<?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-7059178725641274863</id><updated>2011-09-22T02:03:53.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of subtlety</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-3499916131440797844</id><published>2010-11-10T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:06:52.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i asked for pork chop at a halal restaurant. absent-mindedly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sorry, we don't serve pork at this halal restaurant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-3499916131440797844?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/3499916131440797844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=3499916131440797844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/3499916131440797844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/3499916131440797844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-i-asked-for-pork-chop-at-halal.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-2391680235778117931</id><published>2010-10-05T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:04:02.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope i redeemed myself a little today! he said i was hardworking and that he thinks i'm gutsy. i think i had no choice today but to talk to complete strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why on weekends, i really just want my personal time with loved ones and friends i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up agonizing about the difficult loan case. come on, let me work my miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-2391680235778117931?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/2391680235778117931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=2391680235778117931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/2391680235778117931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/2391680235778117931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hope-i-redeemed-myself-little-today.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-3717516444385620163</id><published>2010-10-03T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T01:02:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've never felt more dumb in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as what the bf would say, it's a CLM. career-limiting-move. i forgot that my boss told me - twice before - that he had a kid. and after that i asked to see photos of the kid - which he already showed me before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good move, man. better still it was two in a row. stop laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-3717516444385620163?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/3717516444385620163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=3717516444385620163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/3717516444385620163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/3717516444385620163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-never-felt-more-dumb-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-5735562243783432874</id><published>2010-09-28T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:43:47.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sense of dread</title><content type='html'>it's like a shadow over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people first hear about me, then they meet me. they hear about the fanciful tie-ups i have in my family and assume i would have no problems getting my business at all. (and i really need to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thank&lt;/span&gt; the person who cannot keep his mouth shut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, the prejudice. the pre-conceived smooth-sailing career they think i'm in for. honestly if i were them and i hear about such things about a person, i'd mark down the person in terms of capability. because of that damn notion, there's this inherent need to prove myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, whoever said it's easy doing business with people you're closest to? i'm running into shit problems just bringing the business in. i'm not supposed to ask questions and put the deal through just like magic? i'd rather not do the business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i got to be more careful at work. some people seem really nice, but with certain incidents you question their character. i was actually shell-shocked that this person looked at me and said nothing, did nothing, when i accidentally scalded my hand this morning. that she turned back to do her work right after. that i realised she actually watched me repeatedly doing the same thing that she did 'wrong' before, and said nothing. until i asked if it was right. it makes me sad but i'm trying not to think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really hard to trust people this way. cut out the superficial talk, please. i'm done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i think the person i'm happiest talking to is my section head (the one above my boss), and he did ask me to drop by to look for him when i can, i think people will be watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-5735562243783432874?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/5735562243783432874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>sh*t i really hate getting lost. and i hate myself more for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;accomplishing&lt;/span&gt; it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a week, and i'm still fumbling around raffles place. with conviction i walk in a certain direction, only to end up at square one a good fifteen minutes later.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; i tell you, i blame the towers that blocked my view.&lt;/span&gt; there's more, but really there'd be no end to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to top it all off, the load i had with me today made me feel like a bumbling vagrant. great, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-6407492971451643972?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-4074652573399216159</id><published>2010-09-23T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T01:32:50.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if today's autumn/winter fashion preview event was an assignment, i'd fail miserably. went there with The Round One for martinis and canapes. mostly. well, at least that was all i intended (sorry, retailers). seriously there wasn't anything interesting there. zilch. while she was purposefully thumbing through the autumn/winter collection, i just dutifully followed behind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping after dinner was also emotionless to me. more so because of what she was trying to tell me! maybe i'm too headstrong for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eyes are fluttering close now. think i'll shut them for now. we'll leave tomorrow's problems to tomorrow. ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-4074652573399216159?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/4074652573399216159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=4074652573399216159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4074652573399216159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4074652573399216159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-todays-fashion-preview-ion-orchard.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-4910877227812235878</id><published>2010-09-21T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T23:36:42.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you making me right?</title><content type='html'>as i was walking back from work (smiling at my portuguese egg tarts and d24 durian mooncakes), these were &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; outgoing messages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; baby i might love working at this place. today another boss told me that when he's stressed, he shuts the door and says a short prayer. catholic too! &lt;br /&gt;&gt; i think it's really quite a humbling experience here really. in a different way. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; haha yeah. it's like God's forcing me to pray you know. a constant reminder that He's there and life's not all about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a little overwhelming, the whole everyone-is-catholic-and-you'll know God's in this place thing. i'm definitely not a 'good' catholic, and i told them just that. funny thing was, they said the same thing but it feels like they're more devout than me. and when we really just let go, things out of the ordinary happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone just said to me, 'i like being catholic because it's predictable'. but i tell you, it's going to be far from it. my human nature fights the very notion of being catholic because it really means putting myself out of my rational comfort zone. it's amusing how that person sees our religion as being 'safe' and comfortable because he doesn't like being placed out of his routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being catholic makes me more aware. on how i am still so lacking before Him. and how He works his magic through the most unexpected ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-4910877227812235878?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/4910877227812235878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=4910877227812235878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4910877227812235878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4910877227812235878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-you-making-me-right.html' title='are you making me right?'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-2105314516827558100</id><published>2010-09-19T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:37:21.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the night before a new dawn</title><content type='html'>i suppose why i didn't get up to leave, was because i wanted to sit a little longer. to sit there at the pew, after mass, for a little bit of solitude. and why i needed that solitude, was to find that little bit of peace within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been such a smooth ride, with everything happening within expectations. now with new scenes before me, it almost feels like someone pulled the rug under me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i too reliant, to want to have a mentor around me? perhaps i could be stronger, and even more independent. but, am i not independent enough? i know some things are unexpected, but i do feel a little lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passages are all pointing to leave our lives to Him, and He'd do best what he thinks for us. i always wonder if essentially, it indicates a lack of self direction and drive. but even if we planned our own lives, would we be truly happy with the results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, i'm simpler. it takes very little for me to take delight in things around. one could say i'm easier to please, more happy-go-lucky. i wasn't always like this, and i did come a long way. my expectations are just set much lower, so that whatever else comes along would be a bonus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be great if my other half could share my views. but i can't expect that. that's something that everyone decides on their own. otherwise it defeats the whole purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his views, are not within my control. his loftier ideals seem to be weighing him down. or maybe the process of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i do. now it's weighing me down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a year more, before we get separated. before that comes, i'll think less. it's better that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-2105314516827558100?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/2105314516827558100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=2105314516827558100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/2105314516827558100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/2105314516827558100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2010/09/night-before-new-dawn.html' title='the night before a new dawn'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-7255946467792058498</id><published>2010-09-07T12:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:28:47.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of banking and pr</title><content type='html'>ahhhhh. it's been such a long hiatus since i've penned down anything, if at all! heh. have i been wordless? uninspired? too lazy to think? all of the above, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't written or typed anything for the last year, ever since i left public relations. the only letters i've punched in were my password combinations to the different banking systems. and my most active instrument was perhaps the MOUSE. to find out about the latest fund prices and movements, to book trades and to check on clients' portfolios. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps an email here and there to enquire about certain pesky customers' information, and to colleagues, "Free for coffee?" speaking of which, i've never taken so much coffee before i came into banking. it's not that i didn't know Starbucks is around for a reason - the coffee trend - but i've always wondered how those working class folks in their uppity (and uptight) business wear make it there. but i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a feeling somewhere, that banking's not me, me. and honestly, i'm in this line more to please someone else than in it for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i return to what i'm supposed to be doing, and enjoy 100% what it is? i'll leave it to Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-7255946467792058498?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/7255946467792058498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=7255946467792058498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/7255946467792058498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/7255946467792058498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-banking-and-pr.html' title='of banking and pr'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-9072549752071566884</id><published>2010-01-15T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:02:09.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so lazy to blog, i'm so lazy with everything else too. so much so that maybe it's time to clean up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-9072549752071566884?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/9072549752071566884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i got offered! after the gruelling two rounds of interview. i wonder what the future holds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-5526295778122675365?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/5526295778122675365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=5526295778122675365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/5526295778122675365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/5526295778122675365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-i-got-offered-after-gruelling-two.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-2800251006969898889</id><published>2009-06-12T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:21:41.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is almost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will definitely miss some of them, as weird as it might seem. letting go is always the hardest. when will the right time be? I hope He will show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did He feel like this when he knew his 'hour' was coming? think it was much worse than this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everything works out, because i have to leave it in His hands now. my work is almost done here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-2800251006969898889?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/2800251006969898889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=2800251006969898889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/2800251006969898889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/2800251006969898889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-almost-time.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-5210305132441485616</id><published>2009-05-13T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:53:58.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 1.23am and i'm up with many issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worried about family matters, worried about leaving sherry behind for 2 weeks. worried abt friends even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's a rising wall between you and your 'good friend', are you still good friends? if your lives and values are so different, can you stand each other? yes i respect differences but feel they are taking us on separate paths. sometimes i really can't stand some of the things you do or say, especially when it launches into a personal attack on someone you hardly know. i keep my distance because of that, and that distance is growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you come to me mostly in times of trouble, or help in work. yet when the occasion arises for a fraction of your support, you deflect to the 'fun' side. where i can't be because it is my duty to stay on the other side, or i choose to because it feels like the right thing to do. i don't expect you to choose the path i take but it would have been nice if you had supported me wholeheartedly and not out of guilt and circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this sense of rivalry that i get from you although i have no wish to go into that. somehow you're disgruntled that you have a lack of power. from day one i told you that we will be working separately. seriously there was not much politics until you arrived. why are you pushing your way into a territory that's not even yours? you left me with no choice but to draw the line and define the rules once and for all. and for something you assumed you had a right to, but don't, you're unhappy for not getting your way? i think i can tell when you respond out of unhappiness - and you're dragging other people down with you...which i can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're a true friend, why do i have so many doubts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't make me regret the times i stuck my neck out for you..because sometimes i'm starting to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-5210305132441485616?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/5210305132441485616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=5210305132441485616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/5210305132441485616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/5210305132441485616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-225243811903562394</id><published>2009-04-05T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:14:06.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think it's super hard to be subtle, especially when you're happy. happy for another. but you're told to contain your emotions, to play it cool. any cooler and i'd be fake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the working field's a war out there. am i the soldier, the commander or the enemy? i still haven't figured that out yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-225243811903562394?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/225243811903562394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=225243811903562394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/225243811903562394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/225243811903562394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-its-super-hard-to-be-subtle.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-5254747081696242145</id><published>2008-10-22T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:22:43.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long time. and i haven't had much time of my own to think, reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was clearing my spam-filled hotmail when i saw amusing messages from long time ago. how my ex was really so possessive - but i somehow didn't see it that clearly. how a jc friend tried to reconnect and said that we missed the opportunity to be friends - but our emails died along the way. how a senior used to guide me in life and school - but we're both so caught up with our own lives now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess as we get older, we lose ourselves and some people along the way. i hate when that happens and always wonder if i could have done more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get more cynical about the intentions of others. is he/she doing this for their own benefit? why are they suddenly being so nice to me? is this just temporary? are we interest-group friends? can i trust them with my personal thoughts and feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherry's (my dog) probably the most loyal one around right now -- shows how much trust i have in men, besides my bf -- and i'm not even sure how long she'll stick around. with her unfortunate life-threatening virus, nothing seems certain. as with life, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lil' nostalgic right now, recollecting the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the could haves, should haves. i cherish what - and who - i have right now. it's just harder getting back what i've lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you see this, it means you still remember me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-5254747081696242145?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/5254747081696242145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=5254747081696242145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/5254747081696242145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/5254747081696242145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-7399891864722235507</id><published>2008-08-03T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:30:57.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day out with mum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/SJWktFLi7jI/AAAAAAAABNE/RSyrpd8hT8E/s1600-h/Hide-and-seek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/SJWktFLi7jI/AAAAAAAABNE/RSyrpd8hT8E/s400/Hide-and-seek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230267636652371506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/SJWktTI6veI/AAAAAAAABNM/LWFNaf6T_jE/s1600-h/Kimono+babes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/SJWktTI6veI/AAAAAAAABNM/LWFNaf6T_jE/s400/Kimono+babes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230267640399445474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a couple of shots (complimentary, courtesy of someone who recommended)&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's all in the name of fun. Glad we didn't have to pay for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-7399891864722235507?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/7399891864722235507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=7399891864722235507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/7399891864722235507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/7399891864722235507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-day-out-with-mum.html' title='my day out with mum...'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/SJWktFLi7jI/AAAAAAAABNE/RSyrpd8hT8E/s72-c/Hide-and-seek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-4232881072845152345</id><published>2008-04-26T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:04:56.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the scare</title><content type='html'>got very worked up yesterday when my bro called me in the late morning while i was at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tick fever. virus attacking her red blood cells. the vet says sherry has a 50-50 chance. he said we could buy and strike 4d if she recovered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was already tearing when i heard that. and what sort of comment was that from the vet?! sherry wasn't her usual self the past few days..stopped eating..not even our human food which we slip to her sometimes. and she didn't growl in the mornings like she did. didn't really run around. didn't even come to the door to say bye to me when i left for work! she got bitten by ticks. ticks that were infected (not that common - vet said only 1 in 50 dogs get it - but she got it anyway..sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed back during lunch to see her. apparently her ears were turning yellow - jaundice. iced her and force-fed her water. think she must hate me now. but it's for her own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to work all worried. when colleagues asked me what happened i starting breaking. one of them was mean enough to laugh when she found out the reason for my distress. it might sound ridiculous but i do treasure my puppy and i treat her as family - what's wrong with feeling the way i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really hopes she pulls through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-4232881072845152345?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/4232881072845152345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=4232881072845152345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4232881072845152345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4232881072845152345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2008/04/scare.html' title='the scare'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-4531687900289607493</id><published>2008-02-21T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:14:16.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new puppy sherry</title><content type='html'>meet sherry :) the frisky little jack russell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who adorably clung tightly to me, shivering and afraid, on the very first day we got her.&lt;br /&gt;who slept oh-so-soundly in the basket and cloths we prepared for her.&lt;br /&gt;who peed, crapped and toppled her drinking bowl such that all three matters were a beautiful mesh.&lt;br /&gt;(and we wondered how one small 3 month-old puppy could have stored so much ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who yelped and whimpered through the second night&lt;br /&gt;but behaved on the third&lt;br /&gt;and further delighted us by taking the initiative to crap on the newspapers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherry's getting smarter :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing's for sure: it's sure not easy looking after a puppy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/R72TA4RzrCI/AAAAAAAABK4/8bs2cEFa40E/s1600-h/Sherry+acts+docile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/R72TA4RzrCI/AAAAAAAABK4/8bs2cEFa40E/s320/Sherry+acts+docile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169449590607555618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/R72TBYRzrDI/AAAAAAAABLA/acJglzDMUzo/s1600-h/Sherry+and+her+bone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-puppy-sherry.html' title='my new puppy sherry'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/R72TA4RzrCI/AAAAAAAABK4/8bs2cEFa40E/s72-c/Sherry+acts+docile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-1170164076457510870</id><published>2008-01-13T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:22:14.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things have been happening, one after another. are those His signs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there's no bigger crisis than to be planning for a milestone event, and have your key personnel die on you (literally). the event is postponed and the whole company changes tack. we change too, according to the new leader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managing uncertainty. being on call 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it consumes you and takes a toll on your physical, emotional and mental being. the trick is to draw a line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help wondering when this would all be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-1170164076457510870?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/1170164076457510870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=1170164076457510870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-7377300056191866261?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/7377300056191866261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=7377300056191866261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/7377300056191866261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/7377300056191866261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-irony.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-9022660311370686048</id><published>2007-11-20T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:32:18.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i forget how books suck you into a world of your own. or rather, a world of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you start thinking, empathizing and feeling.&lt;br /&gt;of things both foreign and familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how we all fight so hard for the things we want&lt;br /&gt;and how we get them&lt;br /&gt;only to realise it's temporary&lt;br /&gt;and that our paths have already been planned by above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we really get a choice at all?&lt;br /&gt;or do we just think we do when we don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you decide. (do you?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-9022660311370686048?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/9022660311370686048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=9022660311370686048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/9022660311370686048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/9022660311370686048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-forget-how-books-suck-you-into-world.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-2421457180477575238</id><published>2007-11-11T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:34:43.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it just me or it happens to most females?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the confidence to step on the accelerator only comes with my familiarity with the route - which means i need practice. put me in a place like yishun to navigate and i'll cry for baby to come pick me up instead (which he did, actually) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remember spending two hours to get home from school (ntu) by car when it normally took me about an hour and a half by public transport. driving up the wrong expressway made me feel absolutely intelligent too. up till now, i can't say i won't make the same mistake - unless i'm driving the same route everyday. even the area around my own house is a challenge at times - i got charged twice for ERP in the span of less than an hour when it wasn't even my destination. [writer's note: pls note that all this happened a long time ago]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing my homework helps - finding out where it is, which route i should take. and of course, the most important thing is having the emergency number to call when i'm lost on the roads (that would probably be my brother and my boyfriend. heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the route or routine headache (can be taken both ways), i still find the skill of driving useful. unless, of course, i get so flustered that i forget that a manual car has a clutch. in an emergency two weeks ago, i mistook the brake pedal of a MANUAL car to work the gears (which works for auto cars). i spent 15 minutes literally pushing the gear stick. had i lifted my dormant left foot meant for driving manual cars, i would have found that the gear-box was still fully functional. thank goodness i hadn't told my dad (ever the skeptic of female drivers, but gives me a go at times) that his car was spoilt - i actually crafted an sms to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i digress. my point is, i should practise more. so that there'd be one less stereotyped-driver on the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-2421457180477575238?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/2421457180477575238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=2421457180477575238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/2421457180477575238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/2421457180477575238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-it-just-me-or-it-happens-to-most.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-6333580426151984748</id><published>2007-11-08T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:01:55.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excuse no more</title><content type='html'>it's kind of amazing how God works.&lt;br /&gt;i knew i'd never be 'ready' to do his work&lt;br /&gt;so i found excuse after excuse not to do so&lt;br /&gt;the inertia in me was a huge barrier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why go through all that&lt;br /&gt;when i'm so comfortable now with the way things are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just threw it to me&lt;br /&gt;but he worked through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more reason to praise Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-6333580426151984748?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/6333580426151984748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=6333580426151984748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/6333580426151984748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/6333580426151984748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/11/excuse-no-more.html' title='excuse no more'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-2112104824973415202</id><published>2007-10-26T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:14:22.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm seldom home early on a friday night - feels kinda odd really. baby's really sick, never seen him so out before. sigh. his mum fainted cos she got the virus too. my bro's sick too. my colleague's sick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i be next? i hope not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am strong! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-2112104824973415202?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/2112104824973415202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=2112104824973415202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/2112104824973415202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/2112104824973415202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-seldom-home-early-on-friday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-5050255683113680538</id><published>2007-09-16T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:46:23.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost sheep</title><content type='html'>are we lost sheep in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father damien was saying people these days get too caught up with everyday life. i do agree that it's really easy to get lost. always find it hard to share spiritual stuff that's happening. speaking to people in church is really different from speaking to other people. i don't know..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days pass so quickly. am settling into my new job (it's been 3 hectic months). hardly get time to do anything much. weekends always pass in a flurry too. am wondering when life would slow down. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, am really glad the new version of itunes is out. I finally have itunes back on my mac! yay! before that it was down :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-5050255683113680538?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/5050255683113680538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=5050255683113680538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/5050255683113680538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/5050255683113680538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/09/lost-sheep.html' title='lost sheep'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-7375486201298720012</id><published>2007-09-02T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T11:11:10.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rtopp3Va9sI/AAAAAAAABKY/zMZ_hLZgDac/s1600-h/Image113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rtopp3Va9sI/AAAAAAAABKY/zMZ_hLZgDac/s320/Image113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105438926783051458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd 'clown' he sent to my present office...after last year @ Raffles Medical Group...created a spectacle in the office again..lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-7375486201298720012?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/7375486201298720012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=7375486201298720012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/7375486201298720012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/7375486201298720012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/09/2nd-clown-he-sent-to-my-present-office.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rtopp3Va9sI/AAAAAAAABKY/zMZ_hLZgDac/s72-c/Image113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-7626719029720790022</id><published>2007-09-02T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T10:47:00.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zzzz i've got to go down to compass point later again (went yesterday afternoon)..on a sunday!...to handle the media. there goes my weekend...taking up both my afternoons! hmph. but well. at least it's an achievement getting the media to go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling hungry again. shall go hunt for food now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-7626719029720790022?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/7626719029720790022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=7626719029720790022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/7626719029720790022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/7626719029720790022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/09/zzzz-ive-got-to-go-down-to-compass.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-480579663507359073</id><published>2007-08-27T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:08:31.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here and there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RtJ3v3Va9oI/AAAAAAAABJ4/hbH0FO7kvOA/s1600-h/Image106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RtJ3v3Va9oI/AAAAAAAABJ4/hbH0FO7kvOA/s320/Image106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103272991955547778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RtJ3wHVa9pI/AAAAAAAABKA/_ckZEGGUfQg/s1600-h/P8260008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RtJ3wHVa9pI/AAAAAAAABKA/_ckZEGGUfQg/s320/P8260008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103272996250515090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RtJ3wnVa9qI/AAAAAAAABKI/Kqph5snl6eU/s1600-h/P8240026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RtJ3wnVa9qI/AAAAAAAABKI/Kqph5snl6eU/s320/P8240026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103273004840449698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RtJ3xXVa9rI/AAAAAAAABKQ/RGuyzmzNODk/s1600-h/P8240047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RtJ3xXVa9rI/AAAAAAAABKQ/RGuyzmzNODk/s320/P8240047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103273017725351602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-480579663507359073?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/480579663507359073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=480579663507359073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/480579663507359073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/480579663507359073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/08/here-and-there.html' title='here and there'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RtJ3v3Va9oI/AAAAAAAABJ4/hbH0FO7kvOA/s72-c/Image106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-4606007304585148375</id><published>2007-08-12T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:48:15.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melancholy</title><content type='html'>i'm almost never gonna find enough time on my hands to do the things i want to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read up on financial supplements/investment books&lt;br /&gt;read the bible regularly&lt;br /&gt;sleep (time's really precious!)&lt;br /&gt;do my work (it's never-ending)&lt;br /&gt;run regularly (the thought of running the year-end 42km scares me.)&lt;br /&gt;watch tv &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss going back to school. all them lectures, tutorials and seminars almost seem fun now. am waiting to see if there's a work-school divide among friends. can feel it sometimes. but everyone's so caught up with their own stuff, i understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i'm now more active in prayer meetings and church, it still feels foreign. a little superficial. i don't wanna be a sunday catholic. need to live my life better. but it's a lil hard to integrate cos the people there are speak a different lingo. am still giving it another try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-4606007304585148375?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/4606007304585148375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=4606007304585148375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4606007304585148375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4606007304585148375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/08/melancholy.html' title='melancholy'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-2752342781075016923</id><published>2007-07-25T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T20:00:39.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>convocation 24 July 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rr71WopQ-nI/AAAAAAAAA5M/PTOnrWbw4fg/s1600-h/P7240072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rr71WopQ-nI/AAAAAAAAA5M/PTOnrWbw4fg/s320/P7240072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097781597446404722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rr71XIpQ-oI/AAAAAAAAA5U/pz-Q6Sqz12I/s1600-h/P7240049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rr71XIpQ-oI/AAAAAAAAA5U/pz-Q6Sqz12I/s320/P7240049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097781606036339330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rr71XYpQ-pI/AAAAAAAAA5c/buyzEueNrPU/s1600-h/P7240063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rr71XYpQ-pI/AAAAAAAAA5c/buyzEueNrPU/s320/P7240063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097781610331306642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rr71YIpQ-qI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Sfl-GLOdfmU/s1600-h/P7240016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rr71YIpQ-qI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Sfl-GLOdfmU/s320/P7240016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097781623216208546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now he knows. he probably won't feel comfortable reading some of the stuff i write/wrote/have written over the years. i don't know if i'll change my writing style, being more conscious of a particular reader. but i hope things will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my CONVOCATION on tuesday, 24th July. A milestone in my life. Never thought i'd feel this happy graduating. I do, but at the same time, i miss school too. and of course, meeting him in school. it'd be 2 more years before he graduates. i hope i'll be there at his convocation when the time comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to NJ on impulse. Always wondered if we'd passed each other along the corridors without knowing. So we drove in and took some photos. Heh. How nj has changed. Uniform's a lil different. The canteen area's been extended into a pavilion. The FIELD's GONE. In place of it, would be SYNTHETIC grass. Imagine, all the times we'd trained on the lousy-quality field. now they get special grass! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't intend to meet anyone, but mr goh (my econs teacher) recognized me, and we chatted for a bit. I'm pleasantly surprised that he can remember my name even after 3 years. The last time I was back in nj was to collect my A'Level cert. met mr tong too. heh felt bad that i didnt go find benzie dio, but i'm sure i'd see him again soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after graduation, this new chapter beckons. working life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-2752342781075016923?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/2752342781075016923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=2752342781075016923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/2752342781075016923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/2752342781075016923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/07/convocation-24-july-2007.html' title='convocation 24 July 2007'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rr71WopQ-nI/AAAAAAAAA5M/PTOnrWbw4fg/s72-c/P7240072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-7702488062642928881</id><published>2007-07-12T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T18:41:42.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work work work!</title><content type='html'>work is crazy. multi-tasking has gone onto a whole new level. an events company has 6 ppl working on one event. in my pr agency, it's one person on 6 accounts. and it's pr PLUS events. i'm stressed out la. sobsob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last one in the office now...heh blasting music from class 95 to keep me sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-7702488062642928881?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/7702488062642928881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=7702488062642928881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/7702488062642928881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/7702488062642928881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/07/work-work-work.html' title='work work work!'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-8755960900455587810</id><published>2007-06-30T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T01:05:21.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RoU7yWD7ShI/AAAAAAAAA4o/zIDKyUoLzHk/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RoU7yWD7ShI/AAAAAAAAA4o/zIDKyUoLzHk/s320/Image083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081533490659019282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing like a flower to brighten up the day (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-8755960900455587810?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/8755960900455587810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=8755960900455587810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/8755960900455587810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/8755960900455587810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/06/theres-nothing-like-flower-to-brighten.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RoU7yWD7ShI/AAAAAAAAA4o/zIDKyUoLzHk/s72-c/Image083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-8504652915403028007</id><published>2007-06-24T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:27:35.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>961</title><content type='html'>Thank God we're okay. Just escaped a traffic accident yesterday. Baby and i were on the bus home (961) along bukit merah when another bus crashed into our bus. The window pane shattered directly one seat away where we were sitting. And shards of glass flew. towards us too. but luckily we weren't injured or anything. the bus driver seemed more concerned about his bus than us, his passengers. argh. there was an indian lady who escaped just barely cos she was the one seated one seat away from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i'm reminded of the fragility of life. for that split second of that impact, i didn't know what would happen. how serious it would be, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad we're all safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-8504652915403028007?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/8504652915403028007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=8504652915403028007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/8504652915403028007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/8504652915403028007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/06/961.html' title='961'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-8440154821676684932</id><published>2007-06-18T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:59:10.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;i'm getting boreeed at work. they haven't assigned any challenging tasks yet, so i'm stuck with just reading ALL the magazines and ALL the newspapers ALL day long (well, almost). some people might envy this (wah, i get paid for reading mags?) but not me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...dinner time. Guess I won't post again until there're happenings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-8440154821676684932?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/8440154821676684932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=8440154821676684932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/8440154821676684932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/8440154821676684932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-getting-boreeed-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-664236611545231276</id><published>2007-06-16T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:42:26.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well.</title><content type='html'>to be on the safe side, i won't blog about work. will definitely get tracked la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda tiring, but for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;yep i'm gonna turn in soon..nighty night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(let's hope i will have a life OUTSIDE work to talk about next time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-664236611545231276?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-9125318362590608051</id><published>2007-06-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:30:39.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on tenterhooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;kinda nervous about tomorrow as it's my first day on the job. &lt;br /&gt;will my colleagues be nice?&lt;br /&gt;can i manage the workload?&lt;br /&gt;can i still have a personal life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it always feels as though i haven't prepared enough. &lt;br /&gt;not enough clothes?&lt;br /&gt;shoes?&lt;br /&gt;makeup?&lt;br /&gt;technical skills?&lt;br /&gt;has my command of language deteriorated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of language, i'm supposed to continue to give tuition via email. and maybe go down once a month?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-9125318362590608051?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/9125318362590608051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=9125318362590608051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/9125318362590608051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/9125318362590608051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-tenterhooks.html' title='on tenterhooks'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-4504621668422130417</id><published>2007-06-10T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:15:18.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugly side of retailers</title><content type='html'>don't ever, ever, ever replace your watches' battery at lucky plaza. i guess that's where they rip off the tourists (and locals alike, because they nearly pulled a fast one on me!). the first shop at the basement closest to paragon showed me the worst service ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some snippets of our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ah seng': eh, you never change your battery before ah? very hard leh. got so many small screws! your battery very expensive. $35.&lt;br /&gt;me: [quiet] (thinking to myself, is that my problem? how is that related to me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few seconds later..&lt;br /&gt;ah seng: eh, miss, can don't stand near me? you giving me stress. (in an impolite tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few seconds later..&lt;br /&gt;he puts the small screws on the table, without anything to hold them (he drops them later on)&lt;br /&gt;then, he takes out an electronic calculator battery and tells me that the battery is more expensive, so i have to pay him $45 instead. we negotiate and reach $38. asked for receipt but he said they didn't issue them for under-$100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the battery was installed, it looked totally unresponsive. in fact, it looked like it wasn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah seng: i don't know how to reset your watch. ask your boyfriend press some buttons himself. should be no problem. &lt;br /&gt;me: can you do it for me instead? you should know.&lt;br /&gt;ah seng: aiyah, this watch i don't know. ask your boyfriend la. $38 please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after standing around with my friends for a while looking at the poor watch, i approached them for a refund. or just somebody to UNDO the lousy thing. apparently NOBODY knew how to do it besides that guy. and guess what, he conveniently disappeared to the toilet RIGHT after he collected the money. i pressed his colleagues to find him immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked nonchalent and gave no explanations. but he complained about having to re-screw the pieces. said it was difficult. and in the process he DROPPED one of the tiny screws on the ground. that wasn't all, you know. he asked for a $5 service fee!!!! at this time, one of my friends had gone off first, leaving me and another girl. we both looked very unhappy, and my face was very black. i think the shop people knew. they started pulling down the shutters of the shop. at 7pm?!?!? we wondered if they were afraid we would create a scene (i was already planning to, as soon as my watch was safe in my hands).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he was done, he said, "so i'll give you back $33 cos of service fee. i did a lot of work you know."&lt;br /&gt;i stubbornly insisted that i was NOT going to pay him for any service. i wanted $38 back. he tried again, "$5 service". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT KIND OF SERVICE IS THIS? I AM NOT PAYING FOR IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got all my money back, but not before he shouted a hokkien vulgarity at me. i spent the rest of the night seething. even through dinner with the girls. i'd love to pursue this matter, i'm just not sure which is the best way. or if it's even WORTH my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the more i think about it, the angrier i get. hey guess what, the world is ugly after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-4504621668422130417?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/4504621668422130417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=4504621668422130417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4504621668422130417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4504621668422130417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/06/ugly-side-of-retailers.html' title='ugly side of retailers'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-5343033010919059415</id><published>2007-06-08T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T09:51:25.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;still can't believe we got an A+ for our final year project (FYP)! i think it played a big part in determining whether i would've gotten Honours or not. anyway, time to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rmi2BtX9_hI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/sgVZX21SEyY/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rmi2BtX9_hI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/sgVZX21SEyY/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073505120709115410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-5343033010919059415?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/5343033010919059415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=5343033010919059415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/5343033010919059415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/5343033010919059415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/06/results-day.html' title='results day!'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rmi2BtX9_hI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/sgVZX21SEyY/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-4535641648392471476</id><published>2007-06-07T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:59:26.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flashback - crossed paths</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;traced a place which brought back memories last year on 6 May 2006! this was the coffeeshop that me and holly went to after clubbing at The Liquid Room (which has since closed its doors. sigh.) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RmfW5tX9_eI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9hXqJ9KOAP8/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RmfW5tX9_eI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9hXqJ9KOAP8/s320/Image077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073259792177167842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i just couldn't stop thinking about whom i had met there. coincidentally enough, he had gone there just a while after i had left. that very same coffeeshop! i wonder how many times we had missed each other in the past, when we were in nj, or elsewhere in ntu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone had a record of our lives, wouldn't it be interesting to see all the flashbacks? lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-4535641648392471476?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/4535641648392471476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=4535641648392471476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4535641648392471476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4535641648392471476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/06/flashback-crossed-paths.html' title='flashback - crossed paths'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RmfW5tX9_eI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9hXqJ9KOAP8/s72-c/Image077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-1754357197347908120</id><published>2007-06-05T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:08:48.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaga over donuts?</title><content type='html'>this is the day where i queued for donuts at raffles city.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch with marc and meiwen, thought i'd use my spare time to stand in line. the queue was VERY long. i waited for 2 hours. goodness! yet i think the donuts are merely so-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a few things at the gss! love the discounts. &lt;br /&gt;shall go shopping again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-1754357197347908120?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/1754357197347908120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=1754357197347908120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/1754357197347908120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/1754357197347908120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/06/gaga-over-donuts.html' title='gaga over donuts?'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-647872931820296229</id><published>2007-06-02T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:00:36.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>benzie</title><content type='html'>hey! i met mr benzie dio in wisma last night! it's been 3, almost 4 years since i've last met my jc civics tutor and he still looks the same. laid-back, cool and still good-looking! lol his girlfriend works in the same pr agency i first interviewed with (foreword). a pity we didn't get to meet his gf, cos back then all the rumours were that she was quite hot! heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure brings back memories of nj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-647872931820296229?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/647872931820296229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=647872931820296229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/647872931820296229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/647872931820296229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/06/benzie.html' title='benzie'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-4247382674658094889</id><published>2007-05-29T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:00:44.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shanghai - singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rlv5gUje8rI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Pe4ut_dCACU/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rlv5gUje8rI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Pe4ut_dCACU/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069920139204293298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rlv5gkje8sI/AAAAAAAAA3g/q5oIhrTgXFQ/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rlv5gkje8sI/AAAAAAAAA3g/q5oIhrTgXFQ/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069920143499260610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rlv5g0je8tI/AAAAAAAAA3o/SHPxhGDTXcU/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rlv5g0je8tI/AAAAAAAAA3o/SHPxhGDTXcU/s320/Image055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069920147794227922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rlv5hEje8uI/AAAAAAAAA3w/sZ384LywVr4/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rlv5hEje8uI/AAAAAAAAA3w/sZ384LywVr4/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069920152089195234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;as i'm typing this, i'm dozing off at my computer. haven't had much decent rest these past 8/9 days while i was in china! we visited places like suzhou, hangzhou, jiangnan, nanjing and shanghai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shanghai's very nice! it's like singapore, but much more modern, especially their scenery and architecture. the cruise down the huangpu river really showed off its beautiful skyline. heh. prices there weren't cheap though. while we were in xintiandi (a cross between takashimaya and somewhere european), the clothes there were expensive! liquor wasn't cheap either. the clubs (which were playing chinese hip-hop songs that i didn't really like) sold them at slightly higher prices than singapore. we went pubbing instead. but whoa! they're really generous with the alcohol in mixes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby's dad in shanghai. while we stayed at a creepy 3-star hotel, his dad took a suite at InterContinental Hotel with his own family. Payed them a visit, or two visits. And chilled out good there. Lol. Ordered a sirloin steak (finally western food in china) from their room service. felt quite pampered there. heh. his dad took us to Shanghai Uncle for lunch. we would never have been able to afford such luxury on our own! went for a full-body massage with baby and his dad at some blind-man  massage parlour (they're quite good over there). massages were very affordable, so we did them on our free-and-easy days. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lady in my tour group made me damn pissed on our 3rd last day during a conversation we had. shan't go into details but she made me feel insulted. i hope i never see her again! or her ntu daughter. made my blood boil. argggh. spoilt the whole day for us too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't remember much of the other places cos they were too culture-based. only remembered the yucky breakfasts we had in the hotel cafeteria. coffee isn't coffee. it was more like water with a tinge of coffee taste. same goes for everything else. and to the chinese, oil seemed like it's FREE. everything was CAKED in oil! i do miss the youtiao and dou jiang we had at the roadside stalls for breakfast though. we ordered many dishes but only paid about 60 cents per person for the whole meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;so i can think better later.&lt;br /&gt;got offered a full-time position at huntington while i was in china. what do i do now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-4247382674658094889?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/4247382674658094889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=4247382674658094889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4247382674658094889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4247382674658094889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/05/shanghai-singapore.html' title='shanghai - singapore'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/Rlv5gUje8rI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Pe4ut_dCACU/s72-c/Image041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-5535949974328479929</id><published>2007-05-19T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:44:16.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>70% packed for china. kinda excited. heh EVEN THOUGH our tour group's demographics are quite skewed. i think we're the outliers. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back 29 May! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda hungry now....darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-5535949974328479929?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/5535949974328479929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=5535949974328479929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/5535949974328479929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/5535949974328479929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/05/70-packed-for-china.html' title=''/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-2162296780863707702</id><published>2007-05-17T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:43:41.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cupcakes are lotsa fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;craving for cupcakes i saw in season 7's sex and the city. can't seem to find the exact creamy ones. i think it's the pinkish cream they put on top that's driving me nuts. saw these though, but they can't beat them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RkwVY1a5waI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Im-Uw8dzwh0/s1600-h/4288202+-+22_06_2006+-+lifgccup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RkwVY1a5waI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Im-Uw8dzwh0/s320/4288202+-+22_06_2006+-+lifgccup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065447197285925282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw my korea photos are here if you're interested! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/edna.kheng/Korea2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-2162296780863707702?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/2162296780863707702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=2162296780863707702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/2162296780863707702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/2162296780863707702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/05/btw-my-korea-photos-are-here-if-youre.html' title='cupcakes are lotsa fun'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vJ7ngqHVwY/RkwVY1a5waI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Im-Uw8dzwh0/s72-c/4288202+-+22_06_2006+-+lifgccup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-7594625016635646833</id><published>2007-05-16T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:30:21.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling trees calls for more faith!</title><content type='html'>I know i'm just being paranoid. Was actually quite cool with the idea that he'd be mountain-climbing these few days, until this morning when i read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 S'poreans killed in separate freak accidents&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Singaporeans - a dental assistant and a trainee teacher - were killed in similar circumstances yesterday - by falling trees&lt;br /&gt;May 16, 2007 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Singapore:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental assistant Ho Siew Lan, 43, was taking a walk in the Bukit Batok Nature Park with two friends when a tree toppled over and came crashing down on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Ho, who was pinned under the tree, died while the other women, Madam Ting Kim Hong, 47, and Madam Leong Lai Ming, 48, escaped with bruises and cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first fatality from a falling tree on the records of NParks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling slightly and the women's umbrellas had probably blocked their view, preventing them from realising that the 6-storey tall tree was falling on them, according to The Straits Times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three women have homes near the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Ho's younger son, Chuen Kiat, 18, fearing that "something bad" had happened to his mother when the clinic which she worked for called to find out why she had not turned up for work, went to look for her and stumbled upon the police cordon. He broke down when he saw hyis mother's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NParks is investigating the cause of the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree, from Albizzia species, is common here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier yesterday morning, there were thunderstorms, with gusts of winds hitting up to 70kmh, over Western Singapore where the park is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Malaysia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainee teacher Mohammad Rohaizam Tumadi, 27, who was on an outdoor camping trip at Mount Ophir, Johor, died when a tree feel on him yesterday morning at about 5.15 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rohaizam, a first-year postgraduate student teacher with the National Institute of Education (NIE), was asleep in his tent with three others when the tree fell and hit the tent during a downpour. The other trainees were not hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A statement from NIE said Mr Rohaizam, who suffered head injuries, was given first-aid treatment onsite and carried down the mountain base, where emergency services were on standby. He was rushed to Tangkak Hospital in Johor where he was pronounced dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIE said he had been attending the outdoor experiential camp from May 9, together with over 130 others. The camp is a compulsory seven-day module for all first-year Physical Education student teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a press conference at NIE yesterday, Professor Lee Sing Kong, the institute's director, said that safety precautions had been taken, and some staff had gone on a recce a week earlier to check out the trail and campsites. The trainees were also accompanied by seven Malaysian rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rohaizam's body is expected to be brought back today for burial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Anyways i'm trying not to think about it. the first incident's just outside his place while the second (M'sia) is where he is (except he's climbing a different one). Hope he gets back safe and sound! &lt;/i&gt; :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-7594625016635646833?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/feeds/7594625016635646833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059178725641274863&amp;postID=7594625016635646833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/7594625016635646833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/7594625016635646833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/05/falling-trees-calls-for-more-faith.html' title='falling trees calls for more faith!'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059178725641274863.post-4361772858249968164</id><published>2007-05-15T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:52:18.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new chapter after university</title><content type='html'>welcome to my new blog, one and all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my phone bill this month. never thought $2.75 per minute would set me back so much while i was in korea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grand total: $289&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally screwed. after paying for my own korea trip ($2100 including expenses), my china trip ($900 excluding expenses) next week, my piggy bank's empty. not expecting any help from the family too. what's more, the internship at Edelman in july's gonna pay me peanuts. sorry i'm complaining but i need to get this off my chest. i've never lived like this before! baby says he'll help me but he's not doing too well himself too now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a marketing executive job interview today. it sucked. 80% admin work? no thanks. i could not find a nicer way of saying no than "I think I need to consider". maybe it was the nature of the work the company did (B2B media company, i shan't say who). didn't like anything they said. maybe it was the WAY they said it? or maybe i don't like marketing/sales much. well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows. (Company x) sent their contract over today. Damn thick la. Loads of confidentiality agreements and a code of conduct agreement. I think it's gonna be a hell of an experience working there. another smaller agency just called for a second-round interview though, for a full-time position. not sure if i can get through. if i do, then i'm gonna be facing a real headache. both ways, dad isn't too happy about it. he doesn't understand what pr is, and he said i'd have no future in it. thanks dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays enough with the jobs and money. going for dinner with yf soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. if ever i meet up with any of you during this period, please understand i can't go anywhere fancy. thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059178725641274863-4361772858249968164?l=theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4361772858249968164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059178725641274863/posts/default/4361772858249968164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofsubtlety.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-chapter-after-university.html' title='a new chapter after university'/><author><name>little bang big wednesday!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
