<?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-211972874908372977</id><updated>2012-01-25T02:12:36.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Inside A Frozen Clock</title><subtitle type='html'>The needles move but time never changes..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211972874908372977.post-306774638823010512</id><published>2010-04-28T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T06:38:22.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues</title><content type='html'>My Monday blues start on Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really really dreading tomorrow... especially after a week of relaxation (well, more like 3 days) and the thought of the noise and hustle and bustle tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel drained already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend! Come fast!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to work tomorrow!!! Bleh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-306774638823010512?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/306774638823010512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=306774638823010512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/306774638823010512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/306774638823010512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-7791096482425681391</id><published>2010-04-26T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T02:40:24.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After almost a year</title><content type='html'>Goodness gracious, it's been nearly a year since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would have left this blog unupdated if it wasn't for kopiais who asked me if I had a blog. And I, rather sheepishly, fessed that I did. Only it was extremely dusty from the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor poor blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be more active. I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope that this new resolution actually lasts longer than 3 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I HAVE FAITH IN ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-7791096482425681391?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/7791096482425681391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=7791096482425681391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7791096482425681391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7791096482425681391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-almost-year.html' title='After almost a year'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-5143553110750171523</id><published>2009-06-29T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:25:39.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I am tired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want a new phone... and a camera... and a LCD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;... and a whole truck filled with books and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt; I want to read... and a ticket to Seoul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear H and P sighing as they shake their heads, thinking... "She's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incorrigible&lt;/span&gt;..."&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/211972874908372977-5143553110750171523?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/5143553110750171523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=5143553110750171523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5143553110750171523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5143553110750171523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-3514834596313961947</id><published>2009-06-27T01:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:29:36.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation of the month</title><content type='html'>We had a girls night out last night, our weekly ritual as a means of relieving stress from our daily lives and just be the sixteen year olds we are inside. And I now show proof of that statement... Deep down inside, we're still the kids we were in high school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Local eatery, discussing dragonfruit juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't like dragonfruit juice. It tastes like banana skin.&lt;br /&gt;K: It does not.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, it does. It even smells like banana skin.&lt;br /&gt;K: *sniffs* I've never smelt banana skin before.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughs* I used to when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;K: Maybe we should make the skin into fritters.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't. Banana skin tastes bad.&lt;br /&gt;K: I've never eaten banana skin before.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, then you can have the skin and make it into fritters. I'll eat the banana instead. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;L: Why are we even having this conversation at this age?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-3514834596313961947?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/3514834596313961947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=3514834596313961947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3514834596313961947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3514834596313961947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2009/06/conversation-of-month.html' title='Conversation of the month'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-1936996295958296762</id><published>2009-06-26T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:06:42.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For all of us when we're feeling down and depressed</title><content type='html'>Cassan Said Amer tells the story of a lecturer who began a seminar by holding up a twenty-dollar bill and asking,‘Who would like this twenty-dollar bill?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several hands went up, but the lecturer said,‘Before I give it to you, I have to do something.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He screwed it up into a ball and said,‘Who still wants this bill?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hands went up again.‘And what if I do this to it?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threw the crumpled bill at the wall, dropped it on the floor, insulted it, trampled on it, and once more showed them the bill – now all creased and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He repeated the question, and the hands stayed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Never forget this scene,’ he said.‘It doesn’t matter what I do to this money. It is still a twenty dollar-bill.So often in our lives, we are crumpled, trampled, ill-treated, insulted,And yet, despite all that, we are still worth the same.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Paulo Coelho’s “Like A Flowing River”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-1936996295958296762?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/1936996295958296762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=1936996295958296762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/1936996295958296762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/1936996295958296762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-all-of-us-when-were-feeling-down.html' title='For all of us when we&apos;re feeling down and depressed'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-2074546176045116509</id><published>2009-06-25T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:01:53.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy days</title><content type='html'>I think the weather is getting to me. The immense heat that radiates from the unforgiving sun, bent in its mission to ROAST all of us and the dark skies that makes it seem like it's about to rain, but it won't because it's not rain clouds that loom above us. It's the polluted, smoky air that is the result of the doings by senseless, selfish humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's affecting me, I know. H says that I've been irritated the whole week, when my usual disposition is one of smiles and cheers. And I know that there has been a mood change for me this week. I can't be bothered to smile much, and am mostly quiet and broody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I think that there are other factors as well. A.K. A the gits that surround me. The evil ones that I spoke of earlier. EEwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly speaking, this week has brought one piece of bad news after another. It's been a long tiring week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the weekend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2074546176045116509?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2074546176045116509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2074546176045116509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2074546176045116509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2074546176045116509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2009/06/gloomy-days.html' title='Gloomy days'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-3720727297506771958</id><published>2009-06-24T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:45:09.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>... I knew how to get rid of the evil people around me. Not necessarily murderous, demented people, but basically people who are rude, unable to comprehend that we need to work together in a HARMONIOUS environment, and basically, people who are so darned selfish that in their little bubble all they see is 'Me! Me! Me!!!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, they irritate me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the most perfect person in the world, but I do know what give and take is. I know compromise. And I know how to read a situation. If someone is annoyed, I DON'T go bug them. Is it so difficult to just mind your own business sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had an amulet that would ward off these people. The crystals that L and I bought don't seem to be working very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I think they have a counter effect. Rather than keeping these weirdo's at bay, I think it's actually attracting them to me like a magnet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap things NEVER work. It's about time I learnt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cheapo in me always turns a deaf ear and a blind eye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like I am fighting a losing battle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-3720727297506771958?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/3720727297506771958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=3720727297506771958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3720727297506771958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3720727297506771958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-327602211316182153</id><published>2009-06-19T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T06:09:11.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My knee hurts</title><content type='html'>I think I knocked my knee into something, although for the life of me I simply CANNOT recall knocking it at all (and NO, I am NOT old yet!) and now I can't bend my knee properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am walking around like Robocop, much to the amusement of everyone around me. I think that when I finally meet up with K and L, they are going to have a laughing fit, the useless twits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my sis has finally started blogging! And she's been bugging me to keep reading her blog... goodness... I don't even remember my OWN blog and she expects me to remember hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long you'll last... before you get bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't deny it, I know you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty mundane day at work, apart from the hanging up on that irritating roach of a person when he was still talking to me! That was fun! I finished what I had to say and although I heard him starting on a new topic, I just hung up on him! I hope he knows now what a pest he is and will stop bugging us and actually start checking his e mails and do his own work for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Git.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of gits. And I must have the worst luck ever for always running into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-327602211316182153?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/327602211316182153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=327602211316182153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/327602211316182153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/327602211316182153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-knee-hurts.html' title='My knee hurts'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-6845939150629488574</id><published>2009-06-11T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:35:09.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring day at work</title><content type='html'>Gosh, it's such a boring day at work... And despite having tonnes to do, I don't have the mood or the patience to deal with the workpile at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep beckons me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does online shopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And traveling as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why my sis is nagging at me, with all these plans in my head, how am I ever going to save enough to actually do what I want to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to save for my trip to Singapore at the end of the year! Where the boys are performing! And I have friends to go see them with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*anticipates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's still a boring day at work... Boo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-6845939150629488574?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/6845939150629488574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=6845939150629488574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6845939150629488574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6845939150629488574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2009/06/boring-day-at-work.html' title='Boring day at work'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-6885262069325030497</id><published>2009-04-02T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:19:10.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again</title><content type='html'>I just remembered that J tagged me and since it's a boring day at work, I'll do this after all. Muahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last movie you saw in a cinema? The Watchmen. Word of advice, NEVER watch it. K, L and I were like 'What was the movie about? Totally didn't get it at all'. I'm usually a huge fan of comic based movies, but this was definitely NOT what I was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What book are you reading? Haven't been reading much books lately, been reading Immigration notes... and Uni entry requirements... not fun at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favourite board game? Monopoly!!!!!!!!!!! I just love winning and trying to steal property from the others. Especially the games we had in my place at Uni, hahahaa!! Except for the moody H who always took it so seriously and kinda ruined the mood for everyone. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favourite magazine? Erm... I don't read mags unless I am at the doctor's or waiting for someone. Cleo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favourite smells? The buttery smell of baking. And the smell of rice cooking. And a nice hot cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favourite sounds? Mandu's laughter. My favourite songs coming on like magic when I feel like hearing them. The voices of all the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Worst feeling in the world? Feeling like you've let the whole world down, especially yourself. The guilt just consumes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. First thing you think of when you wake? 'What time is it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favourite fast food place? McDs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Future child’s name? Hmmm... I honestly don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Finish this statement - “If I had a lot of money…….” I would travel the world, provide for my family and just buy whatever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you drive fast? Yes. It's something I try not to do, but I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? I sleep with a stuffed bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Storms - cool or scary? Cool, but hateful coz I can't go online. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was your first car? I haven't bought my own car yet. I've always driven family cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favourite drink? Iced teas and sojus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Finish this statement - “If I had the time, I would………” Sleep in...... watch lots of movies....... visit my favourite places and just leisurely stroll at my own pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you eat the stems on broccoli? Yea. Is that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you could dye your hair any colour what would it be? Reddish brown with purple streaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Name all the different cities in which you have lived. Home, Welly and can I say dreamland?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favourite sport to watch? I don't like sports. They bore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you. Generous, and alwyas tries to overlook the imperfections of people around her. No matter how glaring they are. Something I can't understand... or am I just impatient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What’s under your bed? Dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Would you like to be born as yourself again? Yeah. I mean, I already know what it's like to be me. So I know what to expect and can change things for the better. Why would I want to learn about being someone else all over again? I mean, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Morning person or night owl? Night owl. Things are always better at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Over easy or sunny side up? Are we talking about eggs here? Coz I like mine well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favourite place to relax? My room in Welly. When I could shut the world out and belong entirely to ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favourite ice-cream flavour? Green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Nobody. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-6885262069325030497?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/6885262069325030497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=6885262069325030497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6885262069325030497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6885262069325030497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-8931948593422226578</id><published>2009-03-23T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:16:43.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I last posted, I don't really know why... but yeah... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's been one year since I last recorded not knowing what Mandu looks like. He's almost a year old now, active, cheruby, vibrant and just so.. him. The precious him. We all love him to bits (and he knows that!) and somehow I kinda understand. When you have had a terrible day and feel like killing the whole world, you take one look at him and you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he can be rather bratty at times and you have to smack his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's still precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am starting to sound like Gholum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8931948593422226578?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8931948593422226578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8931948593422226578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8931948593422226578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8931948593422226578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-3641745822728686209</id><published>2008-12-27T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:32:48.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the year already?</title><content type='html'>Gosh, it's almost the end of the year!!! Time flies, and I am one step away from turning really really old. Well, not as fast as R and L, they are gonna grow older first!!! Muahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good year I think. I had my ups and downs, but overall, I gained a lot from this year. I became what I never thought I would be, and can understand what it feels like to be one of the few. I know I am not making any sense, but I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year... Mandu is probably going to start walking and probably chattering soon. I wonder what the new year will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that it will be as fruitful as this year. And maybe better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll only know that one year from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks 2008. I loved having you in my life. You brought me much happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And welcome 2009!!! *beams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-3641745822728686209?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/3641745822728686209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=3641745822728686209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3641745822728686209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3641745822728686209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-year-already.html' title='The end of the year already?'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-7190533703272724192</id><published>2008-12-09T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:30:12.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really December?</title><content type='html'>Gosh... I never thought that time would have just flown past me like that and that it is now DECEMBER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scary*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last time I posted was close to 3 months or more... and a lot has happened since then. I am more settled now, new opportunities sprung up a while back and I can say that I think I am happier now.  I have had an eventful year, and quite a lot of things that I had once hoped and wished for has happened this year for me. Which is good. And I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Mandu is so active now, such a bundle of joy. He leaps and beams at us all when he's happy and laughs out loud whenever he feels like it. It's a feeling that I can't describe, but one thing for sure is, I don't know how life was without him. He's going to be able to walk soon, and I predict many more headaches....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... ^^ Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is around the corner!! *Jingle Bells Jingle Bells!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents people!!! I am expecting really nice ones this year!!! *BEAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-7190533703272724192?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/7190533703272724192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=7190533703272724192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7190533703272724192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7190533703272724192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-really-december.html' title='Is it really December?'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-5314831362046670173</id><published>2008-10-16T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:13:00.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life today</title><content type='html'>Ahh, life today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds poetic, my title, but really it's anything but. I feel lethargic, don't want to do anything at all. I think I'm ill. Being constantly lethargic has got to be a medical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandu's grown really big now. So different from when I first saw him, that day in March. Really active too, and can sometimes be too much for me to handle. But all kids are like that right? That's what I say all the time. S'what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty stagnant lately. Nothing exciting happening!! Where's all the excitement due in our lives???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save us from eternal boredom!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-5314831362046670173?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/5314831362046670173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=5314831362046670173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5314831362046670173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5314831362046670173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-life-today.html' title='My life today'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-6012289951741614811</id><published>2008-10-15T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T05:11:34.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After ages</title><content type='html'>I am finally posting. L messaged me (the scrooge was willing to spend money to send me a text!) asking me to update. And although I refused to at the time, I think I will. She seems really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L!! This is for your benefit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-6012289951741614811?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/6012289951741614811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=6012289951741614811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6012289951741614811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6012289951741614811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-ages.html' title='After ages'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-3639811296049873296</id><published>2008-09-16T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T04:59:48.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airports</title><content type='html'>I sent my mom to the airport today. I saw her watching me as I prepared to drive off, and at that moment it felt like she was sending me off instead. She's only going to my aunt's for a while, but I miss her already. The house is strangely quiet without her, and yea, although it's nice not having someone to nag at you, it's nice having someone to nag at you as well. Am I making any sense? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I honestly don't like airports. More specifically, I don't like sending people off. I don't mind leaving, but I hate being left behind. K thinks that it's just me not liking the feeling. It could be so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Unnie hates luggage bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate airports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-3639811296049873296?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/3639811296049873296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=3639811296049873296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3639811296049873296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3639811296049873296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/09/airports.html' title='Airports'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-4385463870830306590</id><published>2008-09-08T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:49:29.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>I am posting something after such a long time. I've been having a blogging drought for the past month! Well, mostly coz I've been occupied with other things, but when is that ever an excuse right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closing of the Olympics was somewhat of a letdown to me, I didn't enjoy it as much as I enjoyed the opening. Gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And R came back for the weekend, but I was sick!! And L had to go on a trip. Sigh, poor R. I was really looking forward to spending loads of time with her, but my dratted cold. It's all my dad's fault!! All his fault!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandu is watching me as I type this, he's grown to be so cute!! Really active now, and whenever you reprimand him, he looks at you and gives you his winning smile which instantly melts your heart. I tell you, he'll never get scolded at this rate! I can't bear to scold him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, he's going to be a brat...&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/211972874908372977-4385463870830306590?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/4385463870830306590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=4385463870830306590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4385463870830306590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4385463870830306590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-4191835209381102706</id><published>2008-09-07T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T05:06:05.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday mummy!!</title><content type='html'>It's my mother's birthday today!!! We had a great dinner together, Mandu came along as well! Although he was more interested in grabbing things from the table... but my mother was so happy! She would rather play with him than eat her dinner. We all know what her best gift is this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appa couldn't make it, he had to go on a trip, but he contributed too! Dinner was on him!! Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday mummy dearest, I hope you had the best time tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;사랑해요, 엄마...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-4191835209381102706?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/4191835209381102706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=4191835209381102706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4191835209381102706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4191835209381102706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-mummy.html' title='Happy birthday mummy!!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-4081461007034882649</id><published>2008-08-15T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T04:46:38.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop problems</title><content type='html'>Sigh... I just got my laptop back a few days ago. Had to reformat the whole thing so &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; was deleted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add salt to the wound, everything on my laptop is so outdated, even MSN! And the shortcut buttons don't work no more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, hopefully my bro in law will be able to fix it for me. Otherwise, I'll have to wait till the laptop Santa comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days to suit my gloominess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.... It's like I have laptop problems at least once a year. Remember last year? Let's just hope that it's only &lt;strong&gt;ONCE&lt;/strong&gt; a year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;strong&gt;ONCE&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-4081461007034882649?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/4081461007034882649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=4081461007034882649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4081461007034882649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4081461007034882649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/08/laptop-problems.html' title='Laptop problems'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-2764100327283813988</id><published>2008-08-09T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:52:54.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing Olympics opening and Pizza</title><content type='html'>K and I had an impromptu pizza night just so that we could stay in to watch the opening of the Olympics. I think everyone did that, the city was so quiet when I went to the Hut to get takeaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening was spectacular!!! It was amazing, with all the firework displays and the creative fusion of culture into their performances. I wanna be one of those flying fairies too!! And I want to see those giant footsteps for real!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don' t know why we didn't ask L, I think we're used to her being too tired to come out on a Friday night. Almost all our Friday night excursions are without her. But I miss R though. She was the one that used to get us together to go out on Friday. Did you watch the opening R? It was great wasn't it? Don't worry, K and I whacked the pizzas on your behalf as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijing 2008, AJJA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2764100327283813988?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2764100327283813988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2764100327283813988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2764100327283813988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2764100327283813988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-olympics-opening-and-pizza.html' title='Beijing Olympics opening and Pizza'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211972874908372977.post-5114188618409775761</id><published>2008-08-02T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:15:11.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's August, it's August!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still to lazy to do real updates... Which shouldn't come as a surprise. I'm lazy most of the time anyways, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been rather busy of late. And I suddenly feel like there are not enough hours in a day!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ahhh!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being hounded left and right by people whom K and L know of... All thanks to my sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I think I ate something wrong today. Churning tummy syndrome. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my worst nightmare is back. I'm doing math! K is coming over to teach me tomorrow... Gosh... I can't believe that I so happily left math in school like 7 years ago only to be haunted by it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like Nightmare on Elm Street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;scarier&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-5114188618409775761?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/5114188618409775761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=5114188618409775761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5114188618409775761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5114188618409775761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/08/august.html' title='August!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211972874908372977.post-8704275063963993931</id><published>2008-07-26T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:23:05.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, actually I've been back for a few days now, but been too lazy to post about my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm still too lazy to post about my holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;met up&lt;/span&gt; with so many people I've missed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and a few that I still miss coz I haven't seen you guys yet!!)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ate&lt;/span&gt; loads, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shopped&lt;/span&gt; loads, took loads of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird photos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which is really typical of me, in fact it's expected of me)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spent&lt;/span&gt; loads!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially rather broke. Time to start saving again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write a more detailed post about my holiday soon, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great being home and sleeping in my own bed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8704275063963993931?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8704275063963993931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8704275063963993931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8704275063963993931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8704275063963993931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-5187914787809762571</id><published>2008-07-17T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:54:19.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Leaving for Singapore tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current feelings: Mixed. Lots of things going on in my mind now, and somehow this trip kinda feels strange. I'm not feeling the way I thought that I would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more when I get back, hopefully things will all be sorted out and happy by then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore and Penang, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-5187914787809762571?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/5187914787809762571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=5187914787809762571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5187914787809762571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5187914787809762571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/07/holidays_17.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-7804925871006210448</id><published>2008-07-16T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:35:53.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I have been so occupied with so many other things lately!! So much so that I am not updating as often as I used to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooo!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I need some extra time. Or maybe I need to stop my other activities. It seems to be draining all my energy, I don't have all the time to do all my other things anymore and somehow it's starting to become a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as of now, it's still my current obsession...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy day tomorrow, K and I are gonna go do some errands together. Then have lunch. Then I have to come back and take over house duties for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm leaving for Singapore on Saturday!!! Excited? I think so. But right now, I'm a little too exhausted for anything else. It's like my brain is on leave or something. I'm starting to become a little spacey as well. This is definitely bad news. I think I really need a holiday. A week without my laptop should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have the strangest feeling that I will still be online. In some dingy PC cafe or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to this generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we cease to function as a normal person without the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the ruth, the whole ruth and nothing but the ruth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-7804925871006210448?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/7804925871006210448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=7804925871006210448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7804925871006210448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7804925871006210448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-456701606186505758</id><published>2008-07-11T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:20:08.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!!</title><content type='html'>I am finally going on holiday again!! Going to Singapore and Penang!! Next week!! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally going to meet all the Uni girls!!! Miss them all so much!! We're finally going to meet after years!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I am looking forward to going on holiday. It's been a year since my last holiday (and we all know what a disaster that was!!) so I am really looking forward to having a good time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore and Penang!! Here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-456701606186505758?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/456701606186505758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=456701606186505758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/456701606186505758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/456701606186505758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/07/holidays.html' title='Holidays!!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-6432002873398102243</id><published>2008-07-09T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:13:55.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight ramyun with K</title><content type='html'>K came over tonight coz her internet was down. She spent hours on the net doing serious stuff and I spent hours by her side watching T.V and distracting her, hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mean! Mean mean mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up till real late and then we got hungry... So we decided to cook ramyun!! Hot boiling ramyun with yummy kimchi!!! And we were watching old episodes of idol world with SS501, haha!!&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time with K, laughing and eating away. It felt like we were really young again, watching idol shows and eating ramyun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have more midnight ramyun sessions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-6432002873398102243?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/6432002873398102243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=6432002873398102243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6432002873398102243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6432002873398102243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/07/midnight-ramyun-with-k.html' title='Midnight ramyun with K'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-641273227962237273</id><published>2008-07-07T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:21:58.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday, my birthday</title><content type='html'>I aged another year today. And I feel... old. And having friends telling you that you're getting older does not help one bit at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got nice presents today! A book I wanted, a cd from one of my favourite groups, and money! Great presents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And loving messages and wishes from all my friends!! Yes, even the ones that keep on reminding me how old I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRRRR!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three other birthday celebrants at the restaurant that I was having dinner at!! Stealing my thunder!!! Hah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cut my toe just now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that all these little incidents are an indication of good things to come this year! I believe! I believe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy birthday to me!! Happy birthday to me!! Happy birthday to me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-641273227962237273?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/641273227962237273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=641273227962237273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/641273227962237273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/641273227962237273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-birthday-my-birthday.html' title='My birthday, my birthday'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-4943222541774021514</id><published>2008-07-04T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:34:43.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, I spent the whole night with the girls and guy watching movies and having coffee!! And I came home at like 2 a.m. Something which didn't really please my parents but... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hancock was a great movie! Fantastic! I haven't laughed at a movie in such a long time, and we were the loudest in the cinema I think.. Even guy was nudging us and saying, "Hey, you girls are laughing the loudest here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we spent a few hours having coffee and chatting. It was good, nice and relaxing. Time just flew and before we knew it it was like nearly 2! I miss just relaxing like that. It was nice. Really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've got a full weekend planned out in front of me!! Gonna go have fun now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: It's already Saturday.... Yikes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-4943222541774021514?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/4943222541774021514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=4943222541774021514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4943222541774021514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4943222541774021514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend!!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-8723224327534881495</id><published>2008-07-03T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:54:24.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July, July, July</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's July!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, I'm met with mixed feelings. Things are starting to move forward (finally!) for L and I. Plus there have been a lot of positive things happening to me at the moment, although there are some things that I would still want changed, but I am happy with the progress that I have made so far! Things will come in time, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; then, there's the whole issue about me aging another year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is good, but bad. An oxymoron I know. But it's true. It's good but bad. Or on a more positive note, bad but good. Whichever way you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let that bug me for very much longer. Look on the bright side, at least I have Beauty Credit's Coenzyme Q10 products!! Things could be very much worse you know. You've always gotta be positive and happy with what you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm finally going on holiday again! It's been so long since I've seen everyone from Uni, I miss them loads. Plus I need the break. I can feel the strain starting to threaten to explode. I really do need a break. And this holiday is just what the doctor prescribed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a happy puppy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8723224327534881495?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8723224327534881495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8723224327534881495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8723224327534881495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8723224327534881495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-july-july.html' title='July, July, July'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-5591077020126684053</id><published>2008-06-29T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T06:53:48.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood snacks</title><content type='html'>I went to the market with my mom today and found a whole lot of snacks that I used to eat as a child. One of my favourite things that's really hard to find nowadays is preserved green mangoes. It's really sour and you dip it into chilli salt... heaven! I really don't know how to describe the sensation you get when you bite into it, but it feels like your sleeping tastebuds have been shocked awake! Really yummy and it makes your whole mouth tingle, and your teeth feels like they're gonna drop off coz it's so sour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I bought two packets of the mangoes and completely whacked a whole pack alone. I've got another one in the fridge for tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought this flat biscuit thing which is deep fried and has anchovies and peanuts as toppings. I seriously don't remember the name of this snack, but it's really crispy (and oily!) and the saltiness of the anchovies is just the best. If you haven't realised, I love salty food. Bad for my health, I know but I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll be able to find more childhood snacks here and there... Things that you remember always taste the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-5591077020126684053?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/5591077020126684053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=5591077020126684053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5591077020126684053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5591077020126684053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/06/childhood-snacks.html' title='Childhood snacks'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-8185301383444115162</id><published>2008-06-28T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:33:43.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>It's been a year since I went to the Bali? Has time really flied by so fast???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be true. I mean Mandu is a whole 3 months old already. Gosh... talk about fast. Just last year at this time I was walking around Bali, looking for cheap bargains and getting ripped off left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna pass my first milestone soon. I just reached it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I am starting to feel old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premature midlife crisis alert!!! Someone cheer me up quick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I have a movie date planned with the gang next week. There are things to look forward!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8185301383444115162?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8185301383444115162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8185301383444115162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8185301383444115162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8185301383444115162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/06/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-4166713486467984395</id><published>2008-06-26T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T01:07:34.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless b**ody b**t**d</title><content type='html'>You know what really pisses me off? When someone takes my work and passes it off as their own. Remember how I said that I have a new hobby? Well it's doing translation work for one of my favourite shows. I translate an episode and then do an episode synopsis and post it up on a different blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. I watched a subbed episode of the show online and noticed that some of the subtitles for the dialogues were really familiar. Too familiar. I opened my blog page and compared it to the parts where I did write out dialogues. And found out that they were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/span&gt; the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word for word. No difference at all. No paraphrasing, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the good for nothing scumbag credited the whole thing to himself. I'm not crying over the fact that I don't have his five minutes of fame, but come on. Hasn't he ever heard of manners? It's only polite to let the other person know that you're taking some of their hard work and using it as your own. You don't even have to credit me in the video, just bloody let me know! Is it that hard to post a comment telling me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. This crappy lowlife just thinks that he can take anything he wants just coz it's out in the open on the internet. Well, good for you. If you can do this online, then you're definitely capable of doing this in real life. And trust me blockhead, you won't go very far in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measures shall be taken. And I will not rest till the whole world knows what a phony you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despicable  excuse of a living being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-4166713486467984395?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/4166713486467984395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=4166713486467984395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4166713486467984395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4166713486467984395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/06/useless-body-btd.html' title='Useless b**ody b**t**d'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-2567829719300316856</id><published>2008-06-25T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T05:20:10.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new hobby</title><content type='html'>I have been pretty caught up with my new hobby these past few days hence the lack of posts on my blog, muahahahaha!!!! I'd tell you all more about it but I just don't feel like it! Muahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I may just go and get my tooth pulled out. Heard that my dentist is gonna move away at the end of the month so I'd better go get it done. Don't want to leave the fate of my gums and tooth in the hands of another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus L and I have decided on our project! Yes, it's finally starting! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know something... I've been rather mean lately. Been having really selfish and mean thoughts. This isn't like me. I know I'm better than that. But those thoughts keep sneaking into my mind and I keep pushing them out. Thank god I'm still able to push them out. If there ever was a day that I allowed them to stay inside my head, then please hit me on my head with a bottle. Let the physical pain wake me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to just let things take their own course. What happens, happens. Que sera sera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2567829719300316856?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2567829719300316856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2567829719300316856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2567829719300316856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2567829719300316856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-hobby.html' title='A new hobby'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-1424491929262245411</id><published>2008-06-20T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:22:38.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!!</title><content type='html'>It's Friday, it's Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the whole weekend planned out in front of me! Gonna spend lots of quality time with me, myself and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forsee lots of experimenting in the kitchen and maybe a movie marathon? Muahahaha, I am just going to do whatever I feel like doing! Be spontaneous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus! I am going to postpone my nightmare! I refuse to pull my wisdom teeth next week. I refuse to! I insist on at least another 2 more months of joy before having to face pain again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-1424491929262245411?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/1424491929262245411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=1424491929262245411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/1424491929262245411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/1424491929262245411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/06/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-6377909003745476532</id><published>2008-06-17T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:11:53.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror of horrors</title><content type='html'>I went to the bakery after work today, firstly to buy bread and secondly to buy any yummyliciously fattening snack that I could have while I was watching T.V &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yes I am a bum... one with an expanding bum at that...). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I walked in, picked my tray up and peered into the little display cases searching for the treats I desired when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The familiar hair-raising tune...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT I SO DETEST....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird electronica tune of the instrument which I now forget its name. The one that has that piano keyboard thingy attached to a box-like lanterny thing... you know what I'm talking about? You kinda pull the lanterny thing and play the keyboard to produce music. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That instrument!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah, but I digress... Back to my horror story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard that voice. That whiny irritating voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or actually voices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Baby, one more time..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AARGHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was that annoying song by Jewelery!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze in my tracks and glared at the speakers for causing such pain to my ears. Needless to say I grabbed the bread and just picked up a chicken pie and a pizza loaf &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yes, I still had time to choose fattening treats. What can I say... I'm dedicated to my mission...) &lt;/span&gt;before running to the cashier, dumping the exact amount on the table and fleeing the horror scene before they started playing yet another atrocious song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course would be "So Hot" by the Wonder Girls. God, someone needs to come up with better songs. And I can't believe that Min Woo actually wrote "Baby One More Time". What was he thinking???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-6377909003745476532?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/6377909003745476532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=6377909003745476532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6377909003745476532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6377909003745476532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/06/horror-of-horrors.html' title='Horror of horrors'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-2368472615488568751</id><published>2008-06-13T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T05:25:46.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like ages...</title><content type='html'>... since my last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's been a mere 3 days or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! It's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday the 13th!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yikes! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen any black cats so it should be fine right? Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished one job today, completed the whole thing and just waved it goodbye. It feels good not having to think and worry about it anymore. Let's just hope that all goes well! Muahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went looking at household appliances today! I want a new LCD tv and a microwave! I saw one of those microwave+toaster combination gadgets in the store and nearly died when I saw the price. For the amount that I would be paying for that combi gadget thingy, I would have been able to buy like 4 microwaves and 4 toasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they actually sell any of those gadgets... I've seen it being used in a guy's house in Korea. But remember, he's a guy. They generally go for the easy way out rather than use their logic. In fact when we reason &lt;em&gt;"Why would I buy a combi gadget thingy?? I would be able to buy 4 microwaves and 4 toasters for that amount! It's just not worth the money!" &lt;/em&gt;they look at us funny and say that we're scrooges. When we all know that they're just being Pinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am looking forward to a nice long weekend of lazing around, baking, having breakfast with my Mom and sushi with L and friend! Hope everyone has a great weekend too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2368472615488568751?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2368472615488568751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2368472615488568751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2368472615488568751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2368472615488568751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/06/feels-like-ages.html' title='Feels like ages...'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-7468152286568490916</id><published>2008-06-10T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T07:04:11.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much on my plate...</title><content type='html'>... and no, I am not talking about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For once....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been accepting too many jobs lately. I come home feeling cranky and when I look at the pile of work that I have &lt;strong&gt;YET&lt;/strong&gt; to do, I just feel like tearing my hair out and screaming out loud while running around like a headless chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's really all my fault. I have been dabbling in a few things that have interested me in quite a while. L and I are also trying out something new. Although I think that I am &lt;em&gt;waaaaaay&lt;/em&gt; behind on schedule....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since L hasn't started hounding me with an axe, I think that she's behind schedule as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L, do you think we'll actually be able to finish things by the time we said we will??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus we have to meet up with a friend on Sat. Altho L hasn't fully agreed yet, I'm dragging her to the meeting no matter what! I don't want to meet old friends alone. Being together all alone is awkward at times. There must always be someone else present to think up of more topics to talk about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Time I finish a few of those things screaming out at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGH.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-7468152286568490916?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/7468152286568490916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=7468152286568490916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7468152286568490916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7468152286568490916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-much-on-my-plate.html' title='Too much on my plate...'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-5711303824188343953</id><published>2008-06-06T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:11:13.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my own kitchen</title><content type='html'>I've been hit by the domestic bug again and now I can't stop cooking. This is bad. Very very bad. Especially when I am supposed to be on a diet, but all my cooking is making me put on weight coz &lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/strong&gt; has to eat it all right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad I tell you, bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a piece of good news! R found a really good job!! Congrats R!!! So I shall be expecting a super duper big b-day present right?? I'll give you my address so you can mail it to me! No probs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one greedy girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiiii...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH WELL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-5711303824188343953?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/5711303824188343953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=5711303824188343953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5711303824188343953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5711303824188343953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-my-own-kitchen.html' title='I want my own kitchen'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-5274952479466577986</id><published>2008-06-05T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:05:17.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sis!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday dear sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muahahaha, you've aged another year today! But you still look the way you did at 21!! Well, maybe not &lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/strong&gt; but still similar enough!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muahahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you had a great day, and received lots of love and presents from everyone. Mine is... well... I guess this is it from me... A blog entry... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH WELL....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll buy you more presents when I strike it rich! I promise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for now, just make do with this yea?? Love you loads, and wish you the best of everything in life!! And I hope you get more and more promotions so that you'll be able to buy me more gifts!! Remember our 1,000,000 dream?? It's on its way! I can sense it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-5274952479466577986?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/5274952479466577986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=5274952479466577986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5274952479466577986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5274952479466577986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-sis.html' title='Happy Birthday Sis!!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-3137414616133667105</id><published>2008-06-01T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T08:05:58.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's June!</title><content type='html'>Gosh, it feels like it's been ages since my last post. I've been rather busy, new stuff at work, plans on the way, family visiting, playing and entertaining myself with Mandu, trying to work out more &lt;em&gt;(my knees are sore!!)&lt;/em&gt; and generally just trying to do a whole lot of things in a short space of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sleepy and tired, but my brain's wide awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I have my slave of a cousin around to make me coffees and snacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*GASP!!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-3137414616133667105?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/3137414616133667105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=3137414616133667105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3137414616133667105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3137414616133667105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-june.html' title='It&apos;s June!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-9173149100297760576</id><published>2008-05-27T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:39:29.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The evil me has emerged</title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;strong&gt;BLACK, BLACK, BLACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, the evil in me has emerged. It's like I have this whole other being hidden deep down inside me, a being whose moods are usually dark and stormy and enjoys thinking up ways to make things miserable for others just for the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who drives really slow on the roads to annoy the hell out of the person behind her and when she sees the person getting annoyed and trying to overtake her, she speeds up and looks at the rearview mirror, smirking her evil smirk as the other person looks super pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who thinks in her head &lt;em&gt;"What an idiot you are"&lt;/em&gt; when someone is trying to be jovial and nice before just giving that person a frosty look and walks off when the person is in mid-sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who just doesn't care about what other people think or want or need, just coz she doesn't feel like doing anything nice. In fact, she thinks &lt;em&gt;"Why should I be nice? Being nice is seriously overrated". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does that someone sound familiar to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have someone like that inside you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because someone like that exists inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives inside me, but rarely makes her appearance. Coz I somehow manage to bury her deep inside the depths of me. But I know she's there. And sometimes, when I'm tired of keeping her in, she comes out. And creates havoc everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? I enjoy having her around when she has her little bits of freedom. Because honestly, being nice is tiring. Being nice is a pain. And being nice never gets you anywhere. All it brings you is a whole lot more problems and you're stuck in the middle having to sort through the emotional laundry and whatnot belonging to other people. And nobody sees that you have a whole pile of dirty laundry behind you yourself. Because you're expected to clean their loads first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're nice, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAH...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the evil me has come out. And I think she's going to want to have more fun while she's out before the &lt;strong&gt;NICE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(GAG)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me pushes her back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think this time, I am going to let her have a longer holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go wild.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-9173149100297760576?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/9173149100297760576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=9173149100297760576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/9173149100297760576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/9173149100297760576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/05/evil-me-has-emerged.html' title='The evil me has emerged'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-5514574688441502932</id><published>2008-05-26T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:29:24.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One week</title><content type='html'>That's how long it takes for me to finally look more like me instead of a half chipmunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how long it takes for me to be able to chew larger chunks of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how long it takes for my cheek and jaw to not ache that much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how long it takes for me to be able to sleep properly without jerking awake from the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how long it takes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to survive this ordeal another time next month???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-5514574688441502932?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/5514574688441502932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=5514574688441502932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5514574688441502932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5514574688441502932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-week.html' title='One week'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-8628339327037848786</id><published>2008-05-24T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:40:29.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday K!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday dearest K!!!!!!!!! You finally turn another year older, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ajumma&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided to come out of my hiding spot (my face is still rather swollen, although the swelling has reduced quite considerably) and have dinner with the birthday girl and L tonight! We had a really satisfying and happy dinner at one of our fave spots, right opposite where R used to stay. Sigh... miss R loads, dinner would have been so much more fun with her around. And J too... The complete crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh well!! The three musketeers(? I think...) are still together and creating havoc wherever we go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L and I went to get K's present first before dinner and K was held up elsewhere, so we had dinner &lt;strong&gt;REALLY, REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; late. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, pretty normal for us really! We were deciding where to go to pass her her present and we just decided to come to my place. Saves a lot of time and it doesn't smell of ciggies unlike our usual default choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had a session of girl talk before we finally gave her her present. Imagine K's face when she was presented with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TADA&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.99 cents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yoghurt&lt;/span&gt; which was gonna expire tomorrow and a lemon candy stick which was supposed to be a candle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRICELESS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our Kodak moment, our MasterCard moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made her finish the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yoghurt&lt;/span&gt; there and then, and she did. Reluctantly. Glaring at us all the while and saying, I quote, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My two hopeless friends..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prolonged her torture a little longer before finally giving her her real gift. A textbook and a journal that she had been eyeing for the longest of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say she perked up immediately and was beaming her head off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dear, adorable, sweet K! So lovable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We taped her every moment, so you girls should be able to watch it firsthand soon. L has it, she should be uploading it somewhere, gotta ask her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Happy Birthday K! I hope you had a great and most importantly, a super memorable one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Saranghae&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8628339327037848786?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8628339327037848786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8628339327037848786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8628339327037848786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8628339327037848786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-k.html' title='Happy Birthday K!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-2278366665584433587</id><published>2008-05-22T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:31:13.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipmunk</title><content type='html'>I look like half a chipmunk. I can barely eat properly and anything that requires chewing takes forever. I take like a whole minute to eat a grape, for crying out loud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to extract the left wisdom tooth next month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, give me strength. I don't think I can endure another session of numbing, feeling the pressure and knowing that they are trying to uproot your tooth, seeing lots of bloody gauze, hearing the tooth breaking and then the pain that comes with the whole package once the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anaesthesia&lt;/span&gt; has worn off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run away now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2278366665584433587?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2278366665584433587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2278366665584433587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2278366665584433587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2278366665584433587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/05/chipmunk.html' title='Chipmunk'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-2797078185905706159</id><published>2008-05-19T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:55:23.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown...</title><content type='html'>... to pain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appointment with the dentist is tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will be subjected to much pain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock... Tick tock.... Tick tock....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;em&gt;Time is ticking, ti time is ticking, ticking...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Epik High's "One" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is apt in my situation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I could freeze time for now!!!!! I don't want to go through pain!!! Pain!!! Pain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2797078185905706159?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2797078185905706159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2797078185905706159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2797078185905706159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2797078185905706159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/05/countdown.html' title='Countdown...'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-6524913635333997685</id><published>2008-05-17T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:18:34.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend's here</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday!! I've had a busy week, and I am dreading next week... Gonna get my wisdom teeth pulled out on Tuesday.. I sense pain... A lot of pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in view of the fact that I won't be able to eat much next week, I've been really making up for it this week. I've been cooking all the things that I love eating as well as buying whatever I fancy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimchi chigae&lt;/em&gt; for dinner with the yummiest &lt;em&gt;ban chans&lt;/em&gt; ever, &lt;em&gt;koom namul&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;japchae&lt;/em&gt;!! Then K and I went out for a while for dessert and snacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to sigh.... R has been gone a week. She's good and healthy... Well maybe not so healthy. She has chicken pox! Hahahahaha!! I was laughing my head off when I heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahaha!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm mean... Don't worry R, you can start laughing at me on Tues. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be bawling at home from all the pain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is if I'm conscious. I might pass out from the unbearable pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-6524913635333997685?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/6524913635333997685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=6524913635333997685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6524913635333997685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6524913635333997685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekends-here.html' title='Weekend&apos;s here'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-8299727761966706147</id><published>2008-05-12T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:39:49.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does everyone...</title><content type='html'>... really experience the same things as you? If that's really the case, then life is kinda sad. You get this strange feeling that you're pretty much everyone else on the street. Nothing special, just that you look different, come from a different background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that almost everyone I know who's about the same age as me is going through the exact same things that I'm going through. Maybe slightly different here and there, but when you really think about it, it's basically the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I was chatting online with a friend whom I haven't seen in years and we were just discussing the latest updates in our lives and found out that we've been leading similar lives. We even went to Bali together around the same time, just that she was there a couple of days earlier than me and I left a couple of days later. And we both didn't know that we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How strange is that? Coincidence? Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the fates of those born in the same year (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ddong gab&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what's up with me now, I've been feeling rather blue of late. And I have no explanation as to why I am feeling this way. And I can relate to how Tae Joo felt in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que Sera Sera &lt;/span&gt;when he said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I feel suffocated. It's like someone is tightening their hands around my neck."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being dramatic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But almost everyone I know feels the same way. Like we're all trapped in our own webs and there's no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop being so moody. It's bad for my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone cheer me up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8299727761966706147?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8299727761966706147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8299727761966706147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8299727761966706147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8299727761966706147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/05/does-everyone.html' title='Does everyone...'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-1538466115013701653</id><published>2008-05-11T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:40:06.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy!!!!!!!!!!  엄마!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy mommy's day!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't forget, I called my mom up this morning to wish her a happy mommy's day! I am the perfect daughter, I know, you don't have to tell me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can so hear my sis gagging right now... :/....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mom was having breakfast with her mom when I called her, and she sounded really pleased that I called. Before she started talking about the current apple of her eye, our little Mandu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmothers will always be grandmothers first before mommies I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, mom can use the new phone we got her now, I think she finally figured it out! Haha! Now she knows how to answer calls, I'll just have to wait for her to be able to send messages. Shouldn't take too long, I have faith in you mom! You should be able to send messages by next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a great day mom! Miss you lots and love you!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;이세상에서 제일 예쁘은 우리엄마 예계...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;엄마!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;사랑해!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;엄마는...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;꼭 겅간하고, 행복하고...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;매일,매일&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;엄마 의 읏음은 모습을 보면,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;행복해요...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;고마워 엄마!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;나 이렇게 사랑한다고&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;나도, 엄마 가 많이 사랑해!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-1538466115013701653?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/1538466115013701653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=1538466115013701653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/1538466115013701653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/1538466115013701653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/05/mommy.html' title='Mommy!!!!!!!!!!  엄마!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-9098325192776758968</id><published>2008-05-10T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T03:04:27.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Board games with R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SCVyu6UnxHI/AAAAAAAAANk/3bqz6LMUyw8/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198687495124403314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SCVyu6UnxHI/AAAAAAAAANk/3bqz6LMUyw8/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Amateur Scrabblers!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R left for her big, new, rather daunting experience in life today. I'm proud of her, she's taken the first step towards realising her dreams. For being brave enough and so determined to live life the way she wants to, I applaud her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You go girl!!! Woohoo!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K and I went to send her off today, we spent a couple of hours hanging out at the coffee shop, drinking our coffees, chatting and playing board games. It was good just doing that. It's always been what we loved doing and how we've always spent our time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out, chatting and laughing while drinking coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With R not around, K and I are going to be so lonely. L the useless bum had better come out more often!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... miss R already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon R! And don't forget our presents!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saranghae&lt;/em&gt; R!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-9098325192776758968?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/9098325192776758968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=9098325192776758968&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/9098325192776758968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/9098325192776758968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/05/board-games-with-r.html' title='Board games with R'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SCVyu6UnxHI/AAAAAAAAANk/3bqz6LMUyw8/s72-c/Image042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211972874908372977.post-2062278343692917721</id><published>2008-05-07T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T07:47:21.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My blog's officially one year old today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly never expected that I would have lasted this long just writing here. All my other blogs have kinda faded away into the background, but this little one here's still going on strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice having a space to yourself. Express your feelings, commemorate events, discuss things with the big wide web &lt;em&gt;(a.k.a. yourself most of the time)&lt;/em&gt;. It's nice. It's a sane-ifying factor for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st birthday blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we have many more to come!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2062278343692917721?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2062278343692917721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2062278343692917721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2062278343692917721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2062278343692917721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!!!!!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-2331891487981206634</id><published>2008-05-06T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T02:37:00.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>화분 by 러브홀릭</title><content type='html'>One of my fave songs by Loveholic. And Alex sang it to Shin Ae just before he told her that he was leaving the show... Sad moment... And the lyrics are super meaningful... But the fact that she brought out a potted plant he prepared for her just after he sang it to her makes me feel like the show really is scripted. Then again, when is TV never ever scripted anyways??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share the lyrics with you all... I wonder if I can attach the mp3 here... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;화분 by 러브홀릭&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;멀리서 멀리서 멀리서 그대가 오네요&lt;br /&gt;이 떨리는 마음을 어떻게 말해야 하나요&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;그댄 처음부터 나의 마음을 빼앗고&lt;br /&gt;나을 수 없는 병을 내게 주었죠&lt;br /&gt;화분이 될래요 나는 늘 기도하죠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;난 그대 작은 창가에 화분이 될께요&lt;br /&gt;아무 말 못해도 바랄 수 없어도&lt;br /&gt;가끔 그대의 미소와 손길을 받으며&lt;br /&gt;잠든 그대 얼굴 한없이 볼 수 있겠죠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;멀리도 멀리도 멀리도 그대가 가네요.&lt;br /&gt;떨어지는 눈물을 어떻게 달래야 하나요&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;그댄 처음부터 나의 마음을 가졌고&lt;br /&gt;나을 수 없는 병을 앓게 한거죠&lt;br /&gt;화분이 되고픈 나는 늘 기도하죠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;난 그대 작은 창가에 화분이 될께요&lt;br /&gt;아무 말 못해도 바랄 수 없어도&lt;br /&gt;가끔 그대의 미소와 손길을 받으며&lt;br /&gt;잠든 그대의 얼굴 한없이 볼 수 있겠죠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 그대 작은 창가에 화분이 될께요&lt;br /&gt;아무 말 못해도 바랄 수 없어도&lt;br /&gt;가끔 그대의 미소와 손길을 받으며&lt;br /&gt;잠든 그대 얼굴 한없이 바라 볼테죠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;난 그대 작은 창가에 화분이 될께요&lt;br /&gt;아무 말 못해도 바랄 수 없어도&lt;br /&gt;가끔 그대의 미소와 손길을 받으며&lt;br /&gt;잠든 그대 얼굴 한없이 바라 볼테죠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aiiiii.... I just love this song...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2331891487981206634?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2331891487981206634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2331891487981206634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2331891487981206634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2331891487981206634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/05/by.html' title='화분 by 러브홀릭'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-2588535761072151740</id><published>2008-05-05T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:32:19.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>우리 결혼했어요... Second thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8mbDW3tCI/AAAAAAAAANU/PDtkSOBIZwc/s1600-h/subtop01kc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196914741208396834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8mbDW3tCI/AAAAAAAAANU/PDtkSOBIZwc/s320/subtop01kc6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hosts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think my fave couple in '우리 결혼했어요' is now Hyung Don and Saori. I know I was negative about them initially &lt;em&gt;(and who wouldn't be, especially in the Chuseok special they did?) &lt;/em&gt;but I decided to give them a chance this time, instead of just skipping their parts like I usually do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8mbDW3tDI/AAAAAAAAANc/NCJki4CEOYE/s1600-h/wegotmarried1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196914741208396850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8mbDW3tDI/AAAAAAAAANc/NCJki4CEOYE/s320/wegotmarried1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The four main couples- altho Shin Ae-Alex are gonna be replaced soon. Seemingly Hwang Bo-Hyung Joon (from SS501)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I love them!! They are so funny! Definitely not the most romantic couple in the world, but realistic though. And cute!! Hyung Don is sooooo similar to so many older men out there who just seem to not want to make the effort to keep the romance alive in the relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should know, that category kinda fits most of the men in my extended family. It's like they all read from the same manual or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I digress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching Hyung Don and Saori just sent me into fits of laughter!! I tell you, it's like watching Gag Concert! Full of laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8gozW3tAI/AAAAAAAAANE/ALZJj7bGI7w/s1600-h/10eh0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196908380361831426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8gozW3tAI/AAAAAAAAANE/ALZJj7bGI7w/s320/10eh0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hyung Don trying to be cutesy Andy style for Saori!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andy and Solbi are still the cutesy, romantic, new coupley couple but I think I prefer Hyung Don and Saori now. I don't know why, but Andy-Solbi are starting to seem more scripted to me now. It's just not so natural anymore, and it seems rather old... they've been over emphasising on the adorable, playful quarrelsome-ness that one usually finds in new couples &lt;em&gt;(at least the ones that I've seen)&lt;/em&gt;, so much so that it seems rather fake now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8goDW3s9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/wI-zstpfjOI/s1600-h/luvsoompis00900657fn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196908367476929490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8goDW3s9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/wI-zstpfjOI/s320/luvsoompis00900657fn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8gqTW3tBI/AAAAAAAAANM/k6LdgQiC51Q/s1600-h/luvsoompis00900675ci6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196908406131635218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8gqTW3tBI/AAAAAAAAANM/k6LdgQiC51Q/s320/luvsoompis00900675ci6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See what I mean? Too much of a good thing is rather... cloying...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andy-Solbi seem more like a fantasy whereas Hyung Don-Saori are more human-like. And funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially the picnic!! The polaroid that Hyung Don took in his attempt to be the dream couple Alex-Shin Ae! It looked like something from a horror movie!! So funny!!!!!!!!! And the way he keeps on trying to beat Alex in everything and the little challenges he puts forth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8gojW3s_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/fJqR5q8W8_A/s1600-h/luvsoompis01400100sg9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196908376066864114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8gojW3s_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/fJqR5q8W8_A/s320/luvsoompis01400100sg9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8goTW3s-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/EGEtVqiODVM/s1600-h/luvsoompis01400107ya5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196908371771896802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8goTW3s-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/EGEtVqiODVM/s320/luvsoompis01400107ya5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Pics credits: Soompi Forums)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2588535761072151740?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2588535761072151740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2588535761072151740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2588535761072151740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2588535761072151740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/05/second-thoughts.html' title='우리 결혼했어요... Second thoughts...'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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/__Mfi_EFxxIg/SB8mbDW3tCI/AAAAAAAAANU/PDtkSOBIZwc/s72-c/subtop01kc6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211972874908372977.post-2634604440673762768</id><published>2008-05-04T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T05:01:06.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Sunday</title><content type='html'>It's been a boring, lazy and slow Sunday. Which I suppose is good coz I get to just relax and do whatever I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then why do I feel even more tired??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is watching Heroes season one and is bugging me at the side asking for spoilers. Silly boy, why bother watching it if you can't contain your curiousity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me, I'm not gonna tell you! Watch it yourself kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like eating anything, I just want my coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream partner requirement number 1: Someone to buy me coffee whenever I want one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2634604440673762768?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2634604440673762768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2634604440673762768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2634604440673762768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2634604440673762768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/05/boring-sunday.html' title='Boring Sunday'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-8424255660519930014</id><published>2008-05-03T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:09:42.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies and food</title><content type='html'>The girls and I had a long awaited outing together yesterday. It's been ages since we all met up, given the fact that a certain someone is always so busy!! Not accusing you, L, but it's true!!!!!!! It's true!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we finally managed to arrange all our schedules so that we could have one day to ourselves doing all the stupid things that we usually do, haha! Went to have food at our old school (we're just weird, don't bother asking why) before heading to the movies. The movie wasn't that great, but it had its moments that we all loved! The sarcasm! I haven't laughed out loud while watching a movie in a long, long time. Just remembering the lines makes me wanna laugh out loud now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go try a new eatery after the movie.. and honestly, it was a huge mistake. The food was alright, not that bad, but the service! My god!!! &lt;strong&gt;TERRIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Can't be bothered to elaborate, L has done a good job on that already. Jeez.. We're never going back. Even if the food tasted like heaven we wouldn't go back. No food can ever compensate lousy service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one enjoy good food when they are fuming inside???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that little blemish to our outing was fast forgotten when we left. We had a really good time just goofing around and laughing away. It was good to be able to jut relax like that. I need more of that now. Things are too serious for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the great outing girls! We've gotta do it again soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muacks!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8424255660519930014?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8424255660519930014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8424255660519930014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8424255660519930014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8424255660519930014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/05/movies-and-food.html' title='Movies and food'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-5914563195900575948</id><published>2008-04-30T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:15:06.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lanes</title><content type='html'>I went out with my mom today. We went to this part of the city which still looks the same way it did twenty years ago. As I was walking down the lanes of this place, I started remembering bits and pieces of my past. How it looked like before, where I used to play, what I used to eat, things I used to do. All the memories came rushing back to me, memories that I forgot I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird how you completely forget something and suddenly, out of the blue, you go back and everything comes back to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that way today. It was almost like I could recall the emotions that I felt then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the place relatively looks the same, there have been changes. Shops that used to be there have disappeared and been replaced by newer enterprises. Although the shoplots are the same, the people have changed. The things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years have passed, there should be some change. But the change made me feel nostalgic. If only this place was still open, I could have my favourite puffs. If that shop was still open, I could go in and look at all the hair accessories that I used to long for when I was a child, but was too young to wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lanes of yesterday that I walk on today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever get on a time machine, this is what I'd imagine it'd feel like...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-5914563195900575948?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/5914563195900575948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=5914563195900575948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5914563195900575948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5914563195900575948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/lanes.html' title='Lanes'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-8151467036302663801</id><published>2008-04-28T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:13:14.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimchi</title><content type='html'>Muahahaha, I tried making kimchi for the first time!! Muahahaha!!!!! Followed the instructions as closely as I could, and being the super smart person that I am, I insisted on doing &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kimchi was too salty!! My mom was laughing and laughing away when she tasted it for the first time, saying that I might as well just eat salt. It basically &lt;strong&gt;WAS&lt;/strong&gt; like eating salt... with a little bit of crunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mom told me how to remedy it, so now it's sitting there getting medicated. I'll taste it tomorrow and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it turns out ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8151467036302663801?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8151467036302663801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8151467036302663801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8151467036302663801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8151467036302663801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/kimchi.html' title='Kimchi'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211972874908372977.post-1632585306205035294</id><published>2008-04-27T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:09:04.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a glance</title><content type='html'>Time really flies. It's only been a few days since my last post about Mandu-ya and he has grown so much since that last post! It almost seems as though he's going to start running around, asking for things soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's growing bigger and bigger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting older and older...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Sunday was a little quiet. Did some stuff with my SFT, saw some people, ate some stuff. Normal, quiet Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melancholic mood now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-1632585306205035294?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/1632585306205035294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=1632585306205035294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/1632585306205035294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/1632585306205035294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-glance.html' title='In a glance'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-5671111323143032784</id><published>2008-04-26T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T02:14:58.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday...</title><content type='html'>Noodles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J.S. Fair... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Haircut... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snack... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Supermarket... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relax in bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Wait for tomorrow... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What shall I do tomorrow???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-5671111323143032784?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/5671111323143032784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=5671111323143032784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5671111323143032784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5671111323143032784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday.html' title='Saturday...'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-658892068491345086</id><published>2008-04-23T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:40:29.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiiiiiiiiii............</title><content type='html'>Didn't I just say that I needed to watch myself from pigging out too much and turning into a full sized whale??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I didn't listen to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a sushi bonanza today... It was such a great deal! 2 bucks per plate! 2 bucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My waistline is going to start yelling bad things to me soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to hear it already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-658892068491345086?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/658892068491345086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=658892068491345086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/658892068491345086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/658892068491345086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/aiiiiiiiiii.html' title='Aiiiiiiiiii............'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-7523742740579230836</id><published>2008-04-22T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T06:32:32.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday J!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's J's birthday today! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woohoo!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you're so far away, I still remember that you're getting &lt;strong&gt;OLDER.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, some of the best things in life is making fun of those who are slightly older than you. Not coz you're mean, but just coz you &lt;strong&gt;CAN. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope you had a great day &lt;em&gt;(although how much fun can you have without ME?? Muahahaha!!)&lt;/em&gt; and I hope that you got lots of lovely presents~ although you can pretty much forget about getting one from me. I'm cheap. This is it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know I love you right? And I'm wishing you the best of things and happiness and joy and love and all things good even when I am poking fun at you right? And you know that I miss you to bits right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday dearest J!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you getting a little bit wiser!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUACKS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-7523742740579230836?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/7523742740579230836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=7523742740579230836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7523742740579230836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7523742740579230836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-j.html' title='Happy Birthday J!!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-9159169661990569602</id><published>2008-04-21T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T06:35:59.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Local burgers and tests...</title><content type='html'>I have been terrible.. Terrible... Absolutely terrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a local delight for supper last night. Burgers that J misses so much. And I ate it in front of her! Via webcam! Technology allows you to rub things in people's faces without needing them to be physically there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was evil to J and I am probably going to put on like 10kgs if I don't watch it. Donuts, burgers... When will I stop??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I had to go for a blood test today. My old man dragged me to get one done, sheesh... I hate needles and blood!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punishment for being evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-9159169661990569602?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/9159169661990569602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=9159169661990569602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/9159169661990569602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/9159169661990569602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/local-burgers-and-tests.html' title='Local burgers and tests...'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-4081356911729326815</id><published>2008-04-19T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T03:28:39.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donuts overload</title><content type='html'>I have been pigging out on Big Apple donuts and now I have a sore throat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear my conscience screaming out at me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That's what you get for being such a glutton!!!!!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.... I hate my conscience sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I couldn't help myself. I bought a box of donuts and they looked so sad just sitting there in the fridge. I mean, they are meant to be eaten right? That's their function right? I would be depriving them of their rights if I didn't eat them right? Can you imagine how sad and useless they must have felt, just sitting there waiting? Hoping? Wanting to fulfill their destinies????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, I can be a bit delusional. You don't have to tell me. It's a fact that I am well aware of but choose to ignore, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am craving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buchimgae &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeon &lt;/span&gt;... And I am well aware that I cannot have those or else I'll come down with something worse than just a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't that always the case? That you start craving for all things unhealthy when you cannot eat them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat all things unhealthy now!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of donuts. I think I've had enough donuts for the next 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a donut overload...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-4081356911729326815?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/4081356911729326815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=4081356911729326815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4081356911729326815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4081356911729326815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/donuts-overload.html' title='Donuts overload'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-4888184197751658405</id><published>2008-04-15T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:24:00.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILL</title><content type='html'>Urgh, I am ill &lt;strong&gt;ONCE AGAIN...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time L's not spared as well, we share similar symptoms and have been happily cheering each other up by lamenting about who has it worse. Sigh, I suppose that comes with being SFTs right, L?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been mulling around at home watching animes and 3 Dads and 1 Mom. I must say that although I had initially enjoyed the first few episodes of 3 Dads, I find it rather... dull now. It's not as funny as I hoped it would be, and can be rather draggy at times. Urgh.. And I had so much hope for it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have my anime to keep me occupied!! La Corda!! My current love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things have been happening around me. Things I wish I could put in words, but I can't. I don't have the words to express what I feel, and somehow I think that even if I did, I wouldn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only life was somewhat more fairytale like...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-4888184197751658405?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/4888184197751658405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=4888184197751658405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4888184197751658405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4888184197751658405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/ill.html' title='ILL'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-8100581423326901407</id><published>2008-04-13T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:24:58.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I know...</title><content type='html'>... that I am supposed to post up pics. But I'm waiting till I get my new di-ca first! I don''t wanna post up grainy pics taken with my Nokia! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've not been doing much lately. Mandu-ya came to spend the night last night, haha, mom didn't get much sleep! And I have been rather lazy, refusing to do what I should be doing and instead just watching tonnes of anime and dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to get myself back on track. But hanging out at the sidelines can be so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, I will. Just let me bum a little while more, ok? I promise I will get back on track soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8100581423326901407?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8100581423326901407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8100581423326901407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8100581423326901407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8100581423326901407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/yes-i-know.html' title='Yes, I know...'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-245766438347953852</id><published>2008-04-12T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T06:34:31.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been ages...</title><content type='html'>... since I last posted pics on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to, but extreme laziness has prevented me from doing so. I don't know why but I have been hit by the lazy bug for a while now, and it's still here. Don't think it's going to go away anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew is coming to spend the night tomorrow, my sis and bro-in-law desperately need a night of undisturbed sleep. So mom stepped in and volunteered to take the little bundle off their hands for a night, beaming and beaming away at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aii... grandmothers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I should be posting up some pics some time soon. Let me just try to rouse myself from the lazy daze that I am currently in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-245766438347953852?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/245766438347953852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=245766438347953852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/245766438347953852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/245766438347953852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-ages.html' title='It&apos;s been ages...'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-6701053599305660119</id><published>2008-04-09T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T01:29:16.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iced Mocha Latte</title><content type='html'>It's raining now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft pitter patter of the rain always makes me feel like drinking either coffee or tea... There's something really soothing about drinking coffee/tea when it rains, I don't know what exactly, but it just makes me feel really warm inside. Watching the raindrops while sipping on your choice of beverage is heavenly, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... I feel like an iced mocha latte now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine drinking my iced mocha latte while watching the droplets with my fave music playing on my MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... the little joys in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-6701053599305660119?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/6701053599305660119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=6701053599305660119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6701053599305660119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6701053599305660119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/iced-mocha-latte.html' title='Iced Mocha Latte'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-9184027932338877857</id><published>2008-04-08T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:27:03.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>I want a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna just hang out with my friends, visit new places, eat great food and have lots and lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only all your wishes came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, stuck where I am, doing what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a holiday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-9184027932338877857?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/9184027932338877857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=9184027932338877857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/9184027932338877857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/9184027932338877857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-263602061093179910</id><published>2008-04-07T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T02:16:02.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>우리 결혼했어요 a.k.a We're Married</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been watching a new variety show named "우리 결혼했어요" a.k.a "We're Married". The concept is basically four celebrity couples that have been paired up for the show, depicting the lives of married couples. They claim that these pairings are not real life couples, but you never know. Plus, you never know what'll happen once they've lived the life of a married couple!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fave couple is defintely Andy and Solbi! They are so adorable!! And Solbi's so easy going that she seems like the person that most people would want to be friends with. Why does she maintain the "I'm dumb" concept though? Strange. Andy is perfect in here!! Although a tad bit naggy and rather hmmm... at times, he's still incredibly sweet to Solbi albeit a little mean at times (but all in good humour!)!! They are such a cute pairing!! They seem really close with each other already, and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if they really did end up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two in my list is the Alex Shinae couple. They are a bit formal with each other still, and can be rather awkward in each other's presences at times but I still like them together. Alex seems like really good husband material, I mean he cooks, he fixes things around the house, he's gentlemanly. Which woman in her right mind wouldn't want a guy like that?? But there's one setback. He's too perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, women...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be lacking but you can't be perfect either. Even I don't understand my species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri and that guy (I forget his name) is rather forgetable really. I don't really remember much about that couple, in fact I think I tune them out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Suh In Young in this show!! She's so annoying!!! She and her princess ways, I tell you, she defines the meaning of 공주병!!! Grr... she honestly gets on my nerves, how can anyone stand her??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I absolutely love Andy in this show!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;앤디가촣아!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;앤디야, 나랑결혼할래??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-263602061093179910?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/263602061093179910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=263602061093179910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/263602061093179910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/263602061093179910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/aka-were-married.html' title='우리 결혼했어요 a.k.a We&apos;re Married'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-3587426375133718301</id><published>2008-04-05T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:51:06.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manicures</title><content type='html'>I have not been in the mood to blog lately. Been feeling extremely irritated lately, don't know why myself. Just been annoyed with lots of things lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to the Face Shop the other day with the rest of the girls and bought a few bottles of nail polish. Which is rather strange for someone like me who generally does not use nail polish. Shopping therapy you know. It really does make a woman feel better. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been giving myself manicures these past few days, especially when I am sulking in my room. Not very good ones, but still it gives me something to do. Plus it doesn't make my spending seem senseless and wasteful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to have a change of mood soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;아이유...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;답답해...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-3587426375133718301?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/3587426375133718301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=3587426375133718301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3587426375133718301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3587426375133718301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/manicures.html' title='Manicures'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-275975455071193869</id><published>2008-04-01T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:32:19.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool</title><content type='html'>Happy April Fool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me I was spared the horrid jokes and tricks and whatnot that people usually like to play on others. Gosh, I was in a terrible mood already, and if I had to put up with idiotic tricks, I bet some people would have had to go home half bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I in a bad mood? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I am not prepared to answer. Some things are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's to hoping for a better tomorrow. I think I should have a better day. Going to be spending some time with K which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... L where are you? I haven't seen you in ages, you still well and kicking? I think I have kinda forgotten what you look like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to meet up with L!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till then.. night night horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-275975455071193869?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/275975455071193869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=275975455071193869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/275975455071193869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/275975455071193869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-2121621415884335152</id><published>2008-03-31T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:11:37.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31.03.08</title><content type='html'>31.03.08...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day our little Mandu greeted the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him for the first time was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came out looking so healthy, so active, so happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were all happy to greet him too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little Mandu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to grow up healthy and well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat well, play well, study well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your mummy and daddy happy all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mummy was so happy to see you, you are the best thing that happened to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all felt the same way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little lovely Mandu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome into our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll shower you with lots of love, so be happy always ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;사랑해, 만두야...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2121621415884335152?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2121621415884335152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2121621415884335152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2121621415884335152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2121621415884335152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/310308.html' title='31.03.08'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-3354344944406119572</id><published>2008-03-27T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:49:05.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canon? Kodak? Fuji??</title><content type='html'>I've been surveying around for a new di-ca but I have yet to decide on which one I want! R was telling me that the company below hers is having a sale of some sort, and they're offering huge slashes on the Fuji FD40 or something like that. I checked the reviews online and all, and it seemed like a really good deal so I set my heart on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found the Kodak Easyshare V803. And I liked that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now someone is saying that Canon's the name to go for when wanting to buy a di-ca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I choose??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just write the names on pieces of paper, throw it on my bed, close my eyes and randomly pick. Just buy whichever one I pick out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But knowing me, I'll still be thinking of this di-ca and that di-ca. I'm terrible that way. So decisive in some matters and just so hopeless in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon? Kodak? Fuji??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I shall just leave it to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FATE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Blame the overly dramatic sageuk drama that my mom is watching)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I leave my pen and paper?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-3354344944406119572?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/3354344944406119572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=3354344944406119572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3354344944406119572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3354344944406119572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/canon-kodak-fuji.html' title='Canon? Kodak? Fuji??'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-8536373073868829664</id><published>2008-03-25T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T07:28:04.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being mean</title><content type='html'>Why is it that we are usually mean to the ones we love? Especially when we talk amongst ourselves, we tend to add little barbs that we know will hurt them, but we do it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just chatting with my friends the other day and it was then that I realised that we say so many hurtful things to each other. And the worst thing is when one person jabs the other with caustic words the only thing that the other person will do is retaliate with an even worse remark. And you can sense that the other person feels hurt, but you just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or can you? But you just choose not to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that sometimes we just speak without thinking, expecting the other person to know that we don't mean it and to laugh it off. But sometimes the other person can't. And when that happens, we accuse that person of being overly sensitive. When in actual fact, we are the ones being insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take back all those mean things I've said to the ones I love. Trust me, after I've said whatever I've said, I feel really guilty and horrible inside. And I know that all I was doing was being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;미안하다 엄마,아빠,언니...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;미안하다 진구야...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;사랑한다...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8536373073868829664?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8536373073868829664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8536373073868829664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8536373073868829664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8536373073868829664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-mean.html' title='Being mean'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-7114544897895048916</id><published>2008-03-24T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:46:14.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking hurts</title><content type='html'>I have injured my foot again! Aii, I've been getting sick and injured so often nowadays.. Not good at all. Something tells me that I need to purchase more vitamins and stuff. Gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a new bottle of vitamins from J's mom yesterday. Haha, the girls and I had a great time laughing at J's mom's stories and gossip, hahaha!!! I think Uncle T must have heard our laughter in his sleep and probably could have felt the house shaking.. Did you, Uncle T?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to my foot. I've been shuffling around trying to get from one point to another. And it takes longer for me to cover like 1 metre than it does for a tortoise to do so. Make that a snail. Or whatever's slower than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking hurts for now. Lucky for me, I don't have to go to work since I can barely move! Sleeping in and watching lots of variety shows on TV!! That's the life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am getting tired of watching Andy's Love Song. Gosh, that has got to be the most annoying, s-tic dance ever. Someone please tell him to stop!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-7114544897895048916?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/7114544897895048916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=7114544897895048916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7114544897895048916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7114544897895048916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-hurts.html' title='Walking hurts'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-7589625337812932545</id><published>2008-03-21T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:32:29.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh.... Long live long weekends!! Waking up as late as I want to and being able to laze around without seeming like a bum is heaven! Muahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there is one setback.. I have nothing much to do.. So it's rather boring after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down with my mum, watching an old &lt;em&gt;sageuk&lt;/em&gt; drama now. While I'm not generally a big fan of &lt;em&gt;sageuks&lt;/em&gt;, I remember I used to love this one. J and I used to spend hours in front of the T.V after our exams watching this particular drama, gushing at all the romantic parts and crying at the sad bits &lt;em&gt;(well, not really crying but we were feeling the pain, the suffering, the drama of the entire affair!!!!!- There I go being overly dramatic again. I should audition for Macbeth, really...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the &lt;em&gt;sageuk&lt;/em&gt;. I &lt;strong&gt;HONESTLY&lt;/strong&gt; cannot understand &lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt; I loved it so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?? WHY?? WHY???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's draggy, lengthy, and dull!! OK, fine. There are some parts that are funny and amusing, but that's like what.. maybe 5% of the show? Seriously, what is with the never ending &lt;em&gt;"I love you but I can't, we were never meant to be"&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;"I can't bear to live anymore, let me just run into a rock and end my miserable existance"&lt;/em&gt;?? And the formal language that is so hard to understand!! Did they really speak that way in the past??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been really drama deprived... Urgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to it as I type, trying to refrain from reaching out for the bin.. Blood is threatening to erupt from my throat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mum still loves this &lt;em&gt;sageuk&lt;/em&gt;. I wonder if it's the age factor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, then I have one thing to be thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M NOT THAT OLD AFTER ALL! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-7589625337812932545?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/7589625337812932545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=7589625337812932545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7589625337812932545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7589625337812932545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-weekend.html' title='Long weekend'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-8294402403935571809</id><published>2008-03-19T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T06:53:50.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I is bored</title><content type='html'>I is bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like being grammatically correct. Sometimes being wrong is so much more fun than being correct. Especially when person is bored out of person's skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8294402403935571809?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8294402403935571809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8294402403935571809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8294402403935571809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8294402403935571809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-is-bored.html' title='I is bored'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-6513519238818599451</id><published>2008-03-16T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T06:07:19.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rickety knees</title><content type='html'>Me and the girls decided to go for a jog today. Which resulted in us feeling really good about ourselves!! And in me getting rickety knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiii... There were so many kids running around and one family brought their golden retriever with them to the park. The dog was so adorable!! He was retrieving the frisbee and running away with it, refusing to give it back to the kids! So cute!! Even K, who's scared of any living animal/insect, was enchanted by the dog. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is coming to an end, and work starts again tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the weekend to come again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;빨리 와!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-6513519238818599451?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/6513519238818599451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=6513519238818599451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6513519238818599451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6513519238818599451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/rickety-knees.html' title='Rickety knees'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-1069928911834888429</id><published>2008-03-15T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:39:59.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>사랑해 친구야</title><content type='html'>친구야,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;나 아무 말 도 안해 도...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;나 너 사랑해 , 알아지?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;항상 이렇게&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;내 옆에 이슬니까...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;행벅해...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;너무 너무 감사해요...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;이런 말을 하고 싶은대,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;멋했어, 어떻개?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;미안해...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;군데,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;나 용서해갯지?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;역시 너 밧께 없어 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;사랑해 친구야 !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-1069928911834888429?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/1069928911834888429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=1069928911834888429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/1069928911834888429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/1069928911834888429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='사랑해 친구야'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-792540509019071064</id><published>2008-03-14T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T05:11:40.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday, it's Friday!</title><content type='html'>Yayyy!!! The weekend is finally here! And I have the whole weekend to myself! No annoying relatives, nobody to bug me, I can pretty much do whatever I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAYYYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy are those who have the weekend to themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY WHITE DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off to enjoy the start of a beautiful and wonderful weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tata!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-792540509019071064?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/792540509019071064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=792540509019071064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/792540509019071064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/792540509019071064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-friday-its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday, it&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-3499455991197524744</id><published>2008-03-13T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:34:02.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Day</title><content type='html'>I had a pretty relaxing day at work for a change. It felt great to be able to play games on the computer for once instead of having to go through pile upon pile upon pile of paperwork. I need more days like this at work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was rainy as well, so the office was literally freezing! Although I must admit I prefer it to be freezing rather than warmish coz of the heat outside. Don’t you just hate it when the weather outside is so hot that even the ice cubes in the freezer threaten to melt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I managed to make something I have been meaning to make for ages today thanks to my super free day at work! Haha, it’s a secret for now girls! I meant to give it out during Valentine’s Day, but things cropped up and we didn’t celebrate it the usual way. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; White Day is coming up! In fact it’s tomorrow! And although it’s supposed to be for the guys, we’ll just forget that little fact shall we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so much better when you don’t stick to the rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect something tomorrow girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saranghae!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-3499455991197524744?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/3499455991197524744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=3499455991197524744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3499455991197524744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/3499455991197524744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/white-day.html' title='White Day'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-2973440013018231724</id><published>2008-03-12T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:35:17.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Museums and pat bing su</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember when I was younger, I used to love going to museums. My parents used to bring me to both the museum and the park first before going off to have some &lt;i&gt;pat bing su&lt;/i&gt;. I used to really look forward to those outings, mostly because I could have any flavour of &lt;i&gt;pat bing su&lt;/i&gt; I wanted! And there were always new additions to the museum collections, and that was always exciting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t you just love the refreshing taste of &lt;i&gt;pat bing su&lt;/i&gt; when you’re sweating your head off and feeling really thirsty? Plus you get to have extra snacks from the stalls nearby as well!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gosh, I really do sound like a greedy nerd… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, I went to the museum today. Had some stuff to do nearby and I decided to drop by the museum before heading off home. A lot of things have changed since the last time I came around, they’ve got more new things now and I was walking around looking at exhibit after exhibit just like any other tourist. I wanted to take some pictures but good old forgetful me... I left my phone by my pillow while I was rushing off to work this morning. Aiii.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I don’t think they would have allowed me to take any pics anyways, so oh well! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a rainy day today. The view from the museum is usually fantastic but today all I could see were grey clouds and droplets of rain. Kinda like my mood at the moment. I am feeling grey. Not that I am unhappy about anything, but I’m not happy either. Can’t wait to get out of my grey spell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need a whole weekend of rejuvenation with my friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yummy food and a movie anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2973440013018231724?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2973440013018231724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2973440013018231724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2973440013018231724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2973440013018231724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/museums.html' title='Museums and pat bing su'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-6778801350501435422</id><published>2008-03-09T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T04:40:41.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maum i appho...</title><content type='html'>There are certain times when I feel this way. Not many people are aware of the fact that I am capable of this emotion. Of course, when someone projects herself to be bubbly, happy and carefree all the time, people would tend to believe that projected image. Who would be so free as to delve into her inner thoughts and feelings? Why complicate life right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do feel this way. More so when certain things happen around me. The past is the past they say, and we should let sleeping dogs lie. I wish I could tell everyone that. And everyone would be happy. But sad to say, this isn't the case. There are some things in this world that you just cannot forget. And it's usually these things that come back to haunt you, no matter how hard you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can one really make a difference if one tries hard enough? Sometimes I feel like one does want to change. From the bottom of one's heart. But trying one's best is tiring. And after a while, you just stop trying because it gets to hard. It's easier to just lash out and remain the way you were because changing for the better is just so damned difficult. So why bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's times like this that &lt;em&gt;nae maum i appho. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nomu nomu apphasso, naega michyon go gattae. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itjoboru shippeun de, motthaesso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ttona kago shippeun de, motthaesso.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gurom, nan ottohkhae? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na hante towajyo.. Chaebal.. Towajyo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-6778801350501435422?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/6778801350501435422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=6778801350501435422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6778801350501435422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6778801350501435422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/maum-i-appho.html' title='Maum i appho...'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-7893507461277082363</id><published>2008-03-08T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T05:01:17.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>I wonder what my priorities are. And what the priorities of others are. Seriously. What's important to me never seems as important to others and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that most people would share common goals and priorities. Children would prioritize playing and just being kids. Students would prioritize exams and hanging out with friends. Young adults would prioritize careers and relationships. And parents, their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently that is not the case. Just coz I figured this was the common list doesn't mean that everyone sees it the same way as me. In the eyes of most people, my views are rather obsolete. Probably from the Jurrasic era. Or maybe earlier. Even from before there were any life forms on earth. Yea, that sounds about right. &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, most people prioritize themselves more than anything else. And I shouldn't be one to comment negatively, although it would be nice to be able to say &lt;em&gt;"Oooh, look at that person. How selfish can one be?? So different from lovely, selfless me!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anyone who can say that, please send them back to their dreamlands via the first scheduled volcanic erruption. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, although I would want to be selfless, I can't help but be selfish. Why should I do this for that person if it troubles me so? Why should I have to give in to someone else because it would make that person and other people happy? Why should I even bother about how others feel, especially when it's at my expense? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked myself that so many times. And more often than not, I hear this voice saying this in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes, you don't always count for everything. Think of what other people give up for you too. And isn't it easier to just live in harmony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me it's called a conscience. Gah. I think it's just the effects from Asian parenting. The whole, listen to your elders and don't answer back crap that drummed into your head from the time you were born. I am selfish. All humans are selfish. It's in our DNA, I can't do anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like to think that I'm not always so selfish. When I hear my conscience &lt;em&gt;(Asian parenting! Asian parenting! Don't deny it!!)&lt;/em&gt; preaching to me, I do listen and think it over. And more often than not I give in. &lt;em&gt;(I can hear the world screaming "SUCKER!!!")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's nice to care and be cared for. It's nice to know that I'm being loved. And I believe in what goes around comes around. So the more I love and care, the more I'll receive right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a nice thought to think about. And I become a better person after thinking so. So, humour me and my obsolete way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and call me sucker only when you know I can't hear you, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-7893507461277082363?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/7893507461277082363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=7893507461277082363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7893507461277082363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7893507461277082363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-2545508095795725802</id><published>2008-03-06T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T05:22:21.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TICK TOCK TICK TOCK</title><content type='html'>I am going to be an aunt soon... This little fact just hit me hard in the face this afternoon when Mum and I went shopping for baby goods. We got our little addition lots of new things!! And it was only when Mum was folding his little sleeping outfit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it's so small and adorable you just want to squeeze it and never let go!!! I'm starting to sound deranged...)&lt;/span&gt; that she said "This might be a little large for him.." And I replied "Not to worry, he's going to be a big baby. The doctor already mentioned that he's slightly on the large side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mum beamed at me and said "Really? Then he'll be really nice to carry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to carry him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's going to come out anytime soon, and I am officially going to be an aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YIKES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2545508095795725802?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2545508095795725802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2545508095795725802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2545508095795725802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2545508095795725802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='TICK TOCK TICK TOCK'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-5946692000468108300</id><published>2008-03-04T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T06:14:41.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Cam</title><content type='html'>I want a new di-ca... I want a new di- ca... I want a new di- ca!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R was telling me that the electrical gadget shop near her office is having a sale. And one pretty decent di- ca is going for dirt cheap. And I want it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent almost everything I have for the month! Well, not really everything but if I get the di- ca now, I'll have to eat grass for the rest of the month. Not a very pleasant thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that di- ca!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I ask my mum for a loan? Although the idea is really tempting but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to wait till the end of the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-5946692000468108300?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/5946692000468108300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=5946692000468108300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5946692000468108300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5946692000468108300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/digital-cam.html' title='Digital Cam'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-4174917860470540705</id><published>2008-03-01T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T07:41:28.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it....</title><content type='html'>... really....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALREADY???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did that happen??? Didn't the clock just strike midnight signalling the start of a brand new year like..&lt;strong&gt; 5 MINUTES AGO???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT HAPPENED????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiii... Forgive me for I am in shock. Time is seriously starting to fly so fast that I just can't keep up anymore. Goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had had to run that 2.4km, I know who I should have sent in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got a new laptop today!!! It's lovely and I am happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Jumping around giddily, not too sure if it's from the joy or from the shock*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-4174917860470540705?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/4174917860470540705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=4174917860470540705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4174917860470540705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/4174917860470540705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-it.html' title='Is it....'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-7423000370548789458</id><published>2008-02-29T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T09:27:38.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th February</title><content type='html'>This date will go down in history as the day L became a mermaid... &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Details shall be spared here as if L finds out that I blogged about this, she'd seriously have my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muahahaha!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our mermaid!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahaha!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, L and I came back from bootcamp from hell. Gosh, I can't believe I actually wanted to choose this as a career path. You know how sometimes you walk in somewhere and even though you have wanted this for a long time, at that very moment you realise that you actually &lt;strong&gt;DON'T &lt;/strong&gt;want it at all? That's how I felt. I seriously looked around me and asked myself, why did I get myself in this? Why? Why?? &lt;strong&gt;WHY???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being the person that I am, I stuck through it till the end and when I got the results I was surprisingly relieved. I thought that I would have been more disappointed and had even expected myself to sink into depression. But I didn't. All I could think of was thank god this ordeal is over. L and I looked at each other and grinned, thinking the same thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's over!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had to waste one day of my life on something that could have been 30 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that is obviously so wrong for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one person more happy than me at the moment is my dad! He was always trying to change my mind about the whole idea, but gave in when I was so determined. He helped me prepare myself, giving me the support that only a dad can give even when his heart hurts at the thought of me wanting to do something he never wanted for me. And seeing him beaming with joy only reaffirmed that I had not lost anything. I had gained so much more from that one experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I said that I wanted a sense of direction in life? Today I feel like I got that sense of direction. I know now what suits me most. And surprisingly &lt;em&gt;(or maybe not so surprisingly after all)&lt;/em&gt; it was the one thing that I had spent so many years running away from. This is the right path for me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things sure have a funny way of working out, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-7423000370548789458?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/7423000370548789458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=7423000370548789458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7423000370548789458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7423000370548789458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/02/29th-february.html' title='29th February'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-2912157605698107774</id><published>2008-02-26T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:31:48.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L's bday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY L!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this year bring you lots of surprises &lt;em&gt;(happy ones of course!!)&lt;/em&gt; and may all your dreams come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, let both of us survive the physical!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saranghae!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: My thoughts regarding the physical exam as of now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUE SERA SERA... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved from being completely freaked out to just about ready to give up to on the verge mental breakdown before finally reaching this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sera sera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, L??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2912157605698107774?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2912157605698107774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2912157605698107774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2912157605698107774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2912157605698107774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/02/ls-bday.html' title='L&apos;s bday!!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-2305923760579400167</id><published>2008-02-25T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:27:27.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How???</title><content type='html'>Getting what I want is proving to be more difficult than anything I have ever encountered before. Past battles involved my brains.. however this time, it's my strength that is being tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pass my physical exam before I can even go for the written exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHYSICAL EXAM!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most probably the world's &lt;strong&gt;LEAST&lt;/strong&gt; fit person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth will I ever survive this exam???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-2305923760579400167?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2305923760579400167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=2305923760579400167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2305923760579400167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/2305923760579400167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/02/how.html' title='How???'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-8566705042119267860</id><published>2008-02-24T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T08:06:06.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy!!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be pretty busy this week, lots of things to do and prepare for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole body's aching!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I'm heading off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8566705042119267860?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8566705042119267860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8566705042119267860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8566705042119267860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8566705042119267860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/02/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy!!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-7897455112635462597</id><published>2008-02-20T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T08:27:06.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitamins</title><content type='html'>Eating vitamins the size of a cocktail sausage now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know you need all the help you can get when your sorethroat is so bad that your friends can't even recognise your voice on the phone and ask several times &lt;em&gt;"Who's this?"&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;"Is this really you?"&lt;/em&gt; in voices dripping with disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not pranking you guys you know. I ain't Hyori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-7897455112635462597?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/7897455112635462597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=7897455112635462597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7897455112635462597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/7897455112635462597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/02/vitamins.html' title='Vitamins'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-8867902041630131126</id><published>2008-02-18T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T05:16:25.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ddo Kamgi Natta</title><content type='html'>I am sick... &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was just thinking the other day, &lt;em&gt;"What does that doctor know, low immune system indeed. Hah! It's kamgi season and I haven't even caught one! Low immune system.. &lt;strong&gt;GAH!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic case of never speak too soon or you'll regret even thinking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz here I am, typing this out with a sniffly nose and a temperature and a scratchy throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, the&lt;em&gt; kamgi&lt;/em&gt; has found its way past my extremely crumbly Great Wall a.k.a my immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what irritates me the most??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the doctor was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; have a low immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ARRGHH!!!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8867902041630131126?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8867902041630131126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8867902041630131126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8867902041630131126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8867902041630131126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/02/ddo-kamgi-natta.html' title='Ddo Kamgi Natta'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-1411551868467122540</id><published>2008-02-14T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:37:12.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big V Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*runs around madly, throwing imaginary rose petals all over the place*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yes, I've gone a little bit insane.. Haha, blame it on consumerism! The best excuse when you do things that you usually don't do. We were planning a little celebration tonight, but K had to go for a job interview so that was scrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having dinner tomorrow night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha, and we don't have to pay sky high prices too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're cheap.. we all are.. can't blame us, we need to save for our old age you know. One can only depend on one's self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall I do to pamper myself today? I think I'll get myself a new toy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun everyone!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be loved!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SARANGHAE!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-1411551868467122540?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/1411551868467122540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=1411551868467122540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/1411551868467122540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/1411551868467122540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-v-day.html' title='The Big V Day'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-5297457051675834593</id><published>2008-02-13T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:36:15.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangerines</title><content type='html'>I have been eating and eating tangerines like mad, ever since the doctor commented that I had a pretty low immune system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME! A LOW IMMUNE SYSTEM!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good.. Not good at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel like an aging &lt;em&gt;ajumma&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangerines, &lt;strong&gt;HERE I COME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-5297457051675834593?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/5297457051675834593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=5297457051675834593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5297457051675834593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5297457051675834593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/02/tangerines.html' title='Tangerines'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-138226166280519814</id><published>2008-02-11T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T07:58:33.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injury</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have an injured thumb and forefinger, making typing really really difficult... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hurts so much that my entire hand has applied for leave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall update another day when my entire hand comes back from vacation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pain!!! Pain!!! Pain!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-138226166280519814?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/138226166280519814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=138226166280519814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/138226166280519814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/138226166280519814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/02/injury.html' title='Injury'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-5853307743105384980</id><published>2008-02-08T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T03:58:04.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>Even as I type this I can hear the sounds of fireworks exploding in the night sky. New Year is never complete without the beautiful display of fireworks everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had a special place in my heart for fireworks. As a child I was always enthralled by the loud fizzing sound it makes as it makes its journey into the sky before bursting into a huge balloon of colour together with a huge &lt;strong&gt;BOOM&lt;/strong&gt;! The sparks from the fireworks fall back down and it almost feels as though you're going to be enveloped in a blanket of light. I love fireworks. One of my favourite memories involve my friends and I lighting a huge box of fireworks down by the pier. We were all laughing and running after each other, sparklers in our hands before settling down and watching the guys light up the big ones. I even tried lighting one up myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fireworks make me feel a little &lt;em&gt;sulpeun&lt;/em&gt; as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still love fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So festive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, so memorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-5853307743105384980?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/5853307743105384980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=5853307743105384980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5853307743105384980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/5853307743105384980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/02/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-8380567503577810981</id><published>2008-02-07T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T04:14:25.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten...</title><content type='html'>... songs that I have been listening to of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sarangeun Nujosso Mianhae - Kim Jo Han&lt;em&gt; (The lyrics are amazing...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Tell Me - Wonder Girls &lt;em&gt;(Yes I know, I can't believe I am listening to this...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Kissing You - SuShi &lt;em&gt;(Yup, it's time to hit me on my head with a pole...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Never Give Up - Andy &lt;em&gt;(and the rest of Shinhwa minus JunJin and Hye Sung) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Saranghanda Nun Mal - Kim Jong Kook&lt;em&gt; (I just love the lyrics to this one too...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Everything - Misia &lt;em&gt;(One of my favourite Japanese songs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Candy - H.O.T &lt;em&gt;(Old School!!!!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ku Nyeo Rul Sarang Hajima - Lee Hyo Ri &lt;em&gt;(Probably one of the few better songs by Hyo Ri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;9) Saranghae Do Dweilkayo? - Yurisangja &lt;em&gt;(I love this song!!! And all the memories of it!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Namja Daemunhae - Joo &lt;em&gt;(Sulpeun! Sulpeun! SULPEUN!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... movies/ dramas I've been watching of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Virgin Snow &lt;em&gt;(Not a bad movie! Altho a little slow.. but pretty well done!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2) Madeleine &lt;em&gt;(My favourite Jo In Sung movie...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;3) Hana Kimi &lt;em&gt;(Cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) First Kiss &lt;em&gt;(Too early to tell.. I'm not done watching it yet..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm Sorry I Love You &lt;em&gt;(My all time favourite drama!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;6) .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've run out of movies/ dramas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update #6-10 another day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8380567503577810981?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8380567503577810981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8380567503577810981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8380567503577810981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8380567503577810981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/02/top-ten.html' title='Top Ten...'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-6619349377665618941</id><published>2008-02-05T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:27:22.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>It's New Year, it's New Year! Holiday food, T.V specials, relatives and my favourite part of it, New Year money!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muahahaha!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a child, New Year used to be my favourite time of the year. I'd travel to my grandparent's house, and meet up with the rest of the family for a great holiday filled with food, games and fireworks. My parents would engage in adult talk with the rest of the elders while the children would run around all day playing all sorts of weird games that we would create on the spot before running back in the house for meals and snacks and baths, haha! We'd also eagerly await the firework session that my uncles would start at the stroke of midnight. The cousins would all wait at the huge balcony like area and point at the beautiful displays, shouting loudly and jumping up and down while my grandparents would laugh with us, everyone happy to usher in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on New Year's day, we'd dress up in our finery and wish the elders a happy new year and receive new year money!! I remember we used to keep track of all the money we received from family as well as friends of our parents and then we'd compare to see who got the most. Yes, we were materialistic children. Blame consumerism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I loved was all the lovely snacks that would be lying on the table for guests and for us to eat. There would always be a hearty breakfast prepared by my grandma and my uncle would whip us the best dishes in the world for lunch and dinner. My uncle would also wake us up in the middle of the night to partake in the supper sessions, always saying that it's the holidays, we should eat more in order to have a good and prosperous year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely memories. My sis says that I have a romanticised version of the events in my head, but I don't care. They are &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; memories and I can remember them the way I believe them to be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year is about to begin, and I want to wish everyone a happy and prosperous new year. May everything you wish for come true and have a fruitful and healthy new year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-6619349377665618941?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/6619349377665618941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=6619349377665618941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6619349377665618941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/6619349377665618941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-1900726274355719841</id><published>2008-02-03T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T08:49:59.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been baking lots of cookies lately, suddenly feel the need to stuff myself up with absolutely sinful yummy sweet cookies. This is not going to help my waist line, but who cares! Gonna try make something else tomorrow, not too sure what yet but the kitchen beckons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to become domesticated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE &lt;/strong&gt;who knows me knows that that is &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;my scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone revive the old me back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRONTO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until I've been brought back to normal, I'm gonna feed myself with homemade cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by the time someone comes to me with a cure, I won't be the size of a hot air balloon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-1900726274355719841?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/1900726274355719841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=1900726274355719841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/1900726274355719841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/1900726274355719841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/02/cookies.html' title='Cookies!!!!!'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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-211972874908372977.post-8618622968426868876</id><published>2008-02-02T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T11:07:42.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kojitmal</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ya! No!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na mollaso saengakhani? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nan pabo anigoddeun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ue nae irrumeun  pullosso?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non nugunya?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No nae chingunya? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taegoddeun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ta kojitmariya. Ta. Chonbu ta. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nan no pirhyo obsseo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chigum, non nae chaeil shirhonun saramiya. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nan no shirhosonikka, na rang aegi hajima. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARASSO??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211972874908372977-8618622968426868876?l=frozemyclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8618622968426868876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211972874908372977&amp;postID=8618622968426868876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8618622968426868876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211972874908372977/posts/default/8618622968426868876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozemyclock.blogspot.com/2008/02/kojitmal.html' title='Kojitmal'/><author><name>frozen clock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18217614990043660049</uri><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></feed>
