773944344?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112498390773944344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112498390773944344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112498390773944344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112498390773944344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/08/hair-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Hair today, gone tomorrow!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112498369891746750</id><published>2005-08-25T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:38.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Programming blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/Simpsons_Scream-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/200/Simpsons_Scream-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my line of work, there are 2 components. Firstly is programmes, the other is casework &amp; counselling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am designated to be part of the casework &amp; counselling team, which is fine and good since I am a social worker by training. However, my heart is in programmes. I get a buzz out of doing programmes. I know what to do when programmes are run. I see my programme team colleagues do their stuff and I would just be gravitating towards them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you might wonder why I didn't ask to transfer to the programme team then. The answer is because my supervisor did not allow me to. He said that I should learn to do what I have been trained in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy helping out the programme team today. I did not see any clients, I did not do any paper work, I did not do anything I promised myself to have done. I am such a big idiot!! Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked my colleague to stop me from helping her with programmes the next time... I will also need self-control... God help me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112498369891746750?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112498369891746750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112498369891746750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112498369891746750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112498369891746750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/08/programming-blues.html' title='Programming blues'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112455138384631073</id><published>2005-08-20T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Economies of Scale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/200/entrance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for course on Wednesday to find a shred of memory being recalled. Mind you, there was nothing that I could have thought would stir me up in this particular course as it was on suicide intervention. However, I just had to meet my JC economics tutor there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember resolving to be the most piah student in JC because:&lt;br /&gt;a) The JC that i wanted to go to refused to let me in though I think i satisfied their criteria,&lt;br /&gt;b) I wanted to study Psychology in NUS so i better work hard,&lt;br /&gt;c) I dunno... maybe i wanted to re-create the joy i felt when i got my "O" Level results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, to cut the long story short, I was the super piah student in my class and so in my "piahness", I went to do up my own notes for Economics because:&lt;br /&gt;a) I wanted to be piah,&lt;br /&gt;b) I realised from "O" Levels that I remembered better when i wrote my own notes,&lt;br /&gt;c) It was a subject I knew close to nothing about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Econs tutor was known for his high standards of teachings as many in his class during the first 3 months would know. So in one of the first few classes while he was asking us some questions, I surreptiously took out my home-made notes to try to find the answer... I was caught of course and while he perused my notes, I was thinking of all the worst case scenarios (e.g. pointing out the wrong theories that I've copied down and then lecturing me about it, etc). However, he smiled and told me to just keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, I was treated as the owl in class: the teacher's pet who supposedly knows it all. Any questions my classmates had no answer to, I had to answer them. And if on any occasion I were to say i have no idea, he would shake his head sadly and say, "Even *** dunno..." and proceed to give us a lecture of how to answer that question. You have no idea how many times I had to smoke out some answers and luckily, they were also correct, though not necessarily the one he wanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even made me go to another tutor's class to teach them how to do MCQ when I only passed that test with a few marks only... So humiliating! It didn't help that I knew people in that class... I just felt like digging a hole and jumping in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, my class had to be on our toes whenever econs tutorial came round coz there were so many impossibly difficult questions to answer. It was a miracle that none of us suffered from a nervous breakdown then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, the chance encounter on Wednesday brought me down memory lane and it also kind of made everything go full circle... Coz he said this to me when I asked him what he was doing at such a course: "I'm no longer so strict with my class nowadays, have to be more gentle with them." Heh... I guess he recognised that he was really a slave driver then... The reply I gave him was: "Well, you were just trying to do your best to teach us ma..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was appreciative of the hard work he made us do as that brought me to understand that I reap what I sow. My friendships with people suffered when in JC. I was so focused on getting good results that I almost let my friendships just fade away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, I understood that results were not everything. So I spent more time with people in University and that really made me feel so much more alive. It also helped me to see that commerce subjects were just not my cup of tea. So... yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112455138384631073?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112455138384631073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112455138384631073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112455138384631073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112455138384631073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/08/economies-of-scale.html' title='Economies of Scale'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112410815684922303</id><published>2005-08-15T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To see red</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In anticipation of PMS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/Sept%204%20Elizabeth%20grouchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/400/Sept%204%20Elizabeth%20grouchy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate PMS and what it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become a snivelling, irritable, emotional and woozy woman when the time of the month is about to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bloat beyond recognition and feel like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a natural cleaning process but still, I feel like shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all Eve's fault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know I'm being irritating now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is a fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all these, I am still beautifully and wonderfully made!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112410815684922303?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112410815684922303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112410815684922303' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112410815684922303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112410815684922303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-see-red.html' title='To see red'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112368419543958510</id><published>2005-08-10T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus-y Fantasies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Part I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sat down on the bus today and discovered that the person sitting directly opposite me had bought a &lt;a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/w800/mainpage.aspx"&gt;Sony Ericsson W800I&lt;/a&gt;!!! I was like salivating there, and ridiculous thoughts just flashed through my mind:&lt;br /&gt;1)What if I were to snatch his phone, alight, and then run off? If I succeed, I would probably have to buy the charger, cables and stuff... &lt;br /&gt;2)Maybe he paid for the phone using his credit card and paying the minimum sum monthly... Aiyo... He's getting himself more and more in debt...&lt;br /&gt;3)He seems to be unattached... If he has a girlfriend, I think he'd go and buy it together with her. And he also wouldn't have this kind of money to waste on super duper expensive phones right?&lt;br /&gt;4)He's transferring data from his &lt;a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/product/t630/"&gt;Sony Ericsson T630&lt;/a&gt; to the W800I... Maybe he has remained with the old phone for 2 years and since he can sign a new contract, he might as well just get a good phone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman sitting diagonally opposite me was holding on to a counter, the kind where one can just press on a clicker and it would keep track of the number of times something was done. Her eyes were closed and she would be clicking quite quickly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothesis:&lt;br /&gt;1)She could be counting her heartbeats? Can't be... The clicks are not regular and there doesn't seem to be a time limit to her clicking...&lt;br /&gt;2)She might be doing some survey? Like number of people who nodded to the movement of the bus? Hmmm... Doesn't seem like it... Her eyes are closed...&lt;br /&gt;3)Wait! I see her mouth moving ever so imperceptibly... There's a pattern to it... I know!! She's chanting!!! Maybe her religion requires her to chant a number of times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sense of accomplishment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: i just found another person who has not read &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/span&gt;!!! These people don't have a life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.: Of course, since I'm generating such idiotic posts, I also don't seem to have a life right? Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S.: Erm... I've come to a conclusion that I should be contented with my &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/sg/products/gsm/gsm/sgh_e330c.asp"&gt;Samsung E330C&lt;/a&gt; until I really got the spare cash and also the end of my phone contract before I change my phone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112368419543958510?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif' title='Bus-y Fantasies'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112368419543958510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112368419543958510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112368419543958510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112368419543958510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/08/bus-y-fantasies.html' title='Bus-y Fantasies'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112351733535215652</id><published>2005-08-09T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lurve my iBook!!</title><content type='html'>I was doing some stuff at MacDonald's with my iBook when 3 teenagers came and sat at the table near mine. I was listening to my iPod Mini so could not really catch what they were talking about. However, from the admiring looks they were casting at my beloved, I couldn't help but just give them a half-smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they don't think I'm interested in them though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112351733535215652?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112351733535215652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112351733535215652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112351733535215652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112351733535215652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-lurve-my-ibook.html' title='I lurve my iBook!!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112351685313298431</id><published>2005-08-08T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory</title><content type='html'>Ok, for all who have not seen the movie and do not want to have their perceptions skewed by mine, please do not read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/charlie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/400/charlie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was highly excited when &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; said that we were going to watch &lt;a href="http://chocolatefactorymovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.&lt;/a&gt; However, I came out less excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it was a generally well-done movie, with all the special effects and music and stuff. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000318/"&gt;Tim Burton&lt;/a&gt; managed to keep as close to the original &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0141301155/ref=sib_dp_pt/103-6946762-0977456#reader-link"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; as possible. The pace of the movie was somewhat draggy at times and the "accidentalism"(if there is such a word) of the 4 children's actions in the book is suggested as something that had been pre-planned in the movie. However, I love the Oompa Loompas!!! They were fantastic. I liked the way the director used a mixture of music genres to feature the hysterically funny rhymes that the Oompa Loompa's came up with. The set was also as close to the mental picture I had as I was reading the book and at times, even more than I could ever imagine! The fantastic, the whimsical, the wonderful and the unbelievable becomes real here... In general, the movie was entertaining, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as a reader of the original book and having my own conceptions about the tone of the story, the movie's depressing and even somewhat macabre undertones made me shudder. Roald Dahl never explained why Willy Wonka was the way he was, which most children's books that I have read adhere by. I mean, &lt;a href="http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/eblyton.htm"&gt;Enid Blyton&lt;/a&gt; didn't have to explain why Moonface(&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"The Faraway Tree"&lt;/span&gt;) had his character right? So for Tim Burton to portray Willy Wonka as a man who was just longing for some family love just did not cut it with me. I wish Burton had continued with the whimsical part for that bit there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the ending was just a tad too forced for me... Seriously. You'd know what I mean when you see it. Besides, the ending just kills the opportunity of a sequel: &lt;a href="http://www.roalddahlfans.com/books/charglascover6.php"&gt;"Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator"&lt;/a&gt;! Oh well... But I guess they would find some way to if they really wanted to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. To add on, one redeeming factor of the movie was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000136/"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/a&gt;. M was just commenting to me that he's got great acting talent, in the sense that he is what he is portrayed to be! And I totally agree with him... Depp was fantastic as Willy Wonka... Wow... I would like to have that kind of a gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so if I were to rate this interpretation of this great children's masterpiece, I would give it a 3.75 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.:I discovered 2 persons who had never read &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Charlie and the Chocolate Factory"&lt;/span&gt; before!! My goodness... What a loss in their childhood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112351685313298431?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif' title='Movie Review: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112351685313298431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112351685313298431' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112351685313298431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112351685313298431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/08/movie-review-charlie-and-chocolate.html' title='Movie Review: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112330473835643483</id><published>2005-08-06T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>I've been really busy these few days, going home late at night and waking up early to go to work. It's been really tiring and things are just not going in the pace I would like it to go. There are phone calls I don't dare to make, readings that are barely touched, case recordings that need to be written, and meetings that are yet to be. How long more can I last? It doesn't help that my other colleagues are also facing the same issues and for a few, more. I get quite affected by their mood and would like top help support them but sometimes it's just hard and sometimes, the very best thing I can do is to leave them alone till they're done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Btw, I changed my seating position in the office! Now I have a window view and the best part is: I don't fall asleep so easily now! Maybe it's because the air behind is always quite warm and conducive for sleeping. Nowadays whenever I feel tired, I just stare out of my window and that really freshens me up for the next task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course that I've been attending for the past few weeks has been great! It's like an integrative hands-on course for what I have learnt in university and I know how to use them! *Finally...* However, it's going to be really tedious to use it for all my cases as the process of going through this will take a really long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think most of you would have no idea what I'm talking about so far but I think I'm doing this to journal what I've been going through and internalising what has been going on so that I don't have my brain all full of information but not knowing how to use them coz I don't really understand them. Heh... Yups, rubbish. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I think the change in seating position might also be God's way to train me to be more patient and to keep watch over my tongue... Some people are just trying their damn hardest to be irritating!!! Well, I have resolved: They can be sour about things and try to affect me, but I will not be irritated! They can say nasty nasty things about others but I know that their hearts will be affected as well. They can saunter here, there and everywhere but I have my window view and shall not be disturbed... So yeah! God shall be my peace and He shall judge. I am nothing without him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slogged all week just for last night.... Karaoke was fantastic!! I went there with a few friends and it was just fun! Although some of them weren't really keen on going coz they don't really sing but I think they enjoyed themselves so I think that's the most important thing! Me and &lt;a href="http://xooplexity.blogspot.com"&gt;Xooplex&lt;/a&gt; sang 无言的结局 and made the others flip with laughter. Heh... I think it's more fun this way... Yeah, and there were other songs la... Like F, she likes all the 张信哲 songs and we had 5 at one shot!! Overkill.... Heh... Anyway, hope there can be more of such outings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups. Finished updating my life... Heh... Think I just had word diarrhea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112330473835643483?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112330473835643483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112330473835643483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112330473835643483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112330473835643483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112285869169449416</id><published>2005-07-30T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry...</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;a href="http://www.anotherchanceatlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adinahaes&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not meeting up with you while you were back... We did attempt to meet up but it was a series of mishaps that caused the lack of opportunity to meet up. Sigh... I'm sorry that we weren't able to catch up and now you have to be stuck in Australia for the whole year! Well, no matter what, do study hard and I'll be here if you need someone to talk to ok? Take care dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In God's Love,&lt;br /&gt;Blubbering Nonsense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112285869169449416?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112285869169449416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112285869169449416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112285869169449416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112285869169449416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112238661174408193</id><published>2005-07-26T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden bouts of sadness</title><content type='html'>Have you ever woken up early in the morning and saw your elderly grandmother or mother preparing water, drinks and breakfast? I did so this morning and felt such a huge surge of sadness because I just could not help but have a mental image of my grandma lying in a coffin, gone. I couldn't help but start crying, coz I can't imagine something like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last Friday, while on course, the instructor was talking about a primary attachment figure that everyone will have. I thought hard for a while and the first person to come to my mind was my grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the after-effects of the scare that I got last week when I received news that my grandma had fallen at the bus-stop near my house while she was about to go home. It was so scary since I had no idea what happened and my mother told me not to rush back. It was many hours later that I knew she was ok, just had to have lots of stitches on her chin. Good thing she's ok and that there were a few neighbours around who helped her up and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God she's ok... I just went to take out the stitches with her just now. To hear her suddenly suck in air coz of the pain really made my knees go weak... Can't imagine how I'd be if she were to be really gone... Must pray for her so that I may see her in heaven eternally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/320/-.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112238661174408193?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112238661174408193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112238661174408193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112238661174408193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112238661174408193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/07/sudden-bouts-of-sadness.html' title='Sudden bouts of sadness'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112229855938983232</id><published>2005-07-25T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of irritation</title><content type='html'>I really hate it when &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; tells me that I cannot buy something that I feel is a good buy. I saw this pair of pants from &lt;a href="http://www.mango.com/e/"&gt;Mango&lt;/a&gt; that looks great on me. However, the colour is quite unconventional... It's those kind of blue that's really bright. But it does look nice! And it costs only $29!!! I mean, how cheap can that be? Ok, granted I got a pair of white pants from &lt;a href="http://www.topshop.co.uk/promostores/tops/index.html?make_live=yes&amp;promo="&gt;Topshop&lt;/a&gt; just the night before but that's not the point!! With my huge bum, it's so difficult to get good pants!! Argh!! I really really hate him now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/wpmickey46b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/320/wpmickey46b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112229855938983232?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112229855938983232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112229855938983232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112229855938983232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112229855938983232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/07/moments-of-irritation.html' title='Moments of irritation'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112196323457453918</id><published>2005-07-22T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How does it feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/quizzical1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/200/quizzical.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone, who is not very nice, makes a comment which sounds innocent but does not seem to be so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112196323457453918?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112196323457453918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112196323457453918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112196323457453918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112196323457453918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-does-it-feel.html' title='How does it feel...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112178461001336871</id><published>2005-07-19T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lounge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/img44l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/400/img44l1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new home will have this... I miss having the time to laze around and read. I feel so deprived! Other than this, the room will be filled with bookshelves and it must have a great hi-fi system inside. Yups! it's gonna be mine, all mine!! Though I do have this nagging feeling that I would have to pack it ever so often... Or else, I think &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; will hit the roof! hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112178461001336871?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112178461001336871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112178461001336871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112178461001336871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112178461001336871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/07/lounge.html' title='Lounge'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112169839105575056</id><published>2005-07-18T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of the Word</title><content type='html'>Ever had the experience with the words of a friend had hurt you so much even though they didn't mean to? You know she might not have meant it that way but it's still painful? And you can't really tell her that she's hurt you because no matter how you explain it, she's never get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's sermon was about the power of God's word. How God has spoken the world into existence. Also, how we can use God's word to pray prophecies, blessings, healing, and many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think words are very powerful. They can make or break a person. Guess that's why &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; never  liked me calling him names and all. Well, really appreciate him teaching me things like this so that I can learn to love without using destructive words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/1600/boy%20kiss%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3177/1131/320/boy%20kiss%20girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112169839105575056?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112169839105575056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112169839105575056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112169839105575056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112169839105575056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/07/power-of-word.html' title='The Power of the Word'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112144927323169171</id><published>2005-07-16T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At random.</title><content type='html'>It was the first time for the 5 year-old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! That was the place for the birthday party that kor kor was in! Mummy is saying something. Oh. I have to go into the class? Ok. Go home mummy... You have many other things to do. I will be ok. No, you don't need to be here. Just go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room smells nice. But many children were crying... Why are they crying? Are they scared? Hey! Why are you crying? Don't cry. I'm not crying... Oh dear, I'm feeling a little scared myself. But I'm a big girl now! The nice lady in front is talking. What is she saying? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better sit down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Leader? Ok! Give out the papers and the pencils. Collect the papers and the pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To be continued...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112144927323169171?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112144927323169171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112144927323169171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112144927323169171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112144927323169171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/07/at-random.html' title='At random.'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112144042519087443</id><published>2005-07-15T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review - Wenny Has Wings by Janet Lee Carey</title><content type='html'>I was at Sans Bookshop today during the lunch break of my course when I saw this book entitled &lt;a href="http://www.janetleecarey.com/wenny1.htm"&gt;"Wenny Has Wings"&lt;/a&gt;. I started reading it and just could not put it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a pair of siblings who had gotten into an accident. The boy's sister, Wenny, died while he, Will, survived the accident. The whole book was a compilation of letters that he wrote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letters are like a travelogue, which details the journey of grief that the family went through. I couldn't help but feel my eyes brimming with tears that just came while also smiling at the different antics that Will got into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its simplicity of language, coming from the perspective of an 11 year old, pulled at my heart strings in unimaginable ways. Do take a read if you come across the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112144042519087443?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112144042519087443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112144042519087443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112144042519087443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112144042519087443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/07/book-review-wenny-has-wings-by-janet.html' title='Book Review - Wenny Has Wings by Janet Lee Carey'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112125845591379992</id><published>2005-07-13T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers.SG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bloggers.sg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/25461075_ec3d738b07_o.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112125845591379992?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112125845591379992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112125845591379992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112125845591379992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112125845591379992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/07/bloggerssg.html' title='Bloggers.SG!!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112087945879135938</id><published>2005-07-09T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:37.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucky Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Suckiness in life is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to attend your good friend's wedding;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being left out of something fun that others are involved in;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being allowed to do what you are good at doing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're made to feel second class or less than worthy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting sick when you have to meet up with a friend you have not seen for a long time;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying home when you long to go out;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing money playing mahjong when you're already broke (or rather, you're not supposed to be gambling in the first place...);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being cheated of your money by the girlfriend of your cousin (who fell out of love soon after...);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you made a mistake that made you look bad/stupid in front of others;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying a mobile phone after months of waiting only to find a newer model coming out in 1 week's time;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to act in a play when you are really really wanting to do that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're not invited to go to a chalet that your boyfriend is going to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112087945879135938?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112087945879135938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112087945879135938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112087945879135938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112087945879135938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/07/sucky-life.html' title='Sucky Life'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112075130718679183</id><published>2005-07-07T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:36.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-life crisis?</title><content type='html'>My dad asked me a weird question today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching a show where the female lead was upset with her dad for favoring males and thinking that all women have to do is to stay at home and give birth to babies. So they had this super big argument and the female lead dashed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad then asked: "I'm not like that right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite stunned... My dad doesn't ask such personal stuff... He normally answers our questions with grunts of assent or dissent. He also does not initiate conversations so this question came as a shock to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response was, "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he pointed to the tv and repeated the question again. So I actually told him, "No. In fact I think you prefer daughters." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my sister butted in and they started to banter. Which left me thinking about this incident... I think if my sister didn't come in then, we would have been quite awkward. Also, what's making my dad so different? He's changing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only reason I can think of is mid-life crisis, where he is thinking of rescuing flagging relationships with his children. Well, he has been really chummy with my sister and I must say that I am quite jealous of the easy way they can talk and banter. But I guess he's slowing down and thinking of what is more important so that's good... Better late than never right? Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I gotta go. I have 2 reports to write before tomorrow and I'm also tired... Just wanted to pen this down. Might analyse this another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wanna give your interpretation of this episode?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112075130718679183?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112075130718679183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112075130718679183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112075130718679183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112075130718679183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/07/mid-life-crisis.html' title='Mid-life crisis?'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112066233411872442</id><published>2005-07-06T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:36.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Several minutes too early...</title><content type='html'>Sigh... these few days have been wierd. Clients call us at the most awkward times. It's like they always call when I'm about to go home and rest. Yesterday was a client who wanted to commit suicide coz someone insulted her. I had to make an emergency home visit and the funny thing was that she resolved the issue herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another client was upset that we didn't give her money and threatened suicide. So the team had to call the relevant authorities. Well, there'd be more follow-up to be done and I think it's gonna be stressful for everyone in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really need to pray for unity and strength to support one another in the office! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, God has been good and He has been encouraging the various people in the centre saying that we're at the centre of His will and that we are to be courageous. (Joshua 1) Yups, do pray for us. There'll be more tsunami-like waves to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112066233411872442?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112066233411872442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112066233411872442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112066233411872442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112066233411872442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/07/several-minutes-too-early.html' title='Several minutes too early...'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112058236207849694</id><published>2005-07-06T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:36.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick</title><content type='html'>Heh... I've been enjoying my iPod mini and also trying to find a different blogskin for this. It doesn't help that i've been sick. Was on MC for 3 days last week. Really bad sore throat with on-off fever is enough to make me feel like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've eaten more panadols last week than any other periods of sickness all added together. I kept getting this woozy feeling, like as if i wasn't there. Also, my head was throbbing like hell... So i was popping 2 pills at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also resorted to drinking pipa gao every 10 minutes to try to moisturise my throat. It's been 8 days but thank God, my throat is now getting better. Was telling &lt;a href="http://xooplexity.blogspot.com"&gt;Xooplex&lt;/a&gt; that i think i'd rather have a racking cough than to have sore throat. It's terrible! Especially when I cringe in pain whenever I have to swallow anything. Sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, was having some misunderstanding with a friend last week. I know that I was probably asking for it... Coz I can be very nosy and meddlesome so I guess it can get on some people's nerves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, F, was talking to another friend about something and i poked my nose in the conversation. So she said jokingly, "It's not your business leh!" I know she was joking but I couldn't help being upset coz I was trying to be helpful. And in her joking tone, I could also hear that she was kinda serious in meaning it. So yeah... painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, F was talking about something and I asked her a question. She got quite upset as she didn't really wanna talk about that topic. I was just super confused lor... The question i asked was not very intrusive, but after some analysis with another friend, C, I probably didn't phrase my question properly. So anyway, we managed to clear the misunderstanding through email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess one thing i learnt was that I should not be so nosy in the future. So just do my own things and don't talk so much lor. That's why the bible says that we should be careful with our tongue. God gives us 2 ears and 1 mouth. For us to listen more and to talk less... Must learn! Bite my tongue if I have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! On a more positive note, &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;, his colleague and I went to watch &lt;a href="http://www.mrandmrssmithmovie.com/#"&gt;Mr &amp; Mrs Smith&lt;/a&gt; yesterday! Brad Pitt looks so good in the show! Also, the on screen chemistry between Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie is absolutely sizzling! I mean, I was really wondering if the rumour that the divorce between Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston was caused by her. But I guess we would never know right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112058236207849694?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112058236207849694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112058236207849694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112058236207849694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112058236207849694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-112005975217825856</id><published>2005-06-29T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:36.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT MY IPOD MINI!!!! WOO HOO!!!!</title><content type='html'>I GOT MY IPOD MINI!!! WOO HOO!!!! It's a cool silver 2nd generation iPod!! heh.... Just got it from the hands of a newly ROM-ed couple who got it as a gift from their friends. And quite a low price at that, for a brand new machine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was initially quite hesitant to trust the guy coz i mean, i got to know him through &lt;a href="http://sg.auctions.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo Auctions&lt;/a&gt; ma... I was so worried that i even got &lt;a href="http://onethingido.blogspot.com"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; to talk to him when it was time to meet up. Heh... I also told him to make sure i open it up and examine the contents before giving the money (although i did give the seller money first before i opened it up coz the seller looked quite appalled at my suggestion. Heh...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he came down with his wife and yup, it was a happy ending coz they got a look at the BEEEYOOOTEEFUUUULLL thing that they just missed out on. Oh well... Heh... Such is life... *glee!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! By the way, on a thanksgiving note, God showed his love and grace for me by holding the rain, not once, not twice, but thrice! &lt;br /&gt;It's like when I woke up this morning, the sky was overcast and looked gloomy. So i was thinking about what kind of shoes i would have to wear to make sure I don't get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cold feet&lt;/span&gt; (pun intended). So anyway, when i came out from the bathroom, the sky was nice and sunny! Wow... and I was just thanking God for that. So i went out happily and as i went to the train station, the dark clouds loomed in the very near distance and the sky was constipated once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached my stop, it still had not rained so i walked briskly to the office. Just as i was within 1 metre to the nearest shelter of the connected building, it started to pour like nobody's business... God is good! (Though a few of my colleagues did get wet... *sheepish laugh*) Well, maybe He wanted me to be in a good mood for morning devotion with Pastor James. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 3rd time was when I was about to meet M for dinner. When i finished attending to my case at closing time, it was pouring cats and dogs. However, by the time i finished packing, it stopped again! How great is the God who watches over us and takes care of our every minute need! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, am reminded of the fact that God is still the Lord, the one who created us. In Leviticus, He reminded the Israelites many times but they did not pay heed. I think God is trying to tell me something... Shall I be the stubborn mule any longer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak... God must prevail in my life! I must die to self and carry the cross daily... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iPod Mini is a joke to the above statement isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-112005975217825856?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/112005975217825856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=112005975217825856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112005975217825856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/112005975217825856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-got-my-ipod-mini-woo-hoo.html' title='I GOT MY IPOD MINI!!!! WOO HOO!!!!'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-111992727655175889</id><published>2005-06-28T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:36.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on life</title><content type='html'>It's strange how I have been getting emails from 2 persons that I have not heard from for quite a while. One is a friend I got to know from uni. After her graduation, she flew off to France and soon after, I heard that her boyfriend had proposed to her and she's getting married. Afterwards, there was no other news of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend, Y, was my kindergarten cum primary 1 classmate and I lost contact with her until I went to JC. That was when I got to see her again. But after graduation, I lost contact with her again. So it's been 6 years since i last saw her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're getting older when the people you have not seen for many years start to want to meet up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're getting older when you reminisce about the good ol' times that was more than 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're getting older when a simple illness takes more than a day to heal and you're feeling like shit while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're getting older when you think about getting a manicure when your nails are long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're getting older when a simple jog causes your whole body to protest and threaten to disintegrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're getting older when all you're thinking of is buying very expensive stuff (e.g. IPod Mini...) which one would never think about 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm all of the above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die la... My money no enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-111992727655175889?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/111992727655175889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=111992727655175889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111992727655175889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111992727655175889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/06/updates-on-life.html' title='Updates on life'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-111966524586720544</id><published>2005-06-25T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:36.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Malaysian Blogger are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: small;"&gt;Congratulations HF, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://myblogger.kennysia.com/ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minishorts&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://minishorts.net"&gt;minishorts.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are outgoing, direct, smart, pretty, and a definite go-getter. You are frank, a little too frank perhaps that sometimes you get on people's nerves and make them very upset. If people attack you, you hit back with triple the force without blinking because you are the kind of person who knows exactly what you are talking about or else you wouldn't talk about it. Your quick-thinking is what makes you special. You are an elitist. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://myblogger.kennysia.com"&gt;Which Malaysian Blogger Are You? &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-111966524586720544?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/111966524586720544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=111966524586720544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111966524586720544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111966524586720544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/06/which-malaysian-blogger-are-you_25.html' title='Which Malaysian Blogger are you?'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-111954326086326322</id><published>2005-06-24T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:36.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Games of the future</title><content type='html'>Heh... See &lt;a href="http://www.macusersg.org/forums/index.php?topic=25435.0"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;! I think it's have you rolling on the floor in laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i got this sms that just obviously shouts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCAM!!&lt;/span&gt; to all who reads it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/21118962_e43dc050c7_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-111954326086326322?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/111954326086326322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=111954326086326322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111954326086326322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111954326086326322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/06/olympic-games-of-future.html' title='Olympic Games of the future'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-111937264702079824</id><published>2005-06-22T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:36.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange people</title><content type='html'>I arrived at the lift under my block of flats and saw a neighbour. Now, i don't really know her very well, but I've seen her before. She used to wear very loose fitting clothes and with her haircut, looked quite like a male. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, she has started work and looks much better with her change of clothes and haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened at the lift landing was strange... She saw me and gave me a very fierce look. She surveyed me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. And it did not just happen once, but twice! The best part was, I was looking at her while she was giving me the once over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people will look away when they are caught looking at you? I mean, I've got quite a bit of experience, especially with the Bangladesh workers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the time when I was crying on a bus. The 2 Bangladesh workers sitting in front of me kept surreptiously turning back to look at me. They would also quickly turn back their head when they see me looking at them. They were also trying to use the window as a mirror to see what's going on. Hahahahaha... Amusement in the midst of sadness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back to the episode. Thoughts just ran wild in my head as I went into the lift with her. I didn't really dare to look at her but I could feel her stare... I was wondering if there was something wrong with me, like my skirt was too short or that I was too fat or what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she could also be looking me me coz I'm pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-111937264702079824?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/111937264702079824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=111937264702079824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111937264702079824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111937264702079824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/06/strange-people.html' title='Strange people'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-111933765089563974</id><published>2005-06-21T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:36.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPod &amp; me (Overkill I)http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif</title><content type='html'>I received a call from the recently returned &lt;a href="http://anotherchanceatlife.blogspot.com"&gt;Adinahaes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Hey dear! I saw your blog. I like your design! Anyway, if you wanna buy an IPod mini or something, I've got 10% discount at the Apple shops in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are not serious?!&lt;br /&gt;A: I am! why didn't you tell me you wanted one BEFORE I came back?&lt;br /&gt;Me: How was I supposed to know that you had the 10% discount?! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;/span&gt; (Groan of agony, collapsing &amp; frothing from the mouth...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Anyway, after some calculations, I figured that the price is about the same after currency conversions and all. So... *shrugs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody tell me if they got some discount somewhere that I have no idea about so that I won't miss out on such things again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-111933765089563974?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/111933765089563974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=111933765089563974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111933765089563974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111933765089563974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/06/ipod-me-overkill-ihttpwwwbloggercomimg.html' title='IPod &amp; me (Overkill I)http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-111925918125867327</id><published>2005-06-20T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:36.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPod and other peripherals II</title><content type='html'>Yes... I've gone on an overkill and made myself more depressed by adopting this blog design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want an IPod! It can be a mini, or a pretty, white one... Anyone wanna sponsor me? Hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-111925918125867327?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/111925918125867327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=111925918125867327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111925918125867327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111925918125867327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/06/ipod-and-other-peripherals-ii.html' title='IPod and other peripherals II'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-111922732848648181</id><published>2005-06-20T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:36.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>I was at MacDonald's just now and saw this girl having breakfast with an army boy. Part of the conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Go and buy breakfast la!&lt;br /&gt;AB: You know, you come so early all the way to Pa**r R*s just to eat with me, people will think you xiao!&lt;br /&gt;G: Aiya, it's ok la... Go and buy breakfast or later I'll be late!&lt;br /&gt;(After some other conversation...)&lt;br /&gt;G: ... you'll be so bored eating breakfast here alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation made me smile as i thought of all the times I would do crazy things like this as well. And this was especially when I was interested in the other person. So when he said that, I was really cringing within... I mean, do you expect a female to say: "Yeah, i'm interested in you or else I will not do something like this for you!" Sigh... Males... The most thick-headed species of the human race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the craziest thing I ever did for a guy whom I liked must be the time when I got ice-cream from 7-Eleven outside school and coz I was worried it might melt, I even brought my own newspapers to wrap it up so that it won't just become cream. The worst part was: The guy did not appreciate it! Apparently, he was having a tummyache that day but he didn't say it. So I got quite offended and just left the ice-cream there, whether he took it or not is another matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh... Eventually, he did take it, despite the tummyache and all... He also gave me a treat to apologise for the incident as well as to celebrate my birthday. It was one awkward dinner as I didn't really know what to talk to him even though I could be considered as one of the most talkative amongst all my friends. Well, managed to pull through the dinner and I think I had a good time. I said "I think" coz my heart was beating so hard during the whole time that I can't really remember what we talked about anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh... yes... You may have guessed who it is... The rest is history... and the present... and the future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-111922732848648181?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/111922732848648181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=111922732848648181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111922732848648181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111922732848648181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/06/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13042424.post-111917706727035028</id><published>2005-06-19T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:42:36.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPod mini &amp; other peripherals</title><content type='html'>I know I must be crazy when I start dreaming about owning an IPod Mini. The best thing was: It was free! Someone had so kindly given it to me. hahahahaha.... I don't remember the person though, otherwise I would go and look for the person and try to get him/her to really get me one. Heh... Fat hope i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother had been bugging me about getting this &lt;a href="http://www.osim-usa.com/osim/os8000.htm"&gt;OSIM foot massager&lt;/a&gt; for my dad as a Fathers' Day present. I have already told him that I didn't have any money and he went as far as to suggest that I pay him when we get our bonuses at the end of the year while he buys one first. I really though it was quite redundant given the fact that I think my mum enjoys the time when she massages me dad's feet. (That's when they talk and have legitimate physical contact in the public...) Also, the last time he got a massager, my dad used it for a grand total of... *drumroll* ... 2 weeks (Maximum.) before he complained that it was too heavy and didn't help much. So that went into obscurity. (Or rather into the cupboard where almost nobody ever opens.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing to mention is this: my brother is terrible at managing his own finances. He used to spend every cent he has and then borrow from me or my mum in order to get by. (He does it less often these days but i really don't think he has much savings.) So if he were to buy this, he probably will find it difficult (Impossible, rather...) to get by for the next few weeks till he gets his pay. So i don't really want him to use future money to pay for this thingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things came to a climax when he said that he wanted to get the massager today. I refused point blank, saying that we could wait till we get our bonuses &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AT THE END OF THE YEAR&lt;/span&gt;! That's not too long to wait, isn't it? But NOOOOOOO.... He has to get it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;... And he has the cheek to message me: "We really have to do what we need to do." Is that ridiculous or what? You mean, I die die also must cough out an amount of money to pay for this frivolous thing that MY BROTHER wants to buy? It's not even a request from my dad! So when i asked him why he would want to force me to buy something that i don't agree to buy, he said that he didn't! He obviously does not see it as emotional blackmail as it really is... Argh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the final conclusion of this story is: My brother decided to buy a watch for my dad instead. He has not asked me if i wanted to share but i'm just waiting for him to open his mouth and ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he will. Don't ask me how i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13042424-111917706727035028?l=freudiansleep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif' title='IPod mini &amp; other peripherals'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/feeds/111917706727035028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13042424&amp;postID=111917706727035028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111917706727035028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13042424/posts/default/111917706727035028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freudiansleep.blogspot.com/2005/06/ipod-mini-other-peripherals.html' title='IPod mini &amp; other peripherals'/><author><name>Hannah Neo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06475150360119105897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Die4Nw-cjug/TvDYq8Nn_xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ocV9Rhic0gg/s220/109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
