<?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-26819725</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:01:02.093-08:00</updated><category term='shopping'/><category term='blank'/><category term='fallen'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='names'/><category term='school'/><category term='vids'/><category term='favourites'/><title type='text'>wishes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-2860475460484658924</id><published>2009-05-31T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T05:44:34.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for wees</title><content type='html'>nah... lazy la....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://askcleo.com/index.php?option=com_idoblog&amp;task=userblog&amp;userid=68&amp;Itemid=61&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-8060297722802825757?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/8060297722802825757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=8060297722802825757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/8060297722802825757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/8060297722802825757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2009/05/online-shopping-is-gonna-be-my-downfall.html' title='online shopping is gonna be my downfall :('/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-1603442749961332701</id><published>2009-05-02T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:31:18.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fallen'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Do you ever stop and wonder whether what you are doing right now is really what you wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching The Lakehouse on channel 5 today. And well, i guess the first point of me affirming to myself that i wanted to make beautiful buildings was when i watched the movie for the first time in mid-2006. And i just realised that it was just before i went for FOC or started the first day of my life in architecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't just that the house itself was so inspirational, definitely was (although it reminds me of farnsworth), with the maple tree right in the middle of the house and it hovering over the water, and it's context, right in the middle of nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just that the main character was an architect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of the lakehouse creating so much emotion, the concept of how Alex explained how the house represented all that his father was, surrounded by so much beauty, yet unable to touch it. And when Alex and his father were having the conversation about the light in a particular site would totally affect the architecture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small things like that... It simply entranced me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm not talking about this like a "true archi student" would. But i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess, now, it's pretty impossible that I'm gonna be an architect, with grades and more important, the lack of talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the movie now, several things flow through my head. I still do want to create things of beauty, or something that has an impact in people's lives. I know i cant do that in the form of a building anymore. But I guess in a way, I still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lifelong dream is to open a Boutique Hotel or/and a restaurant. I know that it may not be a permanent experience for people. But to me, it does leave an impact to certain extent. You remember the decor, you remember the food that just leaves you wanting more, you remember the atmosphere... you remember the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm just rambling. Just getting it all out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-1603442749961332701?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/1603442749961332701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=1603442749961332701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/1603442749961332701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/1603442749961332701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-7779966106182264134</id><published>2009-04-28T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:43:07.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='names'/><title type='text'>Fucked-up names</title><content type='html'>Names of people either given by their parents (so sad) or those picked by them (even sadder).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Colonel Tan&lt;br /&gt;2) Dragon Long&lt;br /&gt;3) Peppermint&lt;br /&gt;4) Kite&lt;br /&gt;5) Peach&lt;br /&gt;6) Apple&lt;br /&gt;7) Fish&lt;br /&gt;8) Tourmaline&lt;br /&gt;9) Hymen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant remember right now... I'll add to this. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-7779966106182264134?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/7779966106182264134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=7779966106182264134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/7779966106182264134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/7779966106182264134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2009/04/fucked-up-names.html' title='Fucked-up names'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-5191405715376562855</id><published>2009-04-13T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T05:07:44.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourites'/><title type='text'>Snowdrops on roses and noses on kittens...</title><content type='html'>These are a few of my favourite things... as the song goes... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kisses on my forehead and the top of my head&lt;br /&gt;2) Being hugged from behind when sleeping&lt;br /&gt;3) Someone making the effort to cook for me&lt;br /&gt;4) Momo monster drink hot tea&lt;br /&gt;5) Passion fruit lip butter&lt;br /&gt;6) Apple-cinnamon fisherman's friend&lt;br /&gt;7) Nivea moisturiser&lt;br /&gt;8) Someone pushing the hair out of my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll add on to this list next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever think about this?... i think it takes a lot for a guy to say to a girl "You're beautiful." as compared to "You're hot" or "She's sexy" or "You're pretty".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-5191405715376562855?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/5191405715376562855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=5191405715376562855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>blank (part 2)</title><content type='html'>it happened again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-7592524599027764505?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/7592524599027764505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=7592524599027764505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/7592524599027764505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/7592524599027764505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2009/04/blank-part-2.html' title='blank (part 2)'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-2089618808869816715</id><published>2009-04-08T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:33:47.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blank'/><title type='text'>blank</title><content type='html'>everytime i come here, with something in particular to talk about, then i totally blank out and stop and close the window. either thinking that the entry would offend certain friends, would be revealing too much or what others would think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... I worry too much about what people think about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-2089618808869816715?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/2089618808869816715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=2089618808869816715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/2089618808869816715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/2089618808869816715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2009/04/blank.html' title='blank'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-2881789918321423467</id><published>2009-04-06T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:56:20.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vids'/><title type='text'>Current favourite song</title><content type='html'>This song keeps playing in my head... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine Kiss Me by Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYAw_JHLl-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYAw_JHLl-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-2881789918321423467?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/2881789918321423467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=2881789918321423467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/2881789918321423467'/><link rel='self' 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for super long. sigh. life's been bad and struggling to get through RIBA right now. just hope that i pass with just a C just so i dont have to do it again. if i DO pass, i just have my archi studies mods to take... which will be a hell lot lighter in workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck... i need cigs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-8774560323091640851?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/8774560323091640851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=8774560323091640851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/8774560323091640851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/8774560323091640851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-post.html' title='random post'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-7344845389079986317</id><published>2008-09-28T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:10:25.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat's back</title><content type='html'>I dunno why im starting this again after so long but i guess i need an avenue for me to "luahkan" my feelings since, certain people that im close to are not at arm's length anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... I'm trying to start a whole new chapter in my life... it's been a lonely path sometimes and i keep thinking about what i've lost but (i know, i know, shouldn't think about him anymore but i cant help it!) im trying to leave it all behind. i hope i get to update more frequently this time around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-7344845389079986317?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/7344845389079986317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=7344845389079986317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/7344845389079986317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/7344845389079986317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2008/09/kats-back.html' title='Kat&apos;s back'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-5079385469316728121</id><published>2007-06-21T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T04:52:39.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RnpmapR7kmI/AAAAAAAAADA/hoKpjSeQUbk/s1600-h/29-04-07_1529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078484137757348450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RnpmapR7kmI/AAAAAAAAADA/hoKpjSeQUbk/s320/29-04-07_1529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RnpmMpR7klI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qlmpeL4-f8Y/s1600-h/25-01-07_1824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078483897239179858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RnpmMpR7klI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qlmpeL4-f8Y/s320/25-01-07_1824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rnpl_JR7kkI/AAAAAAAAACw/eRrUB5pGjw8/s1600-h/18-06-07_2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078483665310945858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rnpl_JR7kkI/AAAAAAAAACw/eRrUB5pGjw8/s320/18-06-07_2021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RnplwJR7kjI/AAAAAAAAACo/AAJR7Zxeod4/s1600-h/19-03-07_0853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078483407612908082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RnplwJR7kjI/AAAAAAAAACo/AAJR7Zxeod4/s320/19-03-07_0853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-5079385469316728121?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/5079385469316728121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=5079385469316728121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/5079385469316728121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/5079385469316728121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-photos.html' title='Random photos'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RnpmapR7kmI/AAAAAAAAADA/hoKpjSeQUbk/s72-c/29-04-07_1529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-8398384711779775310</id><published>2007-06-14T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:07:34.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me busy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yup... I have been busy with FOC and such. Been editing the 'Guide to surviving Architecture' in NUS here and there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN ARCHITECTURE STUDENT WHEN…&lt;br /&gt;• The alarm clock tells you when to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;• You're not ashamed of drooling in class anymore, especially during Structures lectures&lt;br /&gt;• You know what Superglue tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;• You celebrate space and observe your birthday&lt;br /&gt;• Coffee and Red Bull are tools, not treats.&lt;br /&gt;• You think it's possible to create space.&lt;br /&gt;• You've slept more than 20 hours non-stop in a single weekend.&lt;br /&gt;• You fight with inanimate objects.&lt;br /&gt;• You've fallen asleep in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;• Your brother or sister thinks he or she is an only child.&lt;br /&gt;• You've listened to all your CDs in less than 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;• You're not seen in public.&lt;br /&gt;• You lose your house keys for a week and you don't even notice.&lt;br /&gt;• You've brushed your teeth and washed your hair in the university's bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;• You've discovered the benefits of having none or very short hair, and you've started to appreciate inheriting baldness.&lt;br /&gt;• You've used an entire role of film to photograph the footpath.&lt;br /&gt;• You know the exact time the vending machines are refilled.&lt;br /&gt;• You always carry your deodorant and toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;• You become excellent at recycling when making models.&lt;br /&gt;• When you try to communicate, you make a continuous and monotonous whine.&lt;br /&gt;• You've danced YMCA with excellent choreography at 3 am and without a single drop of alcohol in your body.&lt;br /&gt;• You take notes and leave messages with a rapidograph and colour markers.&lt;br /&gt;• You combine breakfast, lunch and dinner into one single meal.&lt;br /&gt;• You see holidays only as extra sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;• You've got more photographs of buildings than of actual people.&lt;br /&gt;• You've taken your girlfriend (boyfriend) on a date to a construction site.&lt;br /&gt;• You've realised that French curves are not that exciting.&lt;br /&gt;• You can live without human contact, food or daylight, but if you can't print it's chaos.&lt;br /&gt;• When you're being shown pictures of a trip, you ask about the human scale&lt;br /&gt;• You can use Photoshop, Illustrator and make a web page, but you don't know how to use Excel.&lt;br /&gt;• You refer to great architects (dead or alive) by their first name as if you knew them (Frank, Corbu, Mies, Norman).&lt;br /&gt;• You buy 50 dollars worth of design magazines that you haven't read yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-8398384711779775310?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/8398384711779775310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=8398384711779775310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/8398384711779775310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/8398384711779775310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/06/me-busy.html' title='Me busy?'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-7604434669058614204</id><published>2007-04-17T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T02:13:13.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm weak</title><content type='html'>I think i give in too easily to people sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I'm lazy to argue&lt;br /&gt;2)I'm too scared to give my own opinion&lt;br /&gt;3)I really don't mind "anything"&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;4)I'm WEAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Damn it. I just realise that I do this and it's a really bad habit. Even though the decision someone makes may be to my disadvantage, I don't disagree or give an alternate solution. *faints* This could be my downfall, I guess. But I really I haven't really been doing much of that recently. Which IS good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to studying for my exams! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Starfish*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-7604434669058614204?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/7604434669058614204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=7604434669058614204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/7604434669058614204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/7604434669058614204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-weak.html' title='I&apos;m weak'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-6747819151102917885</id><published>2007-04-13T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T05:12:13.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cant really think of a title for this post coz a lot of stuff has happened so far... Have you ever felt so strongly about someone and he feels the same way about you but he keeps you at a arm's length away because he's scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr... I just hate it... But I don't want to let him go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random photos to cheer me up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rh9ypyNGi1I/AAAAAAAAACg/__WiHy0L2FI/s1600-h/12-04-07_2039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052883369109916498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rh9ypyNGi1I/AAAAAAAAACg/__WiHy0L2FI/s320/12-04-07_2039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoons stacked up in a really interesting way for a buffet at SIM. *thinks of starting a world record for tallest stack of spoons* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rh9yiyNGi0I/AAAAAAAAACY/gGhQhnXv8yQ/s1600-h/12-04-07_1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052883248850832194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rh9yiyNGi0I/AAAAAAAAACY/gGhQhnXv8yQ/s320/12-04-07_1346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca's hamster - Ding Ding - is really cute! Though it looks more like a guinea pig. Weird name... Haha. Though Eeeeeeee is an even weirder name for a hamster. Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer me UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*starfish wants to curl up in bed and never wake up*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-6747819151102917885?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/6747819151102917885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=6747819151102917885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/6747819151102917885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/6747819151102917885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/04/cant-really-think-of-title-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rh9ypyNGi1I/AAAAAAAAACg/__WiHy0L2FI/s72-c/12-04-07_2039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-6837334661604798780</id><published>2007-03-31T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T09:39:26.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends for the Pom-pom creatures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rg6OYXYglFI/AAAAAAAAACI/hvNmgvqz36s/s1600-h/31-03-07_2149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048128781573723218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rg6OYXYglFI/AAAAAAAAACI/hvNmgvqz36s/s320/31-03-07_2149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rg6OYnYglGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0RoZWcRO0-U/s1600-h/31-03-07_2150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048128785868690530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rg6OYnYglGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0RoZWcRO0-U/s320/31-03-07_2150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They speak for themselves... :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-6837334661604798780?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/6837334661604798780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=6837334661604798780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/6837334661604798780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/6837334661604798780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/03/friends-for-pom-pom-creatures.html' title='Friends for the Pom-pom creatures'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rg6OYXYglFI/AAAAAAAAACI/hvNmgvqz36s/s72-c/31-03-07_2149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-3062922973087578654</id><published>2007-03-28T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T01:20:45.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mailbox bride is gone</title><content type='html'>We finally had submission for the stupid mailbox. I am sleep deprived.... But cant get a break yet. Final submission for design is next thurs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say weird stuff when im sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im more truthful too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going, going, going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Starfish has GONE to sleep*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-3062922973087578654?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/3062922973087578654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=3062922973087578654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/3062922973087578654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/3062922973087578654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/03/mailbox-bride-is-gone.html' title='Mailbox bride is gone'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-5524874248654706179</id><published>2007-03-24T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:47:45.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of it</title><content type='html'>I'm really really worried about my family situation right now. My mum's not working and so we are really short on money right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, instead of getting $20 for two days (I'm staying over in school), I only got $12. I probably have to skip a couple of meals. A reminder letter has also come coz i haven't paid my phone bill for a couple of months, which im supposed to pay by 30th March. God knows who I can come up with the money before that. It's not as if my bills are atrociously high. For two months, the total is only about $69. And for last month, my bill is only $29. Problem is, I don't have the money to pay it at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I really need to start learning how to use ArchiCAD from Aidit so that I can get some jobs from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Starfish wants to cry*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-5524874248654706179?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/5524874248654706179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=5524874248654706179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/5524874248654706179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/5524874248654706179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/03/sick-of-it.html' title='Sick of it'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-4441042659226423703</id><published>2007-03-22T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:39:35.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am @ Youth.SG</title><content type='html'>There's a blogging competition that's going on. Check it out at http://www.youth.sg Though today is actually the last day for entry... :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda expected from me. I've been so busy busy busy with all my assignments that's going on with my course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Let's first start with the reason why I am always so busy - I am an Architecture student in NUS, first year. "Glamorous course," you say... "No exams," you say... Yeah right. Almost every waking hour is spent developing and perfecting our designs to present it somewhere near the end of the semester to a panel of tutors who would most probably shoot it down. Yeah... it's THAT bad. All this, while having to juggle other modules as well. (I'm currently taking Basic Chinese as one of my modules besides my other core modules.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you still in that course then?" you may ask... Well... If I had to simply give ONE reason, I LOVE DESIGNING!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have another reason please? :P I don't wanna end up in a job where it's simply repetition and where I'm doing something which I have simply no interest for. I cant imagine myself being a major in Arts or Science. Though I took Science in JC... It's not that I don't like those subjects, in fact I loved taking Science in JC and deciphering the human psyche, about the world around me and stuff like that. But I cant imagine working in those fields. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, I've had interest in designing or just arts and the Arts as well. I was just looking through some of my old primary school journals where you have to write about what you want to be when you grow up. And you know what I wrote? An artist. :D Okay... so I kinda deviated a lil, but being an "artist" is not very practical in Singapore or anywhere else for that matter. So I needed to be a specific kind of artist. During JAE after my 'O' levels, most of my choices were actually design courses - ranging from architecture, to interior design, to fashion design, to digital media design and stuff like that. I simply wanted to be somewhere where I could develop my creativity. (But I ended up in JC coz I had friends there, and I couldn't decide what kind of design I wanted to specialise in. :P) So I took the opportunity in NUS to study a design-related course. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough but I love it. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though life isn't always so peachy. I have to admit, I don't come from a family that's too well off. But my course kinda requires us to spend quite a lot on materials, books, and believe it or not paper... Only my dad's working and only takes home about 1000 or so per month, mum used to work but she's sick now. Even though we really need the money but we'd rather her stay home a rest. Initially, I wanted to take up a part-time job, maybe sales or tutoring jobs. But my course just takes up all my time. So I'm really struggling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I wrote about what I wanted to be when I grew up when I was still in Primary School. If you ask me now... I would say, I just want to have a good paying job where I can simply provide my parents with a good life when they're in their golden years. Filial piety you say? More like they've worked their asses off to bring me, my sis, and my brother up... It's the least I can do for them. I've never remembered feeling at any disadvantage or lacking anything when I was young. I had toys (mostly hand-me-downs from my older siblings, the only thing that was mine was a doll which could change her hairstyles :P), new Baju Kurungs every Hari Raya, a lot of good food (mum's a great cook!), pets and I had them. When I got older I realized something. Though I had new clothes for Hari Raya, my mum didn't. She always gave the reason that they didn't have her size (She's an XXXL.) or she simply didn't have the time to get one. But that wasn't it... she would always put us first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my friends view going into the working world as getting independence, maybe even getting away from their family. For me, it's to make sure simply there's food on the table for my family, my parents don't have to work till they're old and grey, and giving back to my parents. Even when I worked part-time after my 'A' levels, out of my $700+ pay, my parents would get at least $150, so it at least helped them out or at least paid for my mum's medical fees. But now that I'm not working, it's hard.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The government is always saying that Singapore’s economy is better, standard of living is rising, higher income, blah, blah, blah. But there are families like mine who are stuck. Where a difference of $6, doesn’t put us in the lower income group who earn less than $1200. Rawr. Sorry. Just griping. I cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish life was a little better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to help out other people as well. I’m not too well off, but I know there’re always others who are worse off than me, so I thank my lucky stars that I’m able to continue studying, still have both my parents, and I don’t go hungry (most of the time). But it’s hard when I have little to give of myself, other than my time, my effort and my heart. I am partaking in a service learning trip under my faculty to Kiau, a village in Sabah where we will be building a pre-school during the school holidays. I am happy that finally I am given the chance to make a rather large contribution to society. Trouble is, I might still have to raise a little money to pay for my trip there. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… All in all, who am I in this little red dot called Singapore? I’m an aspiring designer, who just wants to give – give my ideas, give money (to my parents), give back to society and give my love to all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Starfish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-4441042659226423703?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/4441042659226423703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=4441042659226423703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/4441042659226423703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/4441042659226423703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-youthsg.html' title='I Am @ Youth.SG'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-732891744951801323</id><published>2007-03-21T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T09:58:09.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since a posted. Found a template that is so much nicer than the old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess wat? As usual, i am in school... and it's 12.48am on a Wednesday night right now. Gah. This after a sleepy afternoon trying to make the mailbox. The dumb mailbox is getting on my nerves. Our group keeps deviating from the task at hand. What do you expect from 5 girls in a group. Honestly, our mailbox is damn girly. With the chiffon and satin and stuff. I just hope it wont turn out to look gawdy. It's already so very different from all the other mailboxes. Luckily, at least we do not need the workshop to do our stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Bitch tapped me on the shoulder today to ask me whether i had something that she was trying to borrow. (Shan't say coz it's pretty specific :P) Damn it. There are only two people on archi that kinda get on my nerves how they simply "ignore" me and by their behaviour. And SHE is one of them. Sometimes just feel like bitch-slapping her. Haha. Gosh. Violent behaviour. Nah. I'll just ignore her for the next, let's see, 3 or 4 years? (Maybe less if she quits. Wahahaha *evil laughter*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... now that's off my chest. Hee. I promise I wont talk about her again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless she becomes nicer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Starfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Im getting so exhausted from everything. Design is going a lot better than last year though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-732891744951801323?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/732891744951801323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=732891744951801323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/732891744951801323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/732891744951801323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/03/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-692002290262618650</id><published>2007-03-14T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:14:51.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto the Cat</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna have one whole post dedicated to Auto the Resident Studio Cat since he might be able to stay around much longer coz a couple of tutors, namely Erwin and Huo Ning are not happy with her going in and out of the studio. She's sooo cute... Gonna miss her. Wish I could keep her but I'm rarely at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RfegujeNnJI/AAAAAAAAABo/XLBXqt-4HF0/s1600-h/09-03-07_1716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RfegujeNnJI/AAAAAAAAABo/XLBXqt-4HF0/s200/09-03-07_1716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041675029520948370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RfeglTeNnII/AAAAAAAAABg/jorgnwoKdZ0/s1600-h/06-03-07_1151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RfeglTeNnII/AAAAAAAAABg/jorgnwoKdZ0/s200/06-03-07_1151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041674870607158402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RfegZDeNnHI/AAAAAAAAABY/MkK2oMO8-PE/s1600-h/09-03-07_1511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RfegZDeNnHI/AAAAAAAAABY/MkK2oMO8-PE/s200/09-03-07_1511.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041674660153760882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RfegRTeNnGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RA9gMEWUEFs/s1600-h/09-03-07_1510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RfegRTeNnGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RA9gMEWUEFs/s200/09-03-07_1510.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041674527009774690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Starfish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-692002290262618650?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/692002290262618650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=692002290262618650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/692002290262618650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/692002290262618650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/03/auto-cat.html' title='Auto the Cat'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RfegujeNnJI/AAAAAAAAABo/XLBXqt-4HF0/s72-c/09-03-07_1716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-7958267577169198239</id><published>2007-03-05T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:08:37.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thing found on friendster</title><content type='html'>You.Can.Only.Type.ONE.Word.&lt;br /&gt;Not as easy as you might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;- table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife?&lt;br /&gt;- none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair?&lt;br /&gt;- long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother?&lt;br /&gt;- home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father?&lt;br /&gt;- working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Your favorite thing?&lt;br /&gt;- friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;- sleepless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;- teh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream car?&lt;br /&gt;- MX5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;- Studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your ex?&lt;br /&gt;- Bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Your fear?&lt;br /&gt;- Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you want to be in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;- Successful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who did you hang out with last&lt;br /&gt;night?&lt;br /&gt;- Aki-ers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What you're not?&lt;br /&gt;- outspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins?&lt;br /&gt;- me? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. One of your wish list items?&lt;br /&gt;- Bracelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;- Draw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- Sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your tv?&lt;br /&gt;- TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pet?&lt;br /&gt;- Nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer?&lt;br /&gt;- Acer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Your life?&lt;br /&gt;- Complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood?&lt;br /&gt;- Stoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you thinking about right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car?&lt;br /&gt;- Nilch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your work?&lt;br /&gt;- Aki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Summer?&lt;br /&gt;- Beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;- Dunno-lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;- Purple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;- Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;- Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. School?&lt;br /&gt;- SDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Fact of the Day: The sand from Sentosa's beaches are imported from Hawaii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-7958267577169198239?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/7958267577169198239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=7958267577169198239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/7958267577169198239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/7958267577169198239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-thing-found-on-friendster.html' title='Random thing found on friendster'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-5314351840120893916</id><published>2007-03-01T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T05:59:56.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn cuuuuuuuute!</title><content type='html'>I just found this video on youtube accidentally. This girl is damn cute. She must be like only 3 years old. Haha. Reminds me a lot of Ria. :) I miss her. She asked my mum to call me yesterday to talk to me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WN4Ngystaoc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WN4Ngystaoc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-5314351840120893916?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/5314351840120893916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=5314351840120893916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/5314351840120893916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/5314351840120893916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/03/damn-cuuuuuuuute.html' title='Damn cuuuuuuuute!'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-108674110556268177</id><published>2007-02-22T23:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:01:54.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m so pissed at my brother. A lawyer’s letter came telling him to pay off $600 that he owes Starhub. Damn it. It’s not the first time it’s happened. Argh. All the mail that ever comes for him are all reminder letters to pay off fines, bills and stuff like this. I’m am damn damn damn damn pissed. All this while I have been paying my phone bill alone and even hid the NUS bill from my parents coz I didn’t want them to worry about paying the bill… I had to pay it on my own. What with my father getting into an accident and not working the past couple of months… Damn damn damn. What the fuck is he thinking? He keeps buying a new bike when he only has a fucking pay of $300 a month. Damn it. He has so many debts now. And he cant even work yet coz he hasn’t ORD…  and coz of the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through all this I have to sit through my parents grumbling about him when he’s not home.&lt;br /&gt; I really wished I had time for a part-time job. If not enough to give my parents, at least enough to supplement my allowance. I’m really struggling…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-108674110556268177?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/108674110556268177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=108674110556268177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/108674110556268177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/108674110556268177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-so-pissed-at-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-153892557489105559</id><published>2007-02-17T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T02:03:30.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RdbSgiborvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iH7c5kbESP4/s1600-h/17-02-07_1756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032441090073472754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RdbSgiborvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iH7c5kbESP4/s200/17-02-07_1756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RdbSLiboruI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6FX3dVsBa_I/s1600-h/17-02-07_1756.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RdbR-ybortI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AazflSLF3XU/s1600-h/14-02-07_1306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032440510252887762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RdbR-ybortI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AazflSLF3XU/s320/14-02-07_1306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;VALENTINE'S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naweera made this after i gave her the little furball (which she named Crazy Eyes). :) Sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-153892557489105559?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/153892557489105559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=153892557489105559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/153892557489105559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/153892557489105559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-naweera-made-this-after-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/RdbSgiborvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iH7c5kbESP4/s72-c/17-02-07_1756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-3604368387980948047</id><published>2007-02-12T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:44:50.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna have the Chinese interview today. Shan Ming took a look at the questions and said that some of it was typed wrongly. It doesn't matter for me. Mine's fine. Heh. I shall see later. Really tired right now. Sigh. Just wanna sleep. Went late for archi const again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday turned out to be kinda fun after the pin-up. Played badminton the Richard, Zi Chao, Yi Wei, Di Sheng and Alvin at the water cooler area. It's been a long time since I've played. I should get a racquet and start playing. At least can be a lil more active. Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-3604368387980948047?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/3604368387980948047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=3604368387980948047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/3604368387980948047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/3604368387980948047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-gonna-have-chinese-interview-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-6768341789127714067</id><published>2007-02-12T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:46:02.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just done with submission. So pooped. And I still have the Chinese interview thingy. I'm so tired and pissed. I already submitted my questions to Rohit and somehow it's not included in the "draft". Already I have to wait till 6pm to meet them... and Hien is acting like the leader of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cant make it down also. Kinda disappointed. Was really looking forward to seeing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Just fuck it all la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-6768341789127714067?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/6768341789127714067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=6768341789127714067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/6768341789127714067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/6768341789127714067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-just-done-with-submission.html' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-790672181111340482</id><published>2007-02-11T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T12:45:46.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rc-og4CiGxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ukKD3b0SzTw/s1600-h/Picture+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030424591548422930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rc-og4CiGxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ukKD3b0SzTw/s320/Picture+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh... Been up since yesterday.... I am soooo sleep deprived. I just took a cold shower in the studio toilet. It's already 7.30am and i have a couple of panels to finish by 2.30 or 3pm. *faints* This is bad. This is so very bad. I wish i had just one more day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Gotta get back to work. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna sell Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream after submission for fundraising for FOC. Den I have the stupid meeting to practise for the interview during Chinese lecture tomorrow... at 6.15pm. I'll probably sleep for an hour after the ice cream thingy, if Jaron doesn' t come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-790672181111340482?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/790672181111340482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=790672181111340482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/790672181111340482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/790672181111340482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2007/02/gosh_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/Rc-og4CiGxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ukKD3b0SzTw/s72-c/Picture+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-114671503236684729</id><published>2006-05-03T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:57:12.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your records on</title><content type='html'>I love this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a feel-good song from Corinne Bailey Rae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three little birds, sat on my window.&lt;br /&gt;And they told me I don't need to worry.&lt;br /&gt;Summer came like cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;So sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright&lt;br /&gt;The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Sipping tea in the bar by the road side, (just relax, just relax)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you let those other boys fool you,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that afro hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright&lt;br /&gt;The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just more than I could take, pity for pity's sake&lt;br /&gt;Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-114671503236684729?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/114671503236684729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=114671503236684729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/114671503236684729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/114671503236684729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2006/05/put-your-records-on.html' title='Put your records on'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-114602793258451402</id><published>2006-04-25T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:10:14.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh... Lookie</title><content type='html'>Did a multiple intelligence test at tickle.com...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Siti, you're smartest when it comes to visual/spatial intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others may take their environments for granted but not you. Because of your visual/spatial intelligence you really see the world around you. This strength often helps you better appreciate the beauty and detail in everyday things. From shapes in nature to the structure of a fine automobile, a countless variety of things hold your interest. Having this particular kind of heightened awareness can allow you to form accurate mental images of existing places and objects. In extreme cases, one might call this strength a photographic memory. Being visually/spatially intelligent also means that you likely have a vivid imagination that can be put to use in a variety of creative or professional endeavors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew that from last time... haha. Could remember my friend's friends and acquaintances when she couldn't. But getting worse now... not enough mental stimulation. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-114602793258451402?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/114602793258451402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=114602793258451402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/114602793258451402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/114602793258451402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2006/04/oooh-lookie.html' title='Oooh... Lookie'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26819725.post-114584566081683028</id><published>2006-04-23T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:27:40.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numero Uno</title><content type='html'>Hey all. I'm just a normal average Singaporean. Just pretty bored with my life. waiting to get into uni. can't wait. so far i've gotten in NTU business. NUS wants me to go to an aptitude test and interview for architecture though. Honestly, I still don't know what i wanna do. I'm also worried about the tuition fees. Really hoping that i can get the bursary so i don't have to use my dad's money. They're even already struggling now. Even with me working part-time. I don't know what's gonna happen when i start school... I'll probably have to continue working. maybe give tuition or something. A lot of people say that S'pore is a meritocratic society and everyone has an equal chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly i feel that it's not that true. Not everyone is able to benefit from this meritocratic system. On my mum's side, i have 13 aunties and uncles. Out of all their children, only one other cousin besides me is able to make it to Uni. Have people ever thought whether everyone can really afford to upgrade their skills or get a degree through private institutions if they are unable to get a place in a local university? Let's take my dad for example... He's a welder with sec 4 education. Has been working the same job for as long as i can remember. Brings home about $1000. It's not that he doesn't want to get another job. He's the sole breadwinner of the family. If he were to take time off to upgrade his skills, not only would he have to pay for the course fees, it would also affect his earnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, growing up i dint have many things that my friends had. Dint really realize it till now. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could i when i have a brother in NS still taking $12 a day from my mum who's not working. Sigh. Nothing's very fair i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Dint mean to veer away so much. It was just supposed to be a short intro entry. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26819725-114584566081683028?l=dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/feeds/114584566081683028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26819725&amp;postID=114584566081683028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/114584566081683028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26819725/posts/default/114584566081683028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dum-di-dum-di-dum.blogspot.com/2006/04/numero-uno.html' title='Numero Uno'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16313542234083865291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VzqbNBU5nX0/R8qefDHOaWI/AAAAAAAAADM/V29APsjc3qw/S220/03-10-07_2311.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
