<?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-6363751</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:26:25.795+08:00</updated><category term='arts'/><category term='plays'/><title type='text'>*Material Girl*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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>396</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-7366230932176614116</id><published>2009-02-03T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:09:46.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have shifted... :)http://blingxblink.wordpress.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/7366230932176614116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=7366230932176614116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7366230932176614116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7366230932176614116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-shifted.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-2610344139434458429</id><published>2008-11-27T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:04:16.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Wed Night Out</title><summary type='text'>I have a new dining place to introduce - Greenwood Fish Market Bistro.Hidden in the private estates of Bukit Timah is actually a row of shophouses, mostly restaurants.  Apparently I recalled someone telling me that the food at this small little area is pretty good.  I have always known about this place, being a NJCian. Biu kor brought me there, and yes, my biu kor can be jumpy too! (It is okay if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/2610344139434458429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=2610344139434458429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2610344139434458429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2610344139434458429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazy-wed-night-out.html' title='Crazy Wed Night Out'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-5349684714878014599</id><published>2008-11-21T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:36:20.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdued...</title><summary type='text'>...by one week.  I had been wanting to blog about last friday, but was feeling lazy.Met up with Almighty and Fir.  Great to see them back!  How time flies, it is almost a year since we got acquainted.  Anyway, celebrated almighty's birthday and return with delicious crab at AMK.  People, remember it is Mellben Seafood that is nice, not Uncle Leong's. The place renovated till so nice!  The last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5349684714878014599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5349684714878014599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5349684714878014599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5349684714878014599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/11/overdued.html' title='Overdued...'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-11731381040953362</id><published>2008-11-17T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:53:27.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cure for AIDS</title><summary type='text'>Saw this post randomly on facebook: Rare Treatment is Reported to Cure AIDS PatientAs reported in The New York Times, AIDS was cured by transplanting blood stem cells from someone who is naturally resistant to HIV.  This treatment is very high risk, because it involved the total elimination of your blood cells, meaning you will have zero immunity to fight off even the mildest pathogen that an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/11731381040953362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=11731381040953362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/11731381040953362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/11731381040953362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/11/cure-for-aids.html' title='Cure for AIDS'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-6216793124492478379</id><published>2008-11-10T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:14:41.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'>Getting Arty Farty</title><summary type='text'>After a long hesitation, I decided to catch Return of the V, since I already missed out the V Conference last year.Did what I mention sounded wrong?  Okay, this poster shall explain it all.It is actually a show done by Irene Ang and Chua Enlai.  I must say it was really good, very entertaining.  A lot of laughter involved.  Hope they will do a continuation next year, I will be looking forward to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/6216793124492478379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=6216793124492478379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6216793124492478379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6216793124492478379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-arty-farty.html' title='Getting Arty Farty'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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/_yhqMrmt8ch4/SRg6e4Qt9lI/AAAAAAAAAlo/bflChiVh8d8/s72-c/poster.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-6675740566328864930</id><published>2008-11-02T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:34:05.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming back at me</title><summary type='text'>Watching the latest episode of Grey's Anatomy is like shouting back at myself.  Part of the episode was about how the new Head of Trauma used pigs as human substitutes to teach the residents and interns in the event of emergency.  He had about 5 pigs, anesthetized, and he used a knife and gave every pig a stab.  Izzy (one of the resident) was furious about how the pigs were treated. It is like a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/6675740566328864930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=6675740566328864930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6675740566328864930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6675740566328864930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/11/coming-back-at-me.html' title='Coming back at me'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-7580840878363013692</id><published>2008-10-24T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:24:09.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouse Killer</title><summary type='text'>I suddenly have this thought.  What if I told Xiaxue what I do to mice for a living?Okay, I know I am bored enough to read her blog.  Actually, it is quite entertaining sometimes, especially if you have a few minutes to kill.  Entertaining as in a good laugh, not that it adds any value.But anyway, main point is, apparently she just gotten new hamsters.  She simply adores them.  Nothing wrong with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/7580840878363013692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=7580840878363013692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7580840878363013692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7580840878363013692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/10/mouse-killer.html' title='Mouse Killer'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-8073579680889573903</id><published>2008-10-23T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:56:34.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Pretty...</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes it really pays off to dress up and put on make-up. I am not gorgeous, but with the help of cosmetics and clothes, I can look pretty.  It has advantages, but sometimes you really wish you didn't.Today I was asking the price for the car.  The guy offered me quite a lot of freebies.  Then he said when I collect car he will throw in $100 petrol voucher.  He asked me I want voucher, or would</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/8073579680889573903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=8073579680889573903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8073579680889573903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8073579680889573903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/10/being-pretty.html' title='Being Pretty...'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-4068162241302126092</id><published>2008-10-11T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:38:02.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vagina Monologues</title><summary type='text'>We had a great dim sum lunch at Harbourcity Restaurant (PSA Building) today.  The dim sum are not the "wow" kind of quality, but definitely worth eating if you are looking for some decent food.  Not only the dim sums were good, the fried fish in soya sauce and the sambal kang kong were very good too.After lunch, we went to catch Vagina Monologues today. FANTASTIC!  Highly recommended!  If you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/4068162241302126092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=4068162241302126092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4068162241302126092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4068162241302126092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/10/vagina-monologues.html' title='Vagina Monologues'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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/_yhqMrmt8ch4/SPCzQUf78mI/AAAAAAAAAlg/rUyiD43PLvo/s72-c/vm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-4382237064868336175</id><published>2008-10-03T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:30:42.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Shopping</title><summary type='text'>Seeing how my friends enjoyed the F1 volunteering job, made me so regret pulling out from it.  I think it was definitely worth taking a day leave from work.  Well, there is always next year.  If I am feeling rich, I might buy the ticket ^_^.I really need to be more decisive when it comes to car shopping.  My mind has been so fickled that I kept opening up to more options, which makes the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/4382237064868336175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=4382237064868336175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4382237064868336175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4382237064868336175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/10/car-shopping.html' title='Car Shopping'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-137611863566952355</id><published>2008-09-25T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:53:48.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 Fever</title><summary type='text'>Those damn mice.  I got bitten by one crazy mouse, which refuse to let go after biting.  Bled quite a bit, and DAMN painful!  Now my index finger is crippled, can't even type the keyboard.Well, I was reading this article "Pride in F1 race missing"  on Straits Times today.  There was a comic, saying that this guy thought that F1 is the key between Esc and F2 on the keyboard, LOL.  The author </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/137611863566952355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=137611863566952355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/137611863566952355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/137611863566952355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/09/f1-fever.html' title='F1 Fever'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-799778827749002965</id><published>2008-09-21T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:54:19.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness</title><summary type='text'>I have been wanting to post some stuffs and pictures, but I am just too lazy to transfer the pictures on to the computer.Took my Korean proficiency test today.  Well, hopefully I can pass (fyi, passing mark is not 50%, it is like 80%).  It is slightly harder than the past year papers.And after procrastinating for quite a while, I finally check out the showrooms.  I SUPERLY love the Lancer EX, but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/799778827749002965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=799778827749002965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/799778827749002965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/799778827749002965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/09/laziness.html' title='Laziness'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-4379483187458111995</id><published>2008-08-28T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:49:08.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spec guy at Phuture</title><summary type='text'>Well, I am reminded of this guy I saw at Phuture, some donkey time ago, probably like 1.5 months ago.  He was in this white shirt, I can't really remember, but I think he dressed in a very carefree manner.  He was wearing this black rims rectangle specs.  Overall he looks good and like a nice person (precisely why I can remember him till now, and why I want to mention him).I never talked to him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/4379483187458111995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=4379483187458111995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4379483187458111995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4379483187458111995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/08/spec-guy-at-phuture.html' title='Spec guy at Phuture'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-3753178478986654348</id><published>2008-08-28T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:29:21.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After getting a job...</title><summary type='text'>...means giving money to parents.  Yes, nothing wrong with that.  But when parents ask for money as if you are ATM, that is annoying.You must be thinking that I am really not filial and stuff.  But let me state my situation.  I am earning very little.  If I am earning like 5K a month, I really wouldn't be bothered by this issue.  I am a little annoyed at the fact my mum is asking me for money </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/3753178478986654348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=3753178478986654348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3753178478986654348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3753178478986654348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-getting-job.html' title='After getting a job...'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-2656707201091885598</id><published>2008-08-24T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:52:08.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you hesitate...</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes people take things for granted, thinking that it will always be there.  And you hesitate and hesitate, and don't know what to do about it.  You though it is still there, but one day, you came to a startling realisation that... it is no longer there anymore.  Lost it.I have tried, and then hesitated.  And now it is gone.  The end.Yesterday Biu Kor threw a birthday party at Loof.  It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/2656707201091885598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=2656707201091885598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2656707201091885598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2656707201091885598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-you-hesitate.html' title='When you hesitate...'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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/_yhqMrmt8ch4/SLDsahPbCKI/AAAAAAAAAlA/4lSYDuxKcrU/s72-c/P1030416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-7738492248873267553</id><published>2008-08-06T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:32:08.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working is tiring</title><summary type='text'>When you start working, you will know how crazily tired you are every single day.  Even when I don't do much, attend seminars, I am still very tired.  I don't have energy to blog about my lab now, maybe weekends bah.I start seeing a lot of BS friends in biopolis.  Today I saw TF and Vinc on my way back from lunch.  Vinc is working in my building la, and TF is with IMCB.  And I saw Mich at the lab</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/7738492248873267553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=7738492248873267553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7738492248873267553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7738492248873267553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/08/working-is-tiring.html' title='Working is tiring'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-2069560257865628833</id><published>2008-08-03T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:11:31.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I just wanted to say that... actually I did photoshop the convo pics.  Well, just this photo.  It did took me some time to perfect the film frame.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/2069560257865628833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=2069560257865628833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2069560257865628833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2069560257865628833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-wanted-to-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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/_yhqMrmt8ch4/SJVaIkKch3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/hXjx4lnglYU/s72-c/convo+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-4563705774284669893</id><published>2008-08-03T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:46:26.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night</title><summary type='text'> Soda Green concert! It was pretty good. They are really very good in live, as good as CD quailty la! The lead singer damn funny la, he keep talking and talking (rubbish, jokes and nonsense), but it really adds on to the atmosphere. I totally love the keyboardist cum pianist cum viola-ist cum dancer for the night, AH GONG! When he plays the viola, he really is 帅呆了! 멋있다! Well, I only wished the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/4563705774284669893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=4563705774284669893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4563705774284669893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4563705774284669893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday Night'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp2.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/SJU4IWwSeHI/AAAAAAAAAkw/TNsyLxuji64/s72-c/P1030336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-4175708031725750650</id><published>2008-07-29T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:23:28.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rantings</title><summary type='text'>I am going to start work of friday.  I hate to start work on the last day of the week.  It just seems kinda strange and 'uncomfortable'.Soda Green's concert on saturday, courtesy of my sister.  She can't make it for the concert, so she gave me the ticket.  Which means I cannot go for alumni party.Craving for Korea fried chicken!  치킨 정말 먹고 싶다!I was randomly surfing through facebook and found 179 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/4175708031725750650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=4175708031725750650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4175708031725750650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4175708031725750650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-rantings.html' title='Random Rantings'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-8307261733709503896</id><published>2008-07-29T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T03:08:55.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DnD Esperenza</title><summary type='text'>I realised I had not blogged the pictures for dinner and dance. How could I had left out the pictures!Anyway, (probably I mentioned) dnd was held at Sentosa One Degree Fifteen. It is not an 'everyone' place, meaning, you can't enter Sentosa Cove without a reason or membership.We started off in our Beaufort (think they changed name, can't remember) room. The girls busy dolling themselves, with the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/8307261733709503896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=8307261733709503896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8307261733709503896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8307261733709503896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/07/dnd-esperenza.html' title='DnD Esperenza'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp3.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/SI4QN3hssAI/AAAAAAAAAjw/XRONeVlPnew/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-3103956254464826513</id><published>2008-07-24T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:04:20.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Found but...</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday went to IMCB for interview.  She looked at my transcript and said I should be awarded uppers instead.  Yeah, should have been an upper.  But life is just unfair sometimes.  In this field, an upper and lower makes a HUGE difference, in terms of pay, employment opportunities, chance of further studies.Anyway, there are so many applicants and they are hiring only one.  I may have a good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/3103956254464826513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=3103956254464826513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3103956254464826513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3103956254464826513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/07/job-found-but.html' title='Job Found but...'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-5133561240704647120</id><published>2008-07-22T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:33:34.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week</title><summary type='text'>Monday: Raffles Place - to go to recruitment agencyTuesday: Biopolis - interview at SBICWednesday: Biopolis - interview at IMCBThursday: NTU - CONVOCATION!Friday: Changi Aloha - UOC BBQ; regular Phuture Friday night2 consecutive interviews at the same place.  When job offers don't come, they don't come at all.  The moment they come, they come all together.Today I went to SBIC.  I was really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5133561240704647120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5133561240704647120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5133561240704647120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5133561240704647120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-5485914753560327360</id><published>2008-07-14T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:53:11.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woes of Graduating</title><summary type='text'>With graduation, comes finding a job.  Engineers find their jobs easily, but not for my (faculty) case.  I am not trying to compare between different majors, because everyone's interest lies in different areas.Day by day after getting results, you feel the pressure of finding a job building up.  The pressure comes from everywhere - peers, boredom, idling, and PARENTS.  I hate it when my dad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5485914753560327360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5485914753560327360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5485914753560327360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5485914753560327360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/07/woes-of-graduating.html' title='The Woes of Graduating'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-2638234212266111746</id><published>2008-07-04T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:17:21.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want an Ah Sia Kia?</title><summary type='text'>I shamelessly "borrowed" this topic from someone's blog.  After reading the article that (I presume) she wrote, I had some thoughts.Typical (TYPICAL, I didn't say all) ah sia kia is boy who drives a "great car".  I don't want to define great, because it varies from people to people.  But what I mean by great, is above-average.  He may be only holding an average paying job, but lucky him was born </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/2638234212266111746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=2638234212266111746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2638234212266111746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2638234212266111746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-want-ah-sia-kia.html' title='Do you want an Ah Sia Kia?'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-1963200603405612636</id><published>2008-07-03T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:23:30.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Lot</title><summary type='text'>Tuesday a lady from IMRE (Institute of Materials Research and Engineering) called, and simply ask me to print out and fill in the application form for research, bring the form and my certificates down to IMRE today.She didn't mention it would be an interview.  Lucky thing I figured out it would be, or rather I just played safe.  Well, interview was good.  Project leaders are very nice people.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/1963200603405612636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=1963200603405612636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1963200603405612636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1963200603405612636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-lot.html' title='A Bad Lot'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-4959993776208178930</id><published>2008-06-26T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:25:52.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Shooters, Flaming Lambo, and the alcohols</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday night was really CRAZY.  5+2 of us were happily drinking, playing 5-10, downing apple shooters and what ever there were.  Everyone was high and happy, until people started collapsing.I kinda felt it was my fault, because if I had not introduce the 5 to the 2s, all these would not have happened.  Some men are just asses; keeping those drinks coming does not entitle you to anything.  It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/4959993776208178930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=4959993776208178930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4959993776208178930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4959993776208178930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/06/apple-shooters-flaming-lambo-and.html' title='Apple Shooters, Flaming Lambo, and the alcohols'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-8551176960213047570</id><published>2008-06-16T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T04:40:38.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ Chicken</title><summary type='text'>Running a high fever now, and the temperature is not going down. But at least I don't feel that miserable. While (hoping) waiting for the fever to drop abit, I might as well blog about the chicken.The brand maybe BBQ chicken, but actually its specialty is fried chicken. The special thing about this brand of fried chicken, is that they use olive oil to deep fry. The result, is that the fried </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/8551176960213047570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=8551176960213047570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8551176960213047570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8551176960213047570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/06/bbq-chicken.html' title='BBQ Chicken'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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/_yhqMrmt8ch4/SFV-RK1SkMI/AAAAAAAAAjg/aZXzfFqhNsU/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-8445391412583080841</id><published>2008-06-15T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T17:54:08.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TDS</title><summary type='text'>Knowing the route beforehand and being at the rear was much more fun.Not to mention there is one idiot that almost cause my tires to screech and the 4 cars almost bang into one another.Anyway, took (really) few photos at Tuas.The test drive car of the night, and the 3 race queens, haA~.The small version of S13.  Hey, it can run fast and drift!  Don't play play.Our shooting ground, with someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/8445391412583080841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=8445391412583080841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8445391412583080841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8445391412583080841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/06/tds.html' title='TDS'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp3.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/SFTmqg9HeDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/7lan1d77ECk/s72-c/P1030080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-1043688197505240715</id><published>2008-06-14T07:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:50:23.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzz</title><summary type='text'>Why am I blogging at 7.30am?  Obviously I can't get to sleep.I drank way to much at Phuture yesterday night.  Though I stopped drinking at 1am, and though I am sober, I can't pass the breath analyser test.  I was WAY over the limit.  So I had to leave my car at zouk and collect it later.Too much alcohol, can't sleep.  Not even a wink.  Headache, queasy stomach.Something interesting about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/1043688197505240715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=1043688197505240715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1043688197505240715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1043688197505240715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/06/zzzz.html' title='Zzzz'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-3287841248103673653</id><published>2008-06-12T03:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:49:48.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatised</title><summary type='text'>After clubbing for so long, I really got traumatised in Zouk.Firstly, Wednesday at Zouk is mambo.  In mambo, everyone minds their own business.  But I got grabbed by a guy.  Okay, no big deal, because I do get grab at Phuture too.Secondly, and most importantly, I got sandwiched between his friends.  Basically, sandwiched between like 4 guys.  F*cking hell, I couldn't even move, but feel a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/3287841248103673653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=3287841248103673653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3287841248103673653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3287841248103673653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/06/traumatised.html' title='Traumatised'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-5854175490955902561</id><published>2008-06-11T15:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:57:22.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N.Korea</title><summary type='text'>I was reading Straits Times online and I came across this report.N. Korea lavishing money on construction amid food crisis: websiteChoson Sinbo, a newspaper published for North Koreans in Japan, reported last week that a modern swimming pool was under construction at the Kim Il Sung University in the capital.  The 'top-notch' facility would include an Olympic-size pool, a water slide, spas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5854175490955902561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5854175490955902561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5854175490955902561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5854175490955902561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/06/nkorea.html' title='N.Korea'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp0.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/SE-NXA9jeUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/t4kZ3Puu2h8/s72-c/P1020980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-3289177620979006741</id><published>2008-06-10T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:23:23.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage and Bungee Jump</title><summary type='text'>I heard this on the TV drama today. Marriage is like bungee jumping.  The more you hesitate, the more you can't do it.Recent events around my life has made this statement more true.  Someone said a couple should date a few years and get married.  The longer you date, the more you wonder.  You will think is he/she the right one, or it has become a habit to be together and no longer love.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/3289177620979006741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=3289177620979006741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3289177620979006741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3289177620979006741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/06/marriage-and-bungee-jump.html' title='Marriage and Bungee Jump'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-3374723363712102709</id><published>2008-06-08T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:44:01.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had he heard it?</title><summary type='text'>Long time ago, before I left for Korea, I once made a half anonymous dedication to someone.  Yesterday I was reminded of this event, though it was so long ago.  The same song, same radio station.Did he heard the dedication?  I can't be sure.  But yesterday's incident couldn't be such a coincidence.Peace and serenity, found in Tuas.  Too bad I left my cam in my car.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/3374723363712102709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=3374723363712102709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3374723363712102709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3374723363712102709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/06/had-he-heard-it.html' title='Had he heard it?'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-6628978788282023645</id><published>2008-06-08T02:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:45:54.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide away</title><summary type='text'>I was totally humiliated and insulted by a guy on Friday night for the first time in my life.Whatever it is, I learnt a (very painful) lesson, and I will remember it for as long as I have to.I (felt that I) was slapped in the face.  And I will remember it, and return you this slap one day.The aftermath, I need to go into hiding.  Or rather, to bury myself.  I need to hide and bury my old self, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/6628978788282023645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=6628978788282023645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6628978788282023645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6628978788282023645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/06/hide-away.html' title='Hide away'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-8381108227530882146</id><published>2008-06-05T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:36:28.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><summary type='text'>1) One night around 10 plus I was driving home along AYE towards Tuas.  As usual, I was travelling on the right most lane.  At some where around Tang dynasty city there, I saw 2 male angmohs sitting on the divider.Yes, the divider in the middle of the expressway that separates the traffic going in opposite directions.  I am very sure there were 2 males, foreigner, and were wearing jeans.  But my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/8381108227530882146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=8381108227530882146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8381108227530882146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8381108227530882146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-5602432832824656111</id><published>2008-05-28T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:38:36.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><summary type='text'>Today is my birthday, and I feel disappointed.  Really disappointed.Someone promised to have a birthday night with me.  He is not a special someone, but still, he is someone I exchanged my heart with.  Although I know he is not serious, I still stupidly got my heart moved unconsciously by him.  And hence, the feeling of disappointment.  He said he didn't want me to be sad, he just wanted me to be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5602432832824656111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5602432832824656111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5602432832824656111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5602432832824656111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/05/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-2390500745529107342</id><published>2008-05-27T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:51:54.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIA Cabin Crew</title><summary type='text'>I have decided to go for the next SIA cabin crew interview. I want to take up the job mostly because I want to travel.  Compared to other girls, I probably don't desire the job as much as they do.  But, perhaps I fit most of the criteria they are looking for. Not that a degree is worth a lot, but I do know they want graduates to join them.  And I speak a foreign language.  I think my chances are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/2390500745529107342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=2390500745529107342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2390500745529107342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2390500745529107342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/05/sia-cabin-crew.html' title='SIA Cabin Crew'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-5132744281879760994</id><published>2008-05-21T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:35:16.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has really been donkey years since I had last blog.  Well, whole of April was really busy with my FYP report, and after that busy going around to do last minute shopping and travelling.Then I came back (yes, I am back in the damm HOT sunny island), and have been slacking ever since.  Well, actually I was busy with poster presentation, and nursing my nose.  I had 2 weeks of flu the moment I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5132744281879760994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5132744281879760994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5132744281879760994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5132744281879760994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-has-really-been-donkey-years-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-4881508361331508098</id><published>2008-03-30T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:08:37.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>진해 벚꽃 (Cherry Blossom at Jinhae)</title><summary type='text'>We went to Jinhae to see cherry blossoms on saturday. We took a train (KTX) from Daejeon to Busan, and from Busan, we took a bus to Jinhae. We were suppose to go for the festival, but the festival was postponed till next week and we did not realised. Though not all the flowers are fully bloomed, we still saw many beautiful cherry blossoms!But there is cherry blossom almost everywhere in Korea. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/4881508361331508098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=4881508361331508098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4881508361331508098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4881508361331508098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/03/cherry-blossom-at-jinhae.html' title='진해 벚꽃 (Cherry Blossom at Jinhae)'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp3.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/R-9hid6x4JI/AAAAAAAAAhM/aLSHuU5D6_U/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-2178749106054123657</id><published>2008-03-20T13:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:01:02.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Love</title><summary type='text'>It is almost time to return home. I have a little more than one week left to finish up my experiments. But Lady Luck don't seems to be on my side. Due to one mistake, I have to repeat my experiment, which will requires a few days for the cells to grow. I hope from this point on, everything will go smoothly. The most I can afford is up to first week of April.It is spring now!  Weather is about the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/2178749106054123657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=2178749106054123657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2178749106054123657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2178749106054123657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/03/old-love.html' title='Old Love'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-8574584352698847682</id><published>2008-03-03T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:46:26.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Day</title><summary type='text'>There is this thing call a Club Day in Seoul. It is held every last friday of the month. You pay one flat fee (20,000W) and you get one free drink + entrance to all the participating clubs.Sounds very exciting yah? Turns out to be a bit of dissappointment.First we got off at the subway station. There was so many people going up that it jammed. I thought, 'wah! so happening sia!'.After purchasing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/8574584352698847682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=8574584352698847682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8574584352698847682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8574584352698847682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/03/club-day.html' title='Club Day'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp3.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/R8rVAekOo3I/AAAAAAAAAgk/QCSV1_VIaAc/s72-c/P1020661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-7914296139467860743</id><published>2008-03-03T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:16:49.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More shoes!</title><summary type='text'>I am a (true) shopaholic. I can even shop for shoes at the area just outside school.I LOVE LOVE the shoes! They are expensive (about S$45/pair), but the quality is much better than those we get in Singapore. But also because of that, it is very difficult to soften the shoes so that it is more comfortable for walking.  The shoes here are very tough.  I love those gold heels, haA~.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/7914296139467860743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=7914296139467860743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7914296139467860743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7914296139467860743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-shoes.html' title='More shoes!'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp2.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/R8rSmOkOo0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/oiBNHErJ2Xs/s72-c/P1020629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-4552892543831648282</id><published>2008-02-24T01:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:00:17.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping frenzy</title><summary type='text'>Korea is really the place to be for fashion shopping. I had too much fun shopping, I am so broke now.My many 'rewards' from shopping indicates the arrival of spring. Because Singapore has no winter, I don't really shop for winter clothes. So I couldn't do much shopping the last month. But this month, the spring collections started coming out, and so my money starts to disappear.Ms. M brought us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/4552892543831648282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=4552892543831648282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4552892543831648282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4552892543831648282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/02/shopping-frenzy.html' title='Shopping frenzy'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp2.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/R8BgNNi0cNI/AAAAAAAAAfI/1vfGD3V4jgg/s72-c/P1020545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-7394817052026484464</id><published>2008-02-16T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T02:21:12.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbing in Korea</title><summary type='text'>Today we had an "orientation" organised by the International Student Organisation in KAIST. It was just a fingerfood plus beer session, where you just mingle around with the international students. After that, we went to "famous" 부비부비 (Bubibubi), which is a well-known club where alot of the exchange student and koreans go. I always wanted to go and see how the clubs in Korea are like, because I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/7394817052026484464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=7394817052026484464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7394817052026484464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7394817052026484464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/02/clubbing-in-korea.html' title='Clubbing in Korea'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp2.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/R7XVg9i0cGI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/BwWmdvkYkRI/s72-c/P1020510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-6353919790791774683</id><published>2008-02-14T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:51:44.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought about somethings recently.I thought of how individualistic I am.  I knew I am this kind of person when I moved into hall.  It makes me wonder why did I come to Korea for exchange.  The culture here is still very much groupie.  It is very hard for me to integrate into their culture.  I find it hard to integrate with my lab people, mainly because of language.  And I also don't take the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/6353919790791774683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=6353919790791774683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6353919790791774683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6353919790791774683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-thought-about-somethings-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-6102134425000878605</id><published>2008-02-14T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:24:58.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><summary type='text'>Valentine's Day once again. Again, spent it without a boyfriend (but it is okay).If I was in Singapore, I would probably be partying the night away, or I will be hanging out with some of my girl friends, having our small talks.  *I miss those times*This time round is a little special, because I am in Korea.  I bought chocolates, Ferrero Roche (my favourite!), and gave to everyone in my lab.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/6102134425000878605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=6102134425000878605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6102134425000878605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6102134425000878605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-139324926466887869</id><published>2008-02-08T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:25:16.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muju Ski</title><summary type='text'>The Biological Sciences department in KAIST has this annual event that welcomes the new graduate students. This time they went to Muju ski resort. So we conveniently tagged along, to get the chance to ski. Accomodation and food are provided. Skiing equipments are available at cheap rates.This is the resort we stayed in. It is apartment style. They also have hotels, which is where we had the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/139324926466887869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=139324926466887869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/139324926466887869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/139324926466887869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/02/muju-ski.html' title='Muju Ski'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp2.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/R6xPFsU-w6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/mxmv_7E0k74/s72-c/P1020468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-521264128306551373</id><published>2008-02-08T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:24:00.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 08</title><summary type='text'>First time I spent my CNY away from home.  A lot of lessons learnt.If you decide to go on exchange/studies, don't go to countries that celebrates CNY, because the whole place will shut down.  It is difficult to find food, there is no where you can go.  And no one to spend you CNY with.No matter where you are, fly back to have reunion dinner with your family.  It may seem like a minute thing, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/521264128306551373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=521264128306551373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/521264128306551373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/521264128306551373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-08.html' title='CNY 08'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-5020476388377569711</id><published>2008-01-20T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:34:50.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><summary type='text'>I never fail to do my favourite thing, even in winter, which is shopping!  I just concluded that winter is the best time to show off your fashion sense, because you get to mix and match so many things.  Your hat, scarf, sweater, stockings, leggings, skirt, dress, pants, shoes, boots, gloves, coat......  I just want to buy everything that is beautiful!  But I can't wear it in Singapore, argh.But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5020476388377569711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5020476388377569711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5020476388377569711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5020476388377569711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/01/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp0.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/R5IkObMnTOI/AAAAAAAAAag/HPV0HfjK9Zg/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-8986286503340932385</id><published>2008-01-14T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:52:46.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seoul Weekend</title><summary type='text'>We went to Seoul during the weekends. For 2 days, I spent about 100usd (not inclusive of the MAC loose powder I bought, and lunch that I treated my friends). Travelling to and fro Seoul is already about 20usd.We had japanese food for lunch at COEX mall. Then we went to Bandi and Luni's Bookstore to buy some english books. English books are not that easy to find in Korea. I bought "Love in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/8986286503340932385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=8986286503340932385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8986286503340932385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8986286503340932385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/01/seoul-weekend.html' title='Seoul Weekend'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp2.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/R4rZK7MnTHI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8e2zRl86M3g/s72-c/P1020380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-1666181463069890034</id><published>2008-01-10T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:11:24.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lab culture</title><summary type='text'>I must let everyone know this.  The lab culture in Korea is soooooo different from Singapore.  I am not exaggerating.  I was kind of uncomfortable and felt strange at first, actually even till now.In sbs, we were trained to wear lab coats, pants and covered shoes to protect ourselves from any potential chemical spillage.  Here, all these are not required.  You can wear slippers, skirts, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/1666181463069890034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=1666181463069890034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1666181463069890034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1666181463069890034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/01/lab-culture.html' title='Lab culture'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-1466566674102136650</id><published>2008-01-10T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:00:47.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><summary type='text'>I have finally adapted myself to this new environment. What Mary said was right, just because we are overseas, we always expect that we should be doing something, and not just rotting the time away.  But the truth is, we are always rotting our time away in Singapore as well.Anyway, this entry is not about my exchange life, but about university.How time flies, after I go back home in April, I will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/1466566674102136650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=1466566674102136650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1466566674102136650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1466566674102136650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-3476588514556829309</id><published>2008-01-09T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:01:16.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The very day</title><summary type='text'>The very day I left for Korea.With my parents. Seems like they don't really feel much about me leaving. Not that they are not concern, but they don't seem very upset.My bio science friends who came to send me off.And my buddies. They rushed to the airport to send me. We met for a few minutes before I had to enter.  I regret not having a proper coffee session with them before I left.  Nevermind, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/3476588514556829309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=3476588514556829309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3476588514556829309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3476588514556829309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/01/very-day.html' title='The very day'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp3.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/R4RuHrMnTEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/C89ZYUVrifM/s72-c/P1070309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-5232522095500701883</id><published>2008-01-08T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:02:02.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did absolutely nothing in lab today, because the cells are not ready to sub-culture yet.  Sigh, go lab, sit there, do nothing.  Luckily I brought my laptop along, so at least I can msn, read straits time online, do a little bit of surfing, and of course search for papers regarding my project.Just as I was leaving lab, I saw Mary still in the lab.  So we ended up going for dinner at the "fast </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5232522095500701883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5232522095500701883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5232522095500701883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5232522095500701883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-did-absolutely-nothing-in-lab-today.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-8049667928743743699</id><published>2008-01-08T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:55:10.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks everyone for your concern.  I am really feeling much better after talking to everyone.  Really thank you to those who kept me entertained on msn, it makes time pass a little faster.  I will survive through this!So how did I spent the last week?  Well, after flying over new year, I checked into a hotel because school don't operate on holiday and I can't get my dorm key.  After calling my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/8049667928743743699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=8049667928743743699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8049667928743743699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8049667928743743699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/01/thanks-everyone-for-your-concern.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-297128296409535787</id><published>2008-01-06T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:30:15.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of an exchange student</title><summary type='text'>My life as an exchange student, currently, is miserable. I came at the wrong time, as they are still having school holiday till end February. I had to come early because I had to finish my fyp by April. There is no single soul on campus, no friends, nothing to do. But luckily, there is 2 other NTU SBS students here, at least I can ask them out sometimes. If they are not here, I think life is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/297128296409535787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=297128296409535787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/297128296409535787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/297128296409535787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-of-exchange-student.html' title='Life of an exchange student'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-3528857453405553257</id><published>2008-01-04T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:20:52.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><summary type='text'>I think I forgot to mention how I spent my New Year's Eve.Everyone is talking about how they spent in on their blog.  Most people went for countdown, either with the public or privately.  As for me, well, I would say I had a private countdown.  I was on the plane to Incheon, how cool is that, flying over the new year?I was eating Bibimbap and watching Stardust, which was boring and I ended up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/3528857453405553257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=3528857453405553257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3528857453405553257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3528857453405553257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp3.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/R5IjDLMnTNI/AAAAAAAAAaY/WRCIsi4oxfQ/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-5820299125395709927</id><published>2008-01-01T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:01:50.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The toughest moment</title><summary type='text'>The toughest thing is...to leave.I was in agony for few weeks, over the fact that I have to leave.  Finally the day came, but I didn't really feel anything.  But when it is time to pass through that gate and wave good bye to everyone, tears start falling, without control.Right at the gate, tears came without a reason, without a warning.  Whenever I think about it, tears never fail to well up in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5820299125395709927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5820299125395709927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5820299125395709927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5820299125395709927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/01/toughest-moment.html' title='The toughest moment'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-5426280695938505083</id><published>2008-01-01T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:06:30.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clubbing night turn out to be a little dissappointing, and hurtful. But at least I figured out something.Something happened that made him a little upset and don't feel good. Seeing his reaction, I was upset, and it spoilt my night. I was quite pissed at myself as well, I don't know. I just needed to dance the night away, flirt with other men, just to spite him.I hooked up a guy, but where was he?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5426280695938505083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5426280695938505083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5426280695938505083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5426280695938505083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2008/01/clubbing-night-turn-out-to-be-little.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-6553467487190321239</id><published>2007-12-22T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T13:31:27.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night @ St James</title><summary type='text'>It was probably the last night I spent at St James for this year (and a long time after that). Music was a little horrible at some point in time, recently the music at St James is bad, really bad. But nevertheless, we had a little fun.One other girlfriend and I - 2 girls - at a club spells some, misadventures. From the moment we start drinking at the bar, the guys have been trying to pick us up. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/6553467487190321239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=6553467487190321239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6553467487190321239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6553467487190321239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-night-st-james.html' title='Last Night @ St James'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-787222260260848680</id><published>2007-12-19T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T22:01:32.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><summary type='text'>Omg, I can't believe I fell sick! I was so looking forward to the party tonight, but I AM SICK! In the afternoon I was thinking I should be well enough to go, but my pneumonia-like symptom is not letting me off.I woke up with a bad sore throat yesterday. I was praying hard I it wouldn't worsen but still... Sore throat was abit better today, but it turned into a full blown phlegm attack. Well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/787222260260848680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=787222260260848680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/787222260260848680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/787222260260848680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/12/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-6438256203978715416</id><published>2007-12-18T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T03:18:53.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While trying to fight the sleepy monster, I was debating with myself whether to do it or not.  In the end, I still did.  But, I don't think I should expect any kind of response.  Still as confused as ever.  I think I will be, even till the day I leave Singapore.Sometimes it pains me to see how I had become so different from my friends.  I think it is just me, and I keep asking myself why had I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/6438256203978715416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=6438256203978715416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6438256203978715416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6438256203978715416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/12/while-trying-to-fight-sleepy-monster-i.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-5419411995602082818</id><published>2007-12-16T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:35:13.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday night there was a close-door event at Powerhouse.  It was free flow housepour so we whacked the drinks.  I drank like 5, 6 cups and I was about to knock out.  This is the first time I drank so many at one time, cups after cups without break. Shouldn't have drank until I felt so dizzy. At one point in time my hand was "numbed" that I couldn't feel I was holding on to my phone and dropped</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5419411995602082818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5419411995602082818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5419411995602082818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5419411995602082818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/12/yesterday-night-there-was-close-door.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-2018944899664577261</id><published>2007-12-13T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:02:12.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Block</title><summary type='text'>We were suppose to go Zouk yesterday night.  We queued and it was just not moving as it was too crowded.  I couldn't even sign in priority with my credit card, crap.  In the end we left, and after thinking for damm long, we ended up at Tong Shui at Thomson to have supper (more like breakfast).And my friends saw the R8 at Zouk!  Crap, why did I park at the other carpark!  Roars.Anyway, I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/2018944899664577261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=2018944899664577261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2018944899664577261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2018944899664577261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/12/road-block.html' title='Road Block'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-6021020044441833075</id><published>2007-12-12T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T16:52:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I need</title><summary type='text'>V: ...... your 2 regular chauffeurs.Me: So good hor, still can choose.V: You got credit card and 2 chauffeurs, what else do you need?Me: I need a chauffeur who will foot my bills too.Amusing, but the truth, muahahahahaA~.  What's the chance of meeting a carrot man?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/6021020044441833075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=6021020044441833075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6021020044441833075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6021020044441833075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-i-need.html' title='What I need'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-3112030481269884083</id><published>2007-12-11T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:19:49.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recently I have been having second thoughts. It always happen to me. What's wrong with me?Argh, my sense of insecurity.  I think I need to date an old man like 30 or 40+, the guys around my age are just... not dependable enough for me.  Though I am having second thoughts, I don't think I want to let the chance go by.  Well, I shouldn't be too bothered, whatever come, comes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/3112030481269884083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=3112030481269884083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3112030481269884083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3112030481269884083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/12/recently-i-have-been-having-second.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-2811783927796890720</id><published>2007-12-09T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:21:22.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoukout</title><summary type='text'>I ended up going for zoukout. Initially I had no intenti&gt;on, because I didn't really want to squeeze with people. This is my first time, and probably last.Courtesy of my friend, I got my ticket at $30, the others had to pay $58. Actually, I feel that it is not worth the money. Maybe it is just not my-kind of event. But you look at some other people who seems to enjoy really very much, maybe it is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/2811783927796890720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=2811783927796890720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2811783927796890720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2811783927796890720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/12/zoukout.html' title='Zoukout'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp3.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/R11ZTaZ7qzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YDnYIrudSNo/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-1123929607190455987</id><published>2007-12-07T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T02:42:39.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2am</title><summary type='text'>Friends asked me out for supper. Initially wanted to go Holland V NYDC, but when we walk pass 2am dessert bar, we decided to check it out.I had earl grey, my sis had rose tea. The tea is served in french press and transparent glassware. Beautiful. You can ask for more hot water top top-up the tea.We also ordered some main courses. Since it is a dessert bar, their main courses are actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/1123929607190455987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=1123929607190455987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1123929607190455987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1123929607190455987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/12/2am.html' title='2am'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp0.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/R1g9cRIBlPI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9Wsmbiivjq0/s72-c/P1020277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-5472606150345236121</id><published>2007-12-06T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:01:13.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disfigured</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I went to AA centre to do my international driving license.  While exiting the car park, I scratched the head of my car against the wall.  I heard the sound of scratching, but I thought it is just a light scratch.Yesterday I still didn't see the sratch mark.  Until today, after I went outside then I realise the scratch is so huge (bigger than my palm, maybe 2 palms)!  But mostly just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5472606150345236121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5472606150345236121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5472606150345236121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5472606150345236121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/12/disfigured.html' title='Disfigured'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-1165628426886014827</id><published>2007-12-05T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:49:55.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koreans</title><summary type='text'>Once again, Koreans touched my heart.I remember the other time when we were at Jeju without a guide, and we had to find our own way with our little knowledge of korean.  We asked around for directions, we couldn't understand their reply.  Despite the language barrier, they were very kind and help us in every way they can.Again, today I went to the Korean embassy to do my visa.  However, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/1165628426886014827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=1165628426886014827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1165628426886014827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1165628426886014827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/12/koreans.html' title='Koreans'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-5435573502871958605</id><published>2007-12-04T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:25:13.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone has started their FYP.  And what am I doing?  Still slacking away, waiting to go Korea to start my FYP.  But there are so many administrative work to do. Tomorrow I got to go do my visa, apply my insurance.  Then need to book my air ticket, and settle my accomodation.  I need to buy more winter clothings, and maybe need to buy a huge lugguage.  Still need to go back school do medical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5435573502871958605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5435573502871958605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5435573502871958605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5435573502871958605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/12/everyone-has-started-their-fyp.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-9133279237154587106</id><published>2007-12-01T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:08:08.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Doggy</title><summary type='text'>My sister's dog is the king of the whole family.  You cannot put him in the front seat, because he will climb onto the driver's lap.  Not only that, he will use his paws to press on your hand, so he can see the view outside.  You can't drive when he does that.The first time I drove him out I didn't know it.  I was driving and he climbed onto my lap.  I had to stop the car and put him back on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/9133279237154587106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=9133279237154587106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/9133279237154587106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/9133279237154587106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/12/naughty-doggy.html' title='Naughty Doggy'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-7869036493387477401</id><published>2007-12-01T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:00:20.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><summary type='text'>For the first time after getting my driving license, I thought I was going to get into a traffic accident for sure.I was travelling on the expressway and there was kind of jam.  I was on the right most lane, but was travelling at about 60km/h (due to the jam).  I wasn't very near nor very far from the car in front of me.  My mother and I was happily yakking away when the car in front suddenly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/7869036493387477401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=7869036493387477401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7869036493387477401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7869036493387477401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/12/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-1669976503072866383</id><published>2007-11-26T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T12:12:58.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>东坡肉</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday morning I was watching 小孩不笨2 tv series on Channel 8, and I probably heard the funniest and most ridiculous joke.There is this chinese delicacy called 东坡肉.  It is actually fat pork meat dish that is named after Su Dongpo, a literary figure in chinese history.So the kid in the show said "东坡肉就是新加坡东部买的肉做成的菜", which means the meat that is bought from the east side (东部) of Singapore (新加坡) and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/1669976503072866383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=1669976503072866383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1669976503072866383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1669976503072866383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='东坡肉'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-2733784777839666278</id><published>2007-11-25T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:41:19.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The word "If"</title><summary type='text'>How many times have you found yourself or other people using the word "if"?"If I had done this...", "If only I knew...", "If we had gone there...", "If you had gave that...".I think this is very familiar to everyone.  I pondered about this before.Most of the time, we are not aware of the other option(s), or we do not know the consequences of the options we have.So why did we make the choice that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/2733784777839666278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=2733784777839666278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2733784777839666278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2733784777839666278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/11/word-if.html' title='The word &quot;If&quot;'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-5840228988625157605</id><published>2007-11-25T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:25:36.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right and Wrong</title><summary type='text'>Humans like to differentiate clearly between right and wrong, don't we?  But can everything be differentiated so clearly?When a relationship fails, who's right and who's wrong?Take an example of the most common scenario, the existence of a 3rd party.  Let's not talk about guys who ill-treat their girlfriends, but cases where the guy did nothing wrong.He may did nothing wrong, but did he do it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5840228988625157605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5840228988625157605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5840228988625157605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5840228988625157605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/11/right-and-wrong.html' title='Right and Wrong'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-2856325769575149128</id><published>2007-11-23T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:11:09.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lecture Marathon</title><summary type='text'>So how did my lecture marathon turn out?  I spent about 5 hours watching 3 lecture recordings.  Well, not exactly continuously, I did fall asleep for a while in between (because he was just too BORING).Tips for watching lecture recordings:Don't use your own computer - you may have the temptation to throw something in the lecturer's face, which you can't.  You probably end up damaging the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/2856325769575149128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=2856325769575149128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2856325769575149128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2856325769575149128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/11/lecture-marathon.html' title='Lecture Marathon'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-1413849651483965193</id><published>2007-11-22T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:08:41.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCQ</title><summary type='text'>I properly had the exam paper with the most MCQ question, or rather weightage, in the whole of NTU.  Note that this is a core module.When I saw that there were 40 MCQs, I was like, how come the weightage this year is only 40%, but I think it was okay.  Then after a few seconds, I remember the questions are 2 marks each, which means 80%!I don't know whether to laugh or cry.  The MCQs were bloody </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/1413849651483965193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=1413849651483965193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1413849651483965193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1413849651483965193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/11/mcq.html' title='MCQ'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-6402547127353690248</id><published>2007-11-20T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:56:05.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 more papers left. I finally have that feeling of finishing all the papers after more than 10 years of education. Well, at least it will be some time before I take any exams again.Genetics is the headache of all the papers. It is the next paper I am going to take in... about 36 hours. And I am not even halfway through. I really don't know how to study for this module.Someone was asking what kind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/6402547127353690248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=6402547127353690248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6402547127353690248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6402547127353690248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-more-papers-left.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-4706251487669659199</id><published>2007-11-18T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:23:02.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I go to school, I don't usually park at Can A. But that day I had to go Office of Finance to pay school fees, so it is more convenient to park there than make one big round to park at bioscience.The gantries in school used to be insert cash-card kind, and not the erp kind. But who knows when they change it, to my horror it became the erp kind. The thing is, I took out my cash card already, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/4706251487669659199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=4706251487669659199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4706251487669659199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4706251487669659199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-i-go-to-school-i-dont-usually-park.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-8884648050864394666</id><published>2007-11-18T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T12:44:24.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dim Sum at Red Star</title><summary type='text'>Dad wanted to go for dim sum breakfast. At first we wanted to go to Dragongate, but only realised it opens at 10+ upon reaching there. There we went to Mirama Hotel, same thing. Finally we settle at Red Star which was nearby.On the way there on AYE, there was this car in front of me and a taxi behind me in the middle lane. As the car in front was slow, the taxi and me simultaneously lane change </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/8884648050864394666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=8884648050864394666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8884648050864394666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/8884648050864394666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/11/dim-sum-at-red-star.html' title='Dim Sum at Red Star'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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/_yhqMrmt8ch4/Rz_BD0uVDMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6q4qfvwV2wM/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-2283012311128035687</id><published>2007-11-11T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T12:55:54.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took this quiz on how much maintanence I am. The result was… I am more high maintanence than a Ferrari! Omg, when I saw this comparison, I don’t know to laugh or cry. I know I am a materialistic woman, but when the comparison with ferrari? Oh well…Anyway, we went to catch the Pillowman.It is about this writer who writes horror stories torturing little children. He was brought into question by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/2283012311128035687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=2283012311128035687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2283012311128035687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/2283012311128035687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-took-this-quiz-on-how-much.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-7546413600685418751</id><published>2007-11-09T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:53:29.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now is November.  After the exams are finished, it will be December.December is when I will fly to the country that I love, but also where the unknowns are waiting for me.My prof said I can start my fyp anytime I want.  I am still waiting for response from IRO.  I was just looking through some information, and it feels so scary.1, how am I going to get to KAIST from Seoul with the amount of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/7546413600685418751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=7546413600685418751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7546413600685418751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7546413600685418751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-is-november.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-4259189016617022385</id><published>2007-10-29T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:35:50.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The post below, I copied from my friend's blog. I found it sooooo hilarious! hahahahahaA~. Sounds like something I want, but definitely not something I will do! Anyway, I love the questions she have for the rich bankers. I want the answers too! hahahahahaA~.Well, the new mocca advertisement on radio stations. There is english and chinese version.The english one goes like this:"Buy my car yeah, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/4259189016617022385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=4259189016617022385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4259189016617022385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4259189016617022385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/10/post-below-i-copied-from-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-5479534226342308519</id><published>2007-10-28T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:06:19.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Year-old beauty seeks rich banker</title><summary type='text'>Original Post‘What am I doing wrong?Okay, I’m tired of beating around the bush. I’m a beautiful (spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I’m articulate and classy. I’m not from New York. I’m looking to get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don’t think I’m overreaching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/5479534226342308519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=5479534226342308519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5479534226342308519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/5479534226342308519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/10/25-year-old-beauty-seeks-rich-banker.html' title='25 Year-old beauty seeks rich banker'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-3926742936762075348</id><published>2007-10-27T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T02:34:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was peeping, well reading, my ex's blog and I saw a wish list.Those were the types of things that I would probably wish for in the past.  Simple stuffs.But now, it is cars, cars and cars.  High paying job.  A comfortable life.What happen to me?  Things I wish for are luxurious items. Actually not only him, when I compared myself with friends that I used to be very close, and even some of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/3926742936762075348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=3926742936762075348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3926742936762075348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3926742936762075348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-peeping-well-reading-my-exs-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-6003695403036308224</id><published>2007-10-26T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T02:07:55.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting sentimental for no reason... oh well...whatever.Anyway, that night my friend was applying for a job at UBS.  And he had to take an online assessment test.  So he gathered the army to do the test.  First part is the maths (econs) questions.  Second is the logic questions (see patterns and determine what is next).My friend saw the logic questions and literally stun.  He couldn't do it at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/6003695403036308224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=6003695403036308224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6003695403036308224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/6003695403036308224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/10/getting-sentimental-for-no-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-4448320575886774522</id><published>2007-10-22T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:27:28.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain...</title><summary type='text'>Break ups are always painful, aren't they?One of my friend broke up with her boyfriend. Both are my friends, and we used to be quite close in JC. She seems to be quite upset, and painful.Long long time ago I also witnessed another breakup. I was sort of like the middle man. And I felt so painful for them.I also went through breakups. They are painful.How would you feel if they man you fell in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/4448320575886774522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=4448320575886774522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4448320575886774522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4448320575886774522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/10/pain.html' title='Pain...'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-4901421906281972577</id><published>2007-10-19T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T19:05:31.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I begin to appreciate the goodness of my car, Xiao hei.My sister's car, big white, sometimes feels like sh*t. I have been driving her car (yeah! I can wake up late) for a few days because she is not in Singapore. Her car's suspension is....horrrriiiiibbblllleeee! I totally cannot stand it, the dampening is not strong enough. Unlike my lotus-tuned suspension, which the car won't shake when it goes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/4901421906281972577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=4901421906281972577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4901421906281972577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4901421906281972577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-begin-to-appreciate-goodness-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-3201729854515257422</id><published>2007-10-13T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T19:05:27.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Yeah!  I went to eat one of my favourite food again.  This place is located in the Bukit Batok Heavy Vehicle carpark.  A little hard to find if you don't drive.  One of the benefits of driving is, you get to exotic places with good food.  Yummmm!  Great for (glutton) people like me.The place is famous for their fish head steamboat (the left bottom picture).  If you know how to eat fish head, you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/3201729854515257422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=3201729854515257422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3201729854515257422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3201729854515257422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeah-i-went-to-eat-one-of-my-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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/_yhqMrmt8ch4/RxCmdtrZnoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/laQFFQwOPOM/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-4262920286007470238</id><published>2007-10-13T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T18:57:11.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiao Hei</title><summary type='text'> My first car.  First car mod - LEDs (totally heart it).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/4262920286007470238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=4262920286007470238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4262920286007470238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4262920286007470238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/10/xiao-hei.html' title='Xiao Hei'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp2.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/RxCkg9rZnnI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EUyhdgaHWQU/s72-c/P1020148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-7491180702817064514</id><published>2007-10-13T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T14:17:31.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>사랑해요</title><summary type='text'>테랜스 씨 사랑해요.저는 근처에 많은 난자들이 있지만 당신만 싶어요.항상 너에 대하여 생각해요.마음에 아파고 싶지 않아요.정말 보고 싶어요.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/7491180702817064514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=7491180702817064514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7491180702817064514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/7491180702817064514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_13.html' title='사랑해요'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-1629971647387618616</id><published>2007-10-12T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T11:09:37.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>最近很像很流行用华文写博客，我也来试试看吧。好久没有用华文写字了，写起来有点困难。韩文用多了，华文字看起来有一点奇怪。我的华语程度这么好像小学生在写作文呢？接触越多，相处越久， 就越想得到，越想拥有。该怎么办呢？如何是好？ 最近好像又惹来一些狂风浪蝶。不过这次不同的是，这些浪蝶都是周遭的人。我只想拥有他，但以我的个性我会为了他而就这样轻易的放弃整个森林吗？好累啊，用华文写。试试看用韩文吧。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/1629971647387618616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=1629971647387618616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1629971647387618616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1629971647387618616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-422668225041241048</id><published>2007-10-10T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:32:42.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>这首歌正形容我此刻的心情...是非题每段故事 都有一篇剧情 每段爱情 都像动人旋律一颗真心 却只向著你前进 也许爱 越单纯 越著迷你是窗外 另外一片风景 在你眼里 我是什麼关系你的呼吸 存在我的爱情里 何时能诚实面对自己我们从不开口那个原因 那一句我爱你 永远像少了勇气别人都说 我和你之间的关系 没有人相信只有关心我们从不证实那个问题 那一些是非题 总让人伤透脑筋我会期待 爱盛开那一个黎明 一定会有美丽的爱情</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/422668225041241048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=422668225041241048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/422668225041241048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/422668225041241048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-896798169754804975</id><published>2007-10-06T02:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T14:04:10.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumar the Queen</title><summary type='text'>I went to catch Kumar the Queen at Esplanade today. It was DAMM funny! Really had a great time. Real dirty jokes and local political jokes. The content is too local already, some of the caucasians don't quite get it.And it took me 1 hour to drive from school to Esplanade, because of the jam. There is really more and more cars in Singapore, especially the OPCs.I didn't eat dinner because I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/896798169754804975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=896798169754804975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/896798169754804975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/896798169754804975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/10/kumar-queen.html' title='Kumar the Queen'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-3821626876297565965</id><published>2007-10-02T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:41:52.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is about a lot of ups and downs, isn't it?People around me...Some are getting married,Some are doing fine with their partners,Some got their heart broken.And me?  I stayed put in the same spot, well, not only in terms of relationship.I feel that I have been at the same spot for a long time.  Things are changing, and yet I am not moving forward.Work seems to just stagnant there.  After so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/3821626876297565965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=3821626876297565965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3821626876297565965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/3821626876297565965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-is-about-lot-of-ups-and-downs-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-1011804954808159173</id><published>2007-09-30T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T03:51:34.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP @ KAIST</title><summary type='text'>Just checked my mail, and Dr. Lee decided to host me for my FYP at KAIST.Oh yeah! Korea, here I come again!But I am not as excited as I probably would be a few months back. Strangely, fears hit me. I am starting to wonder what my parents will say, how I will survive 3 to 4 months in a foreign country with language barrier. Being away from home for so long, I don't know what is awaiting for me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/1011804954808159173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=1011804954808159173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1011804954808159173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/1011804954808159173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/09/fyp-kaist.html' title='FYP @ KAIST'/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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-6363751.post-753417980713074195</id><published>2007-09-30T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T02:44:49.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the last day of entrepreneurship course. Yeah! Finish! But still have business plan to do :( Anyway, we gave ourselves a break and went to Colbar to eat. I must take pictures the next time I am there (which is the coming Friday). Well, the food is okay only, the serving size is very different from dish to dish. Quite weird actually. And I was thinking why the expats like to frequent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/753417980713074195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=753417980713074195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/753417980713074195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/753417980713074195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday-was-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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://bp0.blogger.com/_yhqMrmt8ch4/Rv6c99rZnmI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Dm5QHmp7pJw/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-4316328403404548508</id><published>2007-09-23T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:14:15.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My first drift - yesterdayI really didn't mean to do it, but I just did it somehow. I was cornering bands at Devil's band, and I just drifted at one of the corner. Loud, deep screeching of my tires. The people in front and behind me all know about it. So paiseh! Beautiful drift, but dangerous, because it is 2 way traffic and I went into the other land. Thank God that there wasn't any cars.Some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/feeds/4316328403404548508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6363751&amp;postID=4316328403404548508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4316328403404548508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363751/posts/default/4316328403404548508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olive2.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-drift-yesterday-i-really-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>oLiVe^2</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/_yhqMrmt8ch4/RvYRONrZnlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/39reaiPIVxk/s72-c/P1020107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363751.post-5956423406294953599</id><published>2007-09-20T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:05:37.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time...with my car</title><summary type='text'>My first car - Proton SavvyMy first car parking summon - few months ago at BugisMy first high speed car ride - few months ago, on a friend's car, driven by friendMy first car wash - manually by myself, totally had no idea how to washMy first car wax- manually by myself, took me freaking longMy first car mod - LEDs! Totally love it! 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