<?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-567544078133898595</id><updated>2011-10-29T16:11:25.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ich bin gluckSchwein</title><subtitle type='html'>~=bits and pieces=~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-6429777385904905396</id><published>2011-10-29T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T16:11:25.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>鸡毛蒜皮</title><content type='html'>有没有觉得大学毕业了以后，生活中的事情就变得很琐碎？就好像是下了课没事干的家伙四处闲晃--除了薪水数字游戏，好像少了些目标，理想。所以我完全能理解为什么连鸡毛蒜皮的小事，都有可能被无限放大。小时候，总是无奈爸妈“处处计较”。在学校，与朋友相约互相叮咛彼此，千万不要落入"Corporate Bitch" 行列。但是，在极其无聊的日子里，似乎决心有点动摇了！！我不要！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-6429777385904905396?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/6429777385904905396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=6429777385904905396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6429777385904905396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6429777385904905396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='鸡毛蒜皮'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-6720046616431960199</id><published>2011-03-09T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:04:54.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY~~</title><content type='html'>This entry comes as an uber belated one, one entire month post Chinese New Year. But well... I came across these photos and was reminded of my little cheeky happiness. Happy Chinese New Year everyone. I am however, kind of concerned about having to turn 24 end of this year because I clearly remember that when I was 12, and my cousin was 24, I was there thinking to myself "How come my cousin sounds so old". Must have slipped my mind that I will have to turn 24 one day too huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wells. TADAAAA.. see my hand drawn cards below~ I am somehow damn proud of my doodling! These are not all of course.. some of the pictures are missing in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWikuOsNd5o/TXdyu3-5-MI/AAAAAAAABOI/PZsL9Z0Buyk/s1600/DSCN6141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582056412776364226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWikuOsNd5o/TXdyu3-5-MI/AAAAAAAABOI/PZsL9Z0Buyk/s320/DSCN6141.JPG" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-FbYuWTpmo/TXdyvLqUDkI/AAAAAAAABOQ/AQFC7t-7hQk/s1600/DSCN6143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582056418058702402" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-FbYuWTpmo/TXdyvLqUDkI/AAAAAAAABOQ/AQFC7t-7hQk/s320/DSCN6143.JPG" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the new year, my wish is to stay healthy and fit, engage my mind by learning a language/doing CFA, save up for MBA program and... learn from my mistakes in the past years so as not to do hurting things again! Tan Wei Ling shall become a sophisticated female with substance:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-6720046616431960199?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/6720046616431960199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=6720046616431960199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6720046616431960199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6720046616431960199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY~~'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWikuOsNd5o/TXdyu3-5-MI/AAAAAAAABOI/PZsL9Z0Buyk/s72-c/DSCN6141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-6238513196736412488</id><published>2011-03-05T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:52:23.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Data Profiling</title><content type='html'>I think I must have been surprised, that there are people out there, who categorizes their friends into "Profile-groups", meaning "xxxx is high profile, yyyy is low profile. I think high profile people knows high profile people while low profile ones know only low profile ones". I didn't find the need to argue, but I thought to myself that this seemed contrary to the very definition of being 'high profile'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High profile people are to be known by ALL people while low profile ones are known only to their own circle. And therefore, the point is that a high profile person cannot be high profile only because he thinks he is-- and 'blame' the others for being too low profile to not know him--because that just shows that he is clearly not high profile enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I am just shocked at anyone even categorizing others based on their profiles because I guess there are characters out there who are more discerning about friendship. I am not the most "high profile" person that I have known, but I am very proud of my friends, of the friends that they have made and of the life they are carving out for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each to his own I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-6238513196736412488?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/6238513196736412488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=6238513196736412488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6238513196736412488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6238513196736412488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2011/03/data-profiling.html' title='Data Profiling'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-1974279329032745574</id><published>2011-02-20T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T17:39:33.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Speed-dating" Experience</title><content type='html'>There were alot of food, alot of talk, alot of people. Nice people I must add. I must admit that it was a little overwhelming, with the number of people I was meeting and the information load that refused to be retained in my head. This was a total speed dating experience, although I must admit to never attending one.&lt;br /&gt;The hotel is a nice place, right across a brightly lit shopping mall. It made me feel safe, wandering about alone. I ordered room service for the first time and it was wanton mee with a tiramisu as dessert. I wished there was someone I could share my excitement about room servicing with at that time.&lt;br /&gt;I promise to enjoy it more, with a bit more zest and a little more energy;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-1974279329032745574?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/1974279329032745574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=1974279329032745574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1974279329032745574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1974279329032745574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-speed-dating-experience.html' title='My &quot;Speed-dating&quot; Experience'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-2266615821144444402</id><published>2011-02-07T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:37:15.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Words do matter. I realised, and am relieved, that the first chapter of my work end well. Despite the initial guilt and uncertainty towards leaving, the positive feedback from my supervisor, well.. ex-supervisor to be exact, made me feel that my time had been well spent and my contributions felt. For that, I am certainly grateful for the nurturing environment. Oh mans~ I just do LOVE projects, and the team that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been described as responsible (even during notice period), careful, detailed, having initiative, is a team player, pulled the team together and did a good job..and is the type of people the company needs... I just feel obliged to document this right here. On my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acknowledge that I do like consulting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580403497870061730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uar8G92bKzM/TXGTakHkcKI/AAAAAAAABMI/UBgl_-ZAC6Q/s320/acc%2Bphoto.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2266615821144444402?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2266615821144444402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=2266615821144444402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2266615821144444402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2266615821144444402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2011/02/chapter-1.html' title='Chapter 1'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uar8G92bKzM/TXGTakHkcKI/AAAAAAAABMI/UBgl_-ZAC6Q/s72-c/acc%2Bphoto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-8415371834496786841</id><published>2011-01-06T11:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T08:20:49.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reading List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alchemist by &lt;em&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DILBERT'S Guide to the Rest of Your Life by &lt;em&gt;Scott Adam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia-- a novel on North Korea by &lt;em&gt;Kim Hyejin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean Customs and Etiquette by &lt;em&gt;S.M Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;In Grandmother's House-- Thai Folklore, Traditions and Rural Village Life by &lt;em&gt;Sorasing Kaowai &amp;amp; Peter Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;TAXI!-- Cabs and Capitalism in New York City by &lt;em&gt;Biju Mathew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-8415371834496786841?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/8415371834496786841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=8415371834496786841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8415371834496786841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8415371834496786841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2011/01/reading-list-dilberts-guide-to-rest-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-4164445768867201140</id><published>2010-12-06T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:29:52.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiggly Jiggly Interviews</title><content type='html'>Dear Lao Ban once said that I will be able to make any interviewers laugh. And I thank him for saying that:) I take pride and joy in making the most strict faced interviewers grin or LOL. These so totally make my day. Always. Anytime. Stay happy peeps as happy people make people happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-4164445768867201140?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/4164445768867201140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=4164445768867201140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4164445768867201140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4164445768867201140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2010/12/jiggly-jiggly-interviews.html' title='Jiggly Jiggly Interviews'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-2032349390706963335</id><published>2010-12-04T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:42:08.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retiree Mode</title><content type='html'>I wonder what will I do if I ever retire.. or even though unlikely, marry a rich tycoon and become a rich tai tai.&lt;br /&gt;That will be... totally unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;With my graduation, I took on a role of what I personally term 'house daughter' which comes with it, a pile of housework housework and housework. And it did feel a little weird at first, having no objective/aim/goal but just waking up to be 'part of the operations'.&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I conjured up my understanding of a life of a tai tai as stipulated in my Tai Tai Lifestyle Menu as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast-Newspaper/Drama-Lunch-Shopping/Spa/Massage- High Tea- Mahjong- Dinner- Wine-cum-classical music appreciation-Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Wah. I wonder how many will kill to have a lifestyle like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2032349390706963335?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2032349390706963335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=2032349390706963335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2032349390706963335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2032349390706963335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2010/12/retiree-mode.html' title='Retiree Mode'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-1571778755250407712</id><published>2010-10-03T15:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:50:32.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>苇琳私房菜--Lesson 1</title><content type='html'>Menu:&lt;br /&gt;1. 宫宝鸡丁&lt;br /&gt;2. 麦片鱼&lt;br /&gt;3. 酸甜酥虾&lt;br /&gt;4. 菌笋芥兰花&lt;br /&gt;5. 豆扑炒芥兰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson from daddy. First lesson nia. Dont gek gao too much okie. yays! I think I rock=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523720358340965602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/TKgyZmWBtOI/AAAAAAAABGw/daHcKeiJ_7I/s320/IMG_0292%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/TKgzKHnS7zI/AAAAAAAABHY/PdjghArA0Rg/s1600/IMG_0297%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523721191905488690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/TKgzKHnS7zI/AAAAAAAABHY/PdjghArA0Rg/s320/IMG_0297%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523720387689391762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/TKgybTrPJpI/AAAAAAAABHQ/dXiBr8Ajl7E/s320/IMG_0296%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523720372569304098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/TKgyabWU7CI/AAAAAAAABHA/dQevmgZ36UA/s320/IMG_0294%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523720361954735698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/TKgyZzzndlI/AAAAAAAABG4/KiGPoqLPDJo/s320/IMG_0293%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523720382381756402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/TKgya_5zD_I/AAAAAAAABHI/xi70J15QS2U/s320/IMG_0295%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-1571778755250407712?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/1571778755250407712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=1571778755250407712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1571778755250407712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1571778755250407712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2010/10/lesson-1.html' title='苇琳私房菜--Lesson 1'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/TKgyZmWBtOI/AAAAAAAABGw/daHcKeiJ_7I/s72-c/IMG_0292%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-5595590188525522699</id><published>2010-09-02T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T15:33:02.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually nothing has changed. Who I was 10 years back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-5595590188525522699?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/5595590188525522699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=5595590188525522699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5595590188525522699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5595590188525522699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2010/09/actually-nothing-has-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-8502693983217740139</id><published>2010-08-05T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:18:02.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradeoffs</title><content type='html'>happiness+sadness= K, where K is a constant&lt;br /&gt;by weiling's law, happiness cannot be created nor destroyed&lt;br /&gt;it can only be transferred from one person to the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--thats why&lt;br /&gt;Let Happiness =1 and Sadness =-1&lt;br /&gt;E(Happiness)= 0.5(1) + 0.5(-1)= 0 if the sample size is large enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-8502693983217740139?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-8833450621926897982</id><published>2010-07-07T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:45:01.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moms=p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXgoJ0f5EsQ"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXgoJ0f5EsQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-8833450621926897982?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/8833450621926897982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=8833450621926897982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-8866809587907578480?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/8866809587907578480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=8866809587907578480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8866809587907578480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8866809587907578480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=1347684367881539490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1347684367881539490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1347684367881539490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-3706858083231029235</id><published>2010-05-17T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:01:31.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Religions elective</title><content type='html'>I think this is so amazing, or perhaps it was fated. My mom is a staunch follower of her religion. On our way to Hong Kong, it became apparent that the lady who sat next to her on the plane strictly practices hers. Faking sleep to avoid conversation and listening, I came to this realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought : religions are like university courses. Everyone goes through foundation modules (rights and wrongs and social norms) and eventually went on to specialize under different professors, taking different electives. And thus the many many religions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-3706858083231029235?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/3706858083231029235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=3706858083231029235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/3706858083231029235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/3706858083231029235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2010/05/religions-elective.html' title='Religions elective'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-2728584183985999163</id><published>2010-04-19T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:25:33.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>肚子好痛！救命啊~ *好象快要生了*&lt;br /&gt;=（&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2728584183985999163?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2728584183985999163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=2728584183985999163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2728584183985999163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2728584183985999163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-2700295758575177740</id><published>2010-04-04T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:18:13.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>今天想到宇宙小毛球 =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2700295758575177740?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2700295758575177740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=2700295758575177740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2700295758575177740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2700295758575177740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2010/04/d.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-2423969411853236093</id><published>2010-04-03T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:28:53.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hort Park</title><content type='html'>喜欢夏日的向日葵&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2423969411853236093?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2423969411853236093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>你的真心</title><content type='html'>如过是真心的， 就会感觉得到&lt;br /&gt;如过感觉不到， 是否就只是表面做戏&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2743802263607679669?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2743802263607679669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=2743802263607679669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2743802263607679669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2743802263607679669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='你的真心'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-1490052256525562269</id><published>2010-03-15T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:52:35.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my allergy</title><content type='html'>I think im allergic to air. The moment I breathe in, I start coughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-1490052256525562269?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/1490052256525562269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=1490052256525562269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1490052256525562269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1490052256525562269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-allergy.html' title='my allergy'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-863293467885464596</id><published>2010-03-14T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:12:56.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>降龙十八掌--掌法 online simulation</title><content type='html'>I know that dreams are probably not the best over-a-cup-of-coffee topic. But I had a really exciting and vivid dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xq, glad and me were learning 降龙十八掌 using an online simulator game that has pieces of 'poker-card' with chinese characters on it all flying to the screen. We were supposed to learn how to smack the right card with the right strokes and that will teach us the whole set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. doesnt sound too exciting right? it was, in my dreams la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-863293467885464596?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/863293467885464596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=863293467885464596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/863293467885464596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/863293467885464596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2010/03/online-simulation.html' title='降龙十八掌--掌法 online simulation'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-8007308676096779146</id><published>2010-03-06T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:08:16.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you keep a secret</title><content type='html'>Just a random thought. If one day, you were asked&lt;br /&gt;"Can you keep a secret?"&lt;br /&gt;My general guess is that most people will reply with a "yes". I did and I can (with some success).&lt;br /&gt;A listening ear may be precious, but sometimes, perhaps the one who replies "No, actually I cannot" might be more truthful and more reliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm potentially writing this blog for myself now that it has became barren for sometime and sheeps have moved on to greener pastures. Well, a meal for the fated friend who first notice this revival entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-8007308676096779146?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/8007308676096779146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=8007308676096779146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8007308676096779146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8007308676096779146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-you-keep-secret.html' title='Can you keep a secret'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-383088634061609230</id><published>2009-12-09T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:35:11.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>第七学期末</title><content type='html'>收了收东西，感觉上是为这个学期画下据点。今天觉得好很多了，不再压力大得喘不过气。感谢很多朋友愿意聆听啰嗦的我。还是要相信自己=）要加油加油加油哦！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有个很不错的韩国餐厅：Kim Family Restaurant, 17 Lorong Kilat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;假期伟大志愿：没有压力地睡上十小时！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;申请了下期末到国外实习， 也希望会顺利！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to sign off. Almost typed: "Best regards, Wei Ling"- hahahahaha... so used to it already. okie. say more abt the restaurant another time!! i think im feeling good today for a great night sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-383088634061609230?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/383088634061609230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=383088634061609230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/383088634061609230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/383088634061609230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='第七学期末'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-4209714886187383375</id><published>2009-11-29T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:03:23.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-liminary Pre-exams Plan (PPP)</title><content type='html'>A few episodes has passed and here i am, one day before my exams typing away on my blog. Perhaps this may be the perfect solution for my writer's block for my SSA paper tomorrow. Kept feeling this sense of hesitance before writing anything on paper. A little like how OY ponders over his words whenever he speaks. Kinda weird isnt it. I used to think that my hands and my mouth are controlled by a sub-division of the brains. AKA i dont have to have conscious control over them. They just do work! Well, not the case not the case. Gonna force the engine to start working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of tradition, here's it. The perfect exam scehdule that is FINALLY about to begin.&lt;br /&gt;30th Nov-- SSA1201 singapore society (or so what i believe it to be)&lt;br /&gt;3rd Dec-- CN4111 process design and safety (might be the other way round. not too sure. aha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 2 weeks of break has been... awkward. On one hand, my friends mugging away sends signal to me that perhaps its time to start my revision. At the same time, my procrastinating-nature plus pragmatic mind told me that its too early to start. and so the fight WITHIN myself begun and procrastination won. hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Miao and Wen for celebrating my bday and rotting one day away with me despite exams and all others. haha.. the chalkboard... is now filled with exams blessings (aka chinese new year blessings-- ji xiang ru yi, shi shi shun li yada yada) for my superstitious self. haha.. Thanks glad for eating California Pizza with me. haha.. maybe we shldnt have ordered thin crust 'cause it was really pseudo roti-prata-thickness!! and the lactose free milk you bought went down my tummy already. I swear not to kill myself with normal milk this exams season! By the way, fren was amazed that u bought milk for my bday. He went: you mean she bought u 'nai' for your bday?? haha... it was funny eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this German film during the film fest. The first idea was... u mean this is the end? haha.. Cant remember the first german film i watched-- impression was that people were jumping on each other and there was a mother who rejected advances from this rich guy somewhere. er. The second one was about exorcism which left me tired and thinking that maybe german films are too heavy for me. AND yet again, i went for my third one this year. Relatively enjoyable. haha.. but i must say.. contrary to the jumping on one another sort of film, this was kinda subtle. This gentle 17yr old boy learning to love his daughter. He has perfected the look of amazed-- as if he is looking at something fragile and out of the world. Maybe some little ET. haha.. that little girl was perfect! But really.. you mean thats it? thats the end?-- thats the only surprise that I had=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to watch An Education. It sounds good and interesting on the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;BioBiz planning&lt;br /&gt;Chinese History Refresher by playing Romance of the 3 kingdoms IV (1995 version)&lt;br /&gt;Dempsey Hill for lunch&lt;br /&gt;Kusu Island&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Themed Museum&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok trip (6th~10th Jan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i forgot FYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further suggestions welcomed:)&lt;br /&gt;alrights. wish me luck for exams! I promise to mail it back when im done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-4209714886187383375?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/4209714886187383375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=4209714886187383375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4209714886187383375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4209714886187383375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/11/pre-liminary-pre-exams-plan-ppp.html' title='Pre-liminary Pre-exams Plan (PPP)'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-6120614349695170</id><published>2009-11-26T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:35:51.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Undercurrent and sitting through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-6120614349695170?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/6120614349695170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=6120614349695170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6120614349695170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6120614349695170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/11/undercurrent-and-sitting-through-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-963427352493348641</id><published>2009-11-11T15:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:49:08.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know this is not right. but I do not want to sit through a housewarming. Especially not on that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-963427352493348641?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/963427352493348641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=963427352493348641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/963427352493348641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/963427352493348641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-this-is-not-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-5346522956716754240</id><published>2009-10-21T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:17:08.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>让我们get HIGH!!!</title><content type='html'>This is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up and avoid confusing people, here's the objective/aim of all that im driving across: This Ang Mo made my day. yups. Just by sounding like an American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... this is going to sound absurd. But I was listening to radio on my HP and eavesdropping on this AngMo, potentially exchange student at NUS on the train. My. He MUST be chatting with people 'back there'. And then there was the "Metro" and the "Downtown". haha... perhaps it brought back happy feelings and there is a sudden urge to laugh. Endorphines (is this the happinest hormone that can be also induced by drugs?) Really. They should have just tapped me for a no-side effect, natural source 100% organic happy hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I was kinda HIGH on this Ang Mo accent, I was, HIGH~~~. I started talking to glad over lunch. Entertained labmates during Lab and got the TA (Teaching assistant) joining in as well. So yups. Now that I know that he is a Msian and doing PHD and yada yada yada, even my labmate had to laugh. This targeting of TA is vaguely familiar. If my memory serves (me well), I did the same thing for CM1501 (organic Chem lab too)! The difference is that the CM1501 TA had to live under my 'tyranny' for one whole semester. haha.. but based on my analysis, I BET that was one of the more entertaining experience in his whole TA stint. yups. Say thank you. HAHAHAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was of course lecture in the evening. I think I was entertaining some of my frens in the LT as well. It was a funny and distracting lecture. Ronald might want to kill me for being so noisy. Just a side note, Guangyi did a "Pseudo-weiling-voice' which was really really funny. Cos I cant seem to hear his low rambling 3 seats away. So he decided that if he mimicks my pitch, it might make things easier. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lecture, i dashed after the bus and managed to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuzhong told Pat that "你的朋友完蛋了"&lt;br /&gt;-- cos im always behind them when lecture ends and they managed to reach just in time for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Pat said: 我也这么觉得.&lt;br /&gt;AND so they board the bus to see me already sitting down!! haha.. I basically just excused-me my way down the stairs and up the bus. Smooth. Sleek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did a brief summary of the cause of my highness in chronological order in response to the 3 times they suffered my weirdness:&lt;br /&gt;1. I drank peach-milkshake from Engine canteen&lt;br /&gt;2. I was too tired. Extremities.&lt;br /&gt;3. haha.. this was the Ang Mo accent episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, these things set me thinking. My happy-energy was divided and targetted at so many people. They laughed ALOT. okie. actually me too. But the POINT is that, I cant imagine 2 years ago when ALL these energy was targetted at just Glad and PJ. My. How much did they suffer. HAHAHAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so much for energy consumption. I totally crawled into bed after shower and concussed after 2 sentences of my article. One day, if I want to go on a diet, maybe maintaining a constant HIGH state will be a good way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-5346522956716754240?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/5346522956716754240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=5346522956716754240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5346522956716754240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5346522956716754240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-high.html' title='让我们get HIGH!!!'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-1098814466752924381</id><published>2009-10-13T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:07:54.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aha</title><content type='html'>aha. i was so tired i dozed off half way through dinner. before i know it, i dropped my spoon and spilled half my miso soup. a very bad headache but yeah. i still find all these really amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-1098814466752924381?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/1098814466752924381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=1098814466752924381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1098814466752924381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1098814466752924381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/10/aha.html' title='aha'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-5847551897979557593</id><published>2009-10-12T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:44:04.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Chinese</title><content type='html'>I had no wireless for 2-3wks and that greatly diminished the appeal of my lappie. As I worry day and night for the data in my lappie and did my back up, I couldnt format it until I had a mini break from my FYP. Darn. Really felt handicapped doing my Computational FYP without internet. Luckily my external hardisk served me well. Being plugged in and out of my desktop and my lappie for information transfer. Lappie is really barren now. No Chinese, so no worries about those vague statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha. Thanks ENGINE guys for recognizing that I'm a computer idiot and helping me diagnose and do up my computer. I must say that this is one of the Perks huh. Engineering guys are brilliant with computers. GAMSAHAMNIDA~~*bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that I made some progress with my FYP. But I kinda still have a long way to go. Internet is a distraction. I must learn to keep my addiction in check. And therefore, I conclude that my teachers were highly mistaken when about my self-discipline. I just wasnt exposed to enough temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAME was just an okie high school setting movie. I must say that it is good for spending some time off work but it might not be worth the trip to the cinema. (500) days in summer and Thats It looks funny. If I can just fit them into my 'Schedule' then i will splurge at the cinema. Yes, i do have a schedule. A vague one thats driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sound incoherent, its due to the influenza bug. I swear that people are more susceptible to bugs in tropical regions like here. Didnt even feel sick in America despite the extreme weathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKie. being sick and tired is just so not me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the funny stuff:&lt;br /&gt;saw this little boy playing yoyo at the bus stop a few days ago. *so why is it funny*&lt;br /&gt;well, apparently the yoyo string is 'longer' than he is. so it was like, he threw the yoyo out and then the yoyo died. He threw it again, and it died again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another boy i saw on the train was sucking his thumb and sticking his index finger into his nose. haha... its supposed to be abit gross but i dont know why he just looks so cute. ah~ he is approx 2 yr old and he is a korean kid.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. when u are supposed to rest, u are supposed to rest. Goodnight dears. Its 843pm now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-5847551897979557593?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/5847551897979557593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=5847551897979557593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5847551897979557593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5847551897979557593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-chinese.html' title='No Chinese'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-4093788700358287832</id><published>2009-09-19T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:02:47.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bet that NUS High has very strict rules pertaining to hairstyles. I'm sure you will have to agree if you have seen the girls standing in one row in front of you, hair all braid up into 2 portions like the sparrows standing in one row on the wires. Its seriously amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-4093788700358287832?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/4093788700358287832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=4093788700358287832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4093788700358287832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4093788700358287832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-bet-that-nus-high-has-very-strict.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-1219752877173468406</id><published>2009-09-15T09:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:35:31.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>烂故事精选集</title><content type='html'>前天在车上，就给我碰到了一位抱着孙女乘车的老公公。其实，若是走在路上，他因该会被称着为Uncle， 而不是 Ah PEK啦。只是抱着孙女的他，让我感受到了他的和蔼可亲， 所以就自动把他升级了咯。他非常努力地教着孙女英语。虽然他大概也就会那几个基本词汇，但我看得出来他真的很用心。上一代的人都尝试着学习下一代的习惯，那下一代的人是不是也要偶尔放慢脚步，体恤体恤这一群老人家呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下雨天，水淹淹：）很想就躲在家里，哪里都别去。有个超白痴想法：人为什么到了下雨天就想躲在被窝里呢？是这样的。就我们的祖先啊，以前就分成两批人马。一批就是那群恋家，喜欢在雨天哪儿都不去的。另外一群呢，总是辛勤努力，下雨天也不忘打猎，觅食。可是呢，努力终究带来了许多的问题啊，象是土崩，树木倒塌什么的。所以勒，by natural selection, 肯努力的人都没了，只剩下象我这种懒人咯！！ 哈哈哈哈哈。 很烂吧？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-1219752877173468406?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/1219752877173468406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=1219752877173468406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1219752877173468406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1219752877173468406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_15.html' title='烂故事精选集'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-6536778265191541464</id><published>2009-09-10T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:59:50.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalized Language Energy Diagram</title><content type='html'>For the chemistry trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379837881197305762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SqkGDKH0n6I/AAAAAAAABFM/IsvpLEIXOd0/s400/DSCN3827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;--when you start doing things like that, you know that your neurons are going haywire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-6536778265191541464?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/6536778265191541464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=6536778265191541464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6536778265191541464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6536778265191541464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/09/personalized-language-energy-diagram.html' title='Personalized Language Energy Diagram'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SqkGDKH0n6I/AAAAAAAABFM/IsvpLEIXOd0/s72-c/DSCN3827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-7502856734144305161</id><published>2009-09-03T19:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:11:14.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>情绪大比拼</title><content type='html'>近来有点‘从网络上消失掉’的感觉。就前个‘礼拜’通过朋友的引荐，认识了几个新朋友，一起参加了一场校内比赛。‘建豪’，‘可瑞斯皮纳’还有‘尼可拉斯’都是很外向，很搞笑的人，除了偶尔让我想翻白眼以外。有朋友说，‘尼可拉斯’是个没点正经的人，我不得不同意！就他们三个，让我对于笑话的尺度，无限期上调。真的--无上线哦。不过因为不宜小朋友阅读，这里不方便有过多的透露，所以直接跳过！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;比赛才短短五天，就把我折腾得‘5 ’ ‘9 ’不分。 把FYP 里的Gene ID硬是念成：'xx9xx'。 觉得不对，再念过，还是 'xx9xx'。 当下让我发现我已经开始产生错觉， 所以，直接书包收了收，到文的房间租床去。睡觉！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然出局了，但这次的经验让我对于很多事情都改观了耶。比方说，以前总觉得啊，参加这类型比赛的人，通常都是‘非人类’。他们也许口才特别佳，口水特别多或是口齿特别伶俐--- 这就是本人对于超高自信者的见解。结果勒，事实证明了，我的见解是对的！ 哈哈。但我也不差啊--这就是重点！；）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;常以为自己整天都在追着别人的背影， 用自我丰富的想象力，赐予别人梦境里遥不可及的超能力。 他们是真的很强，没错，毕竟我都出局了。 但是，真的，也不过就是个人嘛，何必贬低自己，把自己说得多么不堪呢！感觉得到自信心有在上调噢！&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你们叫我去参加！很喜欢很喜欢你们！一起熬夜，吃饭，努力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我常喜欢问别人：‘你觉得是食物重要，还是吃饭的对象重要？ ’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的人会犹豫不决，有的会贪心地两样都想要。我呢，选择后者。 请不要自觉幽默，好玩而说些极度无聊的话。不要故意假装是说给自己听，但却用我能听得到的声量讲话。我不但会不想接话，还会想要转身走人。那是个非常不自在的一天。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-7502856734144305161?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/7502856734144305161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=7502856734144305161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7502856734144305161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7502856734144305161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='情绪大比拼'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-5947817020585658100</id><published>2009-08-27T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:26:31.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream Board Is a Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, i was quite innovative and wanted to create a scream board on my blog. To allow people to scream out whatever displeasure or complains that they have or (for Miao) to profess her love for me and I will just update the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel the air sucked out and I don't even feel like screaming anymore. I dont even want xiao long bao or har gao anymore. Been eating more potato chips that I have ever been eating and craving all the what i call self-destructive food. booboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. Im going into snoozing mode again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-5947817020585658100?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/5947817020585658100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=5947817020585658100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5947817020585658100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5947817020585658100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/08/scream-board-is-bad-idea.html' title='Scream Board Is a Bad Idea'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-8433469780871144429</id><published>2009-08-22T01:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:59:41.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>学习慢活</title><content type='html'>嘿呀！我们都成熟了很多哦。尤其是你。该说是在耍酷，变稳重还是提不起精神呢？说话变得小心了。会不会只是我所说的，越大越会逢场作戏。反正在我面前就不用装了嘛！什么wear intellectual spectacles to fit the intellectual me. 那我是不是要穿teletubies 来配合你啊？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;近来，超多朋友都对我采用第六感宣言。打个比方说啊，就有人说我适合小自己一两岁的人。&lt;br /&gt;又有人道：我以为你会喜欢聪明型的。&lt;br /&gt;还有人说：你一定是喜欢成熟稳重比你大很多的。&lt;br /&gt;更有人说：我还以为你不喜欢男的。&lt;br /&gt;最最最糟糕的是：you are like an amoeba. I think you have yourself can already. *冷静冷静*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;饭余佳话~~ 哇！ 如果两个人的第六感恰恰相反，那我怎么办？？ 大家多少事先打个草稿，别让我困扰！ Amoeba 言论如果再重见江湖，我可能会打人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fren said: 你其他的朋友都没有我的foresight. 你一定会喜欢年龄比你小的！！&lt;br /&gt;I said: 如果你说的都成真的话，喜酒请不要带红包。Dinner will be on me！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么觉得你好象隐瞒了什么！明明打赌。。我就已经赢了对不对！诈骗集团。。。 不认账。你敢拿$35 voucher 打发我的话就试试看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢跟你吃饭因为轻松自在。果然，世上还是朋友好=） 真的，如果可以象你说的‘慢活’也许更能好好地活出自己的人生。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-8433469780871144429?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/8433469780871144429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=8433469780871144429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8433469780871144429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8433469780871144429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_22.html' title='学习慢活'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-6104679722702475283</id><published>2009-08-19T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:04:10.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>奇怪的嘲笑</title><content type='html'>刚被朋友酸了一回。所以说嘛。 'wa si lao lang geh~~' -- for the hokkien versed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天真的超搞笑。如果不是因为整天都通行无阻，真要以为我是生了张凶神恶煞的脸。怎么吃顿饭，就两个男生先是要同桌，然后由逃之夭夭勒。临走前还给我一副：‘你真奇怪’的表情。还对我挑眉耶！真是‘%$!#$^&amp;amp;**% ’的勒！！ 陌生人, 你们最好是不要擅自在我对面坐下哦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就前几天啊，（我）很自然地‘嘲笑’朋友，结果还真的有报因耶！&lt;br /&gt;我说：So what did u have for breakfast today again? Is it 'beng kueh'? 'Soon kueh'? no? 'Ang gu Kueh'??&lt;br /&gt;--他老是投诉他家老妈喜欢弄中式糕点给他当早点，但他偏不爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我又说：eh! can you stop bringing ONE banana around in your bag. its going to smell of banana again eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果，今天我妈就拿了TWO bananas 和两个'tau sar piah' 给我. 害我象做贼一样，低调。非常低调的吃。果然，说话还是别太得意。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-6104679722702475283?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/6104679722702475283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=6104679722702475283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6104679722702475283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6104679722702475283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_19.html' title='奇怪的嘲笑'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-7575308858741635640</id><published>2009-08-17T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:43:09.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我是老人家</title><content type='html'>DARN:&lt;br /&gt;from : &lt;a href="http://www.xlzx.com/xlcs/zy32.htm"&gt;http://www.xlzx.com/xlcs/zy32.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鉴定结果您的心理年龄41岁&lt;br /&gt;与您实际年龄差20岁&lt;br /&gt;幼稚度16％&lt;br /&gt;成熟度79％&lt;br /&gt;老化度39％&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-7575308858741635640?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/7575308858741635640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=7575308858741635640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7575308858741635640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7575308858741635640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_17.html' title='我是老人家'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-3267823330398351240</id><published>2009-08-16T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:43:00.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guts out</title><content type='html'>I swear that Health is almost the most important thing in life. Without it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) cant work-- no money= no shopping&lt;br /&gt;2) cant work-- no lab reports done= late nights to come&lt;br /&gt;3) cant work-- no emails sent= inefficiency *when am i going to get started*&lt;br /&gt;4) cant work-- tuition session was like crap (i'm sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yvonne for the warm (microwaved) water and the kimchi (supposed to help). My digestive tract must have been so thoroughly cleared in the afternoon. If you think of puking so vigorously until foam start forming. *okie thats gross* I just learnt to appreciate ginger. Without it, dinner would have been impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, I am recovered after 5 hrs of rest-- with no work done. I will work tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National day rally just ended. Traditionally, rallies have been alot of talking from one side and alot of listening from the other end. Felt great that for this rally, channels were open to address this lack of feedback system (from the youths), showing that we are really important. Thanks for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some business aspects were discussed. What I felt more strongly was the addressing of racial and religion sensitivity. Thought that good grounds were covered and such open approach to highlighting possible social problems (taking a module and thus the terminology) were to be encouraged? Anyway, views are for each to hold. So yup, let me not interfere with one another's thoughts. I just really love societal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, welcome yf back to Singapore from the bed bug bites in Mexico. Thanks for that tangerine thing that I havent eat (will not eat till my tummy feels better). I bet you will miss that place for the next few months at least. Was looking through alot of (my and others too) photos on facebook and was turning nostalgic. But as nostalgia ends, I think (with my brain) that its time to move on for a while until im free (as in time) again to imgaine things. But anyway, talking about Mexico reminded me of Patricia. But then again, many countries remind me of many other people too. Was chatting with Susan in Chinese and I can almost HEAR her speaking those words on the screen. 考试要加油哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, was Thinking Angela's song: 有时假装沉默是否有点难受， 到底期待些什么。&lt;br /&gt;并不是感情用事，只是霎那间想起这首歌。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-3267823330398351240?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/3267823330398351240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=3267823330398351240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/3267823330398351240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/3267823330398351240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/08/guts-out.html' title='Guts out'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-7762927705545344242</id><published>2009-08-15T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:58:26.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>绕着绳子转，空城。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-7762927705545344242?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/7762927705545344242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=7762927705545344242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7762927705545344242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7762927705545344242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-5178985774353146656</id><published>2009-08-12T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:19:05.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circles</title><content type='html'>Now i really believe that what goes around comes around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-5178985774353146656?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/5178985774353146656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=5178985774353146656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5178985774353146656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5178985774353146656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/08/circles.html' title='Circles'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-2803942609429978708</id><published>2009-08-12T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:01:07.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka=) the R&amp;R trip</title><content type='html'>It costs 8RM to watch a movie in Melaka. And this is making me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Miao and Wen, its 8RM!! Look at the ticket stub. haha.. it must be. 'cos school is having a promo for $4 per tic, cap at 2 tics. 8RM translate to $3++. otherwise, I'll feel =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. basically three of us (buddies dating back to 7 yrs ago) finally took a trip to Melaka during the last week of (their) undergrad holidays=)It was hot and hazy not forgetting humid. (if u think that Singapore is bad enough, think again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melaka is a place with loads of historical backing, having came under the rule of Dutch, Portugese and British before finally becoming independent as part of Malaysia. Therefore, there are many sites left behind that showcases the architectural difference of the various ruling states. Churches, Temples, Fort, Nyonya Baba houses and third generation shophouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is silly, but as the coach drove passed this power station with this huge reactor tank, I couldn’t help but kept looking at it ;) And then, there was this one third generation shop house that did gold electroplating. I saw this ancient electrolysis machine for gold and I was like ‘wow’. The uncles and aunties in the shop houses were so actively trying to promote their art work. Not sure if that is for sales or if they really do want the art to be passed down. But in any case, I appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might come as a surprise, but I have never given tip in person before despite spending 3 months in America. The tip that I have paid are all through credit card and somehow I find it weird to be passing cash to another person. It makes me feel like I’m degrading that person. But yup! I passed the tip to the travel tour guide and she was pretty happy about it=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the river cruise in Melaka and saw many kampongs and more laid back lifestyles from afar. Made us wonder why is it that we never ever took the tour at the Singapore River. Okok. It might be the price. For that 45min river cruise, we paid only RM10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing was the fact that we did plenty of things that we could actually do in Singapore. Such as, watching a movie? Haha.. The Proposal. Extremely Funny Chick flick. It’s so good that its one of the (very) few movies that I have enjoyed in years. I must say that it is kind of hard to find a teddy bear-faced looking ang mo, and well, that movie has it. Its 8RM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm… we went to the arcade? Bball game. So tiring but that’s the only game that I really enjoy in the arcades anyways. Reminded me of my Taiwan trip where I got into level 4 there okie. Haha.. but im apparently not that ‘good’ (well, that’s not THAT good either) anymore.  A game for 1RM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. we continued into Dreamdb? It’s the Malaysian version of kBox. I seldom became so high singing. I was really happy then to be singing there, despite the remote control being really insensitive. We were wondering if people will start rolling their eyes if we sang some national day songs over there. Haha.. oh. This is a stupid secret: “I finally realized that Michael Learns to Rock has nth to do with Michael Jackson”. Okie. Do proceed to laugh if u must! =D one of my secretly embarrassing moments. That was till 2am. You will (almost) never catch me outside at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was Nyonya Baba House day in the morning. The guide at that place spoke with this pace and tone that made me feel ridiculously happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miao went for a whole body massage *woo~~*. HAHA. While Wen and I snuggled in this sofa snoozing. Shopping after that was a rush as we had to get back on time for the coach back. So yup. Didn’t buy much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it had been really fortunate to be able to make a trip down before school reopens. Otherwise, this holidays will be another one of those boring ones. Eh. Wait. I went Taiwan for my first holidays, going America for my second holidays. Oh. Wells. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2803942609429978708?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2803942609429978708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=2803942609429978708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2803942609429978708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2803942609429978708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/08/melaka-r-trip.html' title='Melaka=) the R&amp;R trip'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-1370550706880889007</id><published>2009-08-05T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:48:55.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>在树上唱歌</title><content type='html'>郭静的一首歌：在树上唱歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说的每个笑话我都笑了 是你变幽默 还是我变快乐&lt;br /&gt;好久不见你说我大不相同 偷偷告诉你 我的心去整形了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不想对每件事都那么严格 弄得全世界 好像只剩挫折&lt;br /&gt;爱一朵花不猜它能开多久 放宽了心情 把什么都变美了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- 会不会觉得字里行间都展现了一种幽默感？不过，感觉旋律虽琅琅上口，但稍嫌儿歌味太重。一首轻快的歌，听了心情愉悦=）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-1370550706880889007?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/1370550706880889007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=1370550706880889007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1370550706880889007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1370550706880889007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='在树上唱歌'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-8350545151916378802</id><published>2009-07-22T21:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:28:42.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was on July the 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great joy derived from the motivation to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people who thought themselves great scientist of the psychological world asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do we eat to live or do we live to eat" -- what a dumb question. really. they cant be chemist because chemist will draw a foreward and a backward arrow and tell them that both are occurring, just which is more dominant than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in any case, im an advocate for the latter, since I really love to eat. My friends know it. They stared at me grinning at my lovely 'har gao' when we first visited a proper chinese place in california. Then on, they knew that I love food. I adore them=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing a quick search through the Internet, I found this food journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aromacookery.com/2009/06/25/crab-buffet-dinner-ellenborough-market-cafe-swissotel-merchant-court/"&gt;http://aromacookery.com/2009/06/25/crab-buffet-dinner-ellenborough-market-cafe-swissotel-merchant-court/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which quickly led to a reservation there as part of Miao's 22nd birthday celebration. Mind you, it took us ages to decide because&lt;br /&gt;1. time constraint-- i am working and miao was too fully booked for the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;2. no options before that sounds interesting and exciting enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take time to look at the link above. I swear that you will salivate even in your dreams. okie. so I present to you the ULTIMATE CRAB BUFFET that only holds for 2 weeks a year, stood at 48++/pax at the Swiss'Otel Merchant Court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. can you imagine the excitement overflowing? CRABS CRABS CRABS CRABS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i dont even like crabs that much. Think that they are a chore to eat. But, just the thought of the pictures made me overlook that im totally unskilled at crabbinology. I was lucky to find abalone, superbly braised duck, fish cooked with what i believe is my favourite black bean sauce, along with durian-themed dessert that can satisfy any durian loving Singaporean. They somehow killed off the smelly after taste that durians sometimes leaves in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food aside, and I know that this is long overdue, Happy Birthday to Miao. Every year, her birthday tends to be the most well celebrated -- because we are overjoy to have her in our lives? stop kidding-- because it tends to fall on holidays. Mine's the worst since its really either right smack during exams or it will be during reading week which spoils any mood to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really funny how close friends like the three of us have not, after so many years, influenced one another over our choice of presents. haha. Miao loves "exotic stuff" and to be caught by surprise. She has the highest tendency to buy you a balloon with a Happy Birthday/buy flowers or something like that. Wen, likes to collect in a box of unrelated tiny things that are sillily(my favorite NEW word) cute. She might get you a unique styled dress with erm. jigshaw puzzle? For me, I always buy stuff that they can use (thats why im an engineer) plus some thing surprising (to cater to their taste). I think they prefer the random "side-dishes" that I buy more than the "main course"=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in any case, this entry is seriously long overdue and so I'm going to end it off with this "hey, lets stop reporting 'numbers' when we celebrate bdays. we arent young anymore"=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-8350545151916378802?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/8350545151916378802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=8350545151916378802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8350545151916378802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8350545151916378802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-was-on-july-9th.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-7722310192619494347</id><published>2009-07-19T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:37:32.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>成千的照片</title><content type='html'>顿悟。 没有回忆的照片，只不过是一张美丽的图案，肤浅，表面。是那触人心弦，引人回首，感叹光阴流逝的一纸记忆，才能钩起反复翻阅的价值。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-7722310192619494347?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/7722310192619494347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=7722310192619494347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7722310192619494347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7722310192619494347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='成千的照片'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-6422210250026792064</id><published>2009-07-12T17:15:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:25:33.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>尽兴</title><content type='html'>"Let the world be your Playground", says the pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the story ended previously with a painful wisdom uprooting experience. Thereafter, a few things had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these happened in the remaining part of June:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with me recruiting a friend into BioBiz. ahaha. Great psycho-ing skills on my part. He was surprised that I had became the Chair of the event. Yeah. It would have surprised me too. haha.. but yup. Darren, welcome to the team even though nothing is about to start as of yet=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a swim-coaching session with Wen. It was so crowded on a Saturday, with the next door stadium hosting what I believe to be the Youth Games Soccer match, with occasional "GOAL!!!" which made me kind of high-- the audience must be really captivated and engaged in the game. Not the usual "a group of men chasing after a ball".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with JC friends for what was supposed to be TJ-hawker-roti-prata-breakfast-gathering to see JY off for her exchange cum internship in Japan. BUT, the little girls, who were (still are) not used to Morning events were ALL late. To think that I was not even early. I was right on the dot and no one was there. In the end, we ate at Bedok Interchange Hawker instead and the angry me got free breakfast=p My face must be really black I think. haha.. AND JY didnt even come. Smack her when she comes back from Japan unless she bribes me with a nice gift=) Met Prema in at least 2 years since she went to Msia for her Medicine degree. We (aka glad pin me and Prema) went shopping at Robinsons warehouse sale. Managed to get a dress and a bag *Cheapo mind set to Calculator mode* Was amused when glad bought a hairband with a red feather on it. I mean, who ever buys hairbands with a red feather? Her dress sense has always been full of surprises (in the good way, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in July already:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Qin, Lucy (Finance Interns) and I finally managed an outing together. The previous trip to Clarke Quay for Fish and Chips were only between Wei Qin and I. And thanks to Wei Qin for her 'hardwork' in searching what I thought was 'hungry ghost go where.com' (misled by Lucy. Its supposed to be hungrygowhere.com), we managed to find a hawker with a well rated Stingray BBQ store at Teman Jurong. $10 for small and $13 for medium. In addition to the medium, we also ordered Sambal Kangkong and Prawn Rolls from another store that sells Zi Char. Stingray was seriously not bad but I had a pimples outbreak the next day=p Amazingly, Wei Qin didnt get us lost driving there without Vanessa and her 'sexy smoky voice'-- her GPS. Good job and Great Sense of direction, WeiQin. *laughs* I will try to forget the number of rounds you made at cityhall the last time u tried going for dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family outing on a Saturday to Marina Barrage. This is my first time there and I seriously love that place for its pro-family setting, great design and engineering wonders. I liked the night scene of the Flyer in the far end, with Sea Breeze keeping you cool. I liked looking at the ships out at sea packed with Cargo and heading to 'i-dont-know where'. Most of all, I liked watching little kids run around and daddys trying to teach their kids to fly kites on the green pasture. That place is really nice, but inconvenient. We were lucky as it was the first of the series of National Day Parade Rehearsals. There were fighter jets and helicopters with the Singapore Flag flying high. Then there was the Fireworks that we managed to catch a glimpse of when we reached Marina Bay MRT station (almost missed the whole of it). It is a beautiful place. Absolutely suitable for a pack of potato chips. So, I bought a pack of $5 lays=)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357509926499856050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/Slmy5JGnLrI/AAAAAAAAA9o/6ipkMzz1g6E/s320/DSCN3441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357511583226104370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/Slm0Zk47ijI/AAAAAAAAA-I/buhhrGiIChA/s320/DSCN3463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357510328066161938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SlmzQhDevRI/AAAAAAAAA9w/oMgXe_hN2rM/s320/DSCN3448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357510589788361858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SlmzfwC6lII/AAAAAAAAA94/P3b0ZmmQuig/s320/DSCN3449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357511035738459282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/Slmz5tVtDJI/AAAAAAAAA-A/KK_YXrAz9fI/s320/DSCN3454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357511998639588306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/Slm0xwbOQ9I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/MhnSzRIfqOE/s320/DSCN3477.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357513012841514146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/Slm1synzhKI/AAAAAAAAA-g/p8PygKyfn9k/s320/DSCN3496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner followed at Swenson's @PS. Salty, but I still loved the Fish Baked Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357513323328040338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/Slm1-3Rj7ZI/AAAAAAAAA-o/qKw3lW2mvFQ/s320/DSCN3510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357513661453845698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/Slm2Si5CRMI/AAAAAAAAA-w/k8tUiVDgGVk/s320/DSCN3511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357514142465993986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/Slm2uizRLQI/AAAAAAAAA-4/q6_uJYCZu-k/s320/DSCN3513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im not done yet with updating=) but this post is getting long. Yep. So I'll continue from here again the next time=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;努力过的人才懂得珍惜，付出过的人才懂得守护，悲伤过的人才懂得快乐， 原来负负得正的道理才是我们必须懂得接受的常识。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-6422210250026792064?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/6422210250026792064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=6422210250026792064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6422210250026792064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6422210250026792064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-world-be-your-playground-says-pig.html' title='尽兴'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/Slmy5JGnLrI/AAAAAAAAA9o/6ipkMzz1g6E/s72-c/DSCN3441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-4452494182222224065</id><published>2009-07-08T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:24:51.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pika's Graduation</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to pika for being the first in the family to graduate from NUS. With a first class honours, a quadratically improving CAP, a SAP that ended with a 5.0, and second in FYP project for the Chemistry cohort graduating Y2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CAP = -0.0062x^2 + 0.1417 x + 3.9629 (x = No. of semesters in NUS)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357501964966257026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SlmrpuFFYYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/VkhauedXubM/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f6e1531a1989160c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df6e1531a1989160c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331392457%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CB5B2A321F223E9E39119BC356126079CB58B6F.738D8E72CDA6932E3C2EA922AD464ECD1184F6A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df6e1531a1989160c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY8HCgbo3XyjtCOHMlL2BqIEVd7I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df6e1531a1989160c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331392457%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CB5B2A321F223E9E39119BC356126079CB58B6F.738D8E72CDA6932E3C2EA922AD464ECD1184F6A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df6e1531a1989160c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY8HCgbo3XyjtCOHMlL2BqIEVd7I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hope u enjoy yourself for the rest of your hols before the verdict is out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-4452494182222224065?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f6e1531a1989160c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/4452494182222224065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=4452494182222224065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4452494182222224065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4452494182222224065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/07/pikas-graduation.html' title='Pika&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SlmrpuFFYYI/AAAAAAAAA9g/VkhauedXubM/s72-c/Untitled-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-2425136959528107946</id><published>2009-07-03T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:42:38.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my~</title><content type='html'>i know shit happens all the time, but more of it happened today, starting the morning with a stalker uncle at jurong east, my 'initially-felt-lousily/wrongly choosen' FYP and of course some minor things that i couldn't answer properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of all the crazy things that happened, this must have healed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wei ling, i know it is not th right time to thank you yet. But honestly, i really wanna thank you for guiding me during my hardest and weakest point. Th time where i was the last in class. Th time when i do not know a single thing. You thought me everyth from scratch. Even if you had to repeat a dozen times, you will still do it with patience and th winning smile [: iloveyou so so much! I will work hard not only for me but also for my teachers, you and my parents [: i really improve tremendously. Thank you a million times. Lets work even harder since o level is coming XD see ya tml! I know this is kinda random but i just have to say it [:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit the spelling and grammatical mistakes, oh-my-goodness, you really touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should really consider becoming a teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2425136959528107946?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2425136959528107946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=2425136959528107946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2425136959528107946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2425136959528107946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my.html' title='Oh my~'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-6138998215235266759</id><published>2009-06-30T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:42:24.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>迷惑时，你会怎么做？</title><content type='html'>如果，坐在博爱座的你，前面站着小腹微凸， 脚踩平底鞋的女士，你会怎么做？&lt;br /&gt;记得有一次误会同事怀孕的时候，怪尴尬的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果是我，我会装作要下车，然后走到下一个车厢-- 不经意的将位子让出。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the indecisiveness in her eyes as she looked at the 'middle portion' of the lady. This is like sitting beside some one who is dosing off onto your shoulders. Do you wake them up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-6138998215235266759?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/6138998215235266759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=6138998215235266759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6138998215235266759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6138998215235266759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_30.html' title='迷惑时，你会怎么做？'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-2698927747803262402</id><published>2009-06-27T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:39:58.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心情</title><content type='html'>脑子快速转动。心脏瞬间停顿。&lt;br /&gt;吸气，我可以。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2698927747803262402?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2698927747803262402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=2698927747803262402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2698927747803262402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2698927747803262402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='心情'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-1452873950223602075</id><published>2009-06-25T22:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:04:47.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dawning in the sleepy head</title><content type='html'>Hello sleepy head. Its time to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting not just one, but several comments about my stagnant blog, about how there is no news about me, about how this is the holidays-- and holidays are for blogging. Kind hearted souls checking that I am still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pretty engaged in life. So much so that the virtual doesn't draw me as much as it once did. Im sure that this will only last through the holidays, what with Ella and Jerry coming up with a new drama and the television advertising for 绝对男友-- the concept behind its draw factor is basically the same as Meteor Gardens, perfection. The impossiblity has always been a huge chunk of my life. One reason why I adore Adidas more than any others. But anyway, life has been keeping me in and away from tubing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending my time over dinners and pepperlunches, occasional shopping with friends and family, drinks over BioBiz discussion, gatherings with JC friends and BioBiz 09 comm, squash that got my arms aching for a few days, first ever family steamboat gathering at my aunt's place-- specially for all the cousins-- which turned out great/fun. I guess as we grow older, we learn to carry ourselves with greater ease. 'Civilized' will be Lawr's word for it. Of course there is the listening to Miao blah on and on about her current nth Idol Zhang Yun Jing (abit of free publicity from me to her) and sleeping beside Wen on Miao's floor. Walking to the flyer, looking for non-existing cafes for dinner-- Jon should have done better than this haha.. Cheated into climbing Mt. Faber with food in mind only to be directed to Vivocity and further directed to the bus stop and more walking before dinner-- this is Glad. ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internship has been passing with much ease. Not feeling any impatience for it to end at all. Maybe experience do count in the endurance game, maybe its because I have friends or maybe its that my Sup is really nice. Ooo.. and of course I enjoyed the scandals ongoing.Greatest highlight of the daySS. Regardless, this has been the healthiest holidays ever. If you consider this "no. of work days= no. of trips to the gym", you'll see why=)People are starting to warm up to one another, smiling, saying hi and chit chatting. Isn't it just awesome when people try to communicate? Im slightly more than 5 weeks short of completion. Arms are in a current state of pain after being psycho-ed into trying the weights machines. Oh no. This is bad! haha. I am so going to book the massage chair next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little sorry towards my Indian friend whom I met in Cali. He dropped by on the way back to India and I couldnt meet him-- fact was, he facebooked me when I was working. How was I to reply?! Hope he drops by again. And of course, I'll hope that H1N1 ends soon so that not only can he feel safe coming here, but I can also go travelling abit. Miao said: go Taiwan, cos there's no H1N1. What a reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the month was a 'voluntary' 3-days break from work. My Wisdom tooth extraction had went erm... smoothly? Except for an inexperienced nurse dripping saline onto my nostril and neck, insufficient anesthesia for the first round and I had to stop the drilling to ask for more, the search of the root of the tooth that broke off that took ages, the strength in my bones holding on to my upper tooth and how 3 equipments were necessary to extract it. Otherwise, I guess its fine. I wasn't really freaking out and my heart was still pumping at the healthy rate. The swollen face and the stitches that restricted cheek muscle motion were the irritating ones. haha.. I officially labelled myself as the 猪头! This evil soul in my friend kept texting me weekly to ask if I have extracted the other side yet. NOPE! sl better stop cursing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时还是会觉得是在孤军奋战。这是种困扰。尤其在大声喧嚷独立理性之后，才赫然发现原来直觉还是缺乏点安全感。背着第六感干活，始终有点战战兢兢。当然，都被强行压在心底了，因该会很顺利=）&lt;br /&gt;最近，在流动电视上看到了一句自己觉得满有道理的一句话：朋友就是同时居住在两具肉身里的灵魂。哈哈。单用念的就觉得真是很有感觉! 一下子让我有墨水了起来。&lt;br /&gt;还是想念好友三不五十的小聚会，单纯多，亲切多。尴尬时，习惯性的撒撒小谎。 傻笑，真的不是我的作风。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have this feeling that I have a tendency to be ultra vague when blogging in Chinese. Alot of feelings come and go, plenty of thoughts that weren't pen down. People come and go, you meet new ones and try very hard not to forget the old ones. Living in the present and living in the past, you choose the moment or the sense of continuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I'm super sleepy now. After few hours of scandals discussion with OY and total entertainment from dong fang zhi zhu -- when i type han yu pin yin, it means im really tired-- im so going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-1452873950223602075?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/1452873950223602075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=1452873950223602075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1452873950223602075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1452873950223602075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/06/dawning-in-sleepy-head.html' title='dawning in the sleepy head'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-6387408212913352566</id><published>2009-05-16T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:18:13.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I said this is MINE</title><content type='html'>With the end of my exams, I waved goodbye to my 3rd year in NUS (I hope). The last finals was crap but yeah, keeping fingers cross that it will all go smoothly. 2 weeks to the result release. haha... nevermind. such mind boggling stuff are NOT important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with year 2 when I was involved in organizing FLV, BioBiz and did an internship at IS, year 3 had been a... fun-filled, relaxed and totally enjoyable year. haha.. First up! EXCHANGE programme. I seriously think that it must have been the BEST time in my ENTIRE LIFE. A DJ on 98.7 said that we should never talk about good food, good movies or dreams over a dinner party. Because these are the little things that ONLY YOU had the first person's perspective and your friends will be painfully waiting for you to finish reinacting the scene. And since, the exchange was mine, maybe I should just keep mum- which is such a shame. As I type this, I can just about FEEL my heart FLYING back to America. haha.. then of course, there was BioBiz, where I did get to learn so much this year, much unlike last year. This year had been extremely fun with all the funny beings on the team. Abit of a regret not being able to know more of you better. Year 3 is ending with this Internship that Im doing now at MSD. First week was just over and I'm still not too sure how I'll eventually fit in. But lets see. I think I'll do just fine=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, 98.7 was just broadcasting about why daddys love to give their daughter's boyfriend a bad/hostile time when they are visiting for the first time. Points noted:&lt;br /&gt;1) disparity in level of commitment expected and given to the relationship&lt;br /&gt;2) differing regard to the formality of the parent-meeting session&lt;br /&gt;3) always sound interested and engaged in conversation. ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;4) touchy couples are a no no. it was said that daddy will draw the guns if the boyfriend attempt more than the hands&lt;br /&gt;Concluding: daughters remain LITTLE PRINCESSES of the daddy not in the literal sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my 'not-that-humble' opinion, this is what we know as possessiveness. haha... this weird mentality and segregation of things into 'mine' and 'not mine'. So, what is mine is mine to keep and do kindly ask for permission if you do require me to share or loan. I can consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, in simple terms: We often hear of 恋弟情节， 恋母情结 and all the other weird emotions that people can have with regards to other members of the family. This is NOT a promotion for 乱伦in all sense because I think that that is just disgusting. But when you grew up thinking that this person had been attached to your name, shared by the other family members and no one else, context changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this NOBODY comes along and say: hey, your daughter is MY girlfriend. The first thing that pops up will be 'like NO?! She is my daughter!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the most important thing is actually to show that you are NOT taking her AWAY, but rather, displaying a commitment that you will be a good match for her and to 'share' or 'license' or 'franchise' this entity known as a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, you realise that you are more willing to share but less willing to give. Most importantly, you do not snatch or act like a pirate. Otherwise, be prepared for a pull-hair-fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, daughter-in-laws and sons-in-laws, do demonstrate some form of sensitivity. As with the billions/trillions of married couples out there, I believe that dealing with the in-laws is not that much of an impossibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-6387408212913352566?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/6387408212913352566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=6387408212913352566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6387408212913352566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6387408212913352566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-i-said-this-is-mine.html' title='And I said this is MINE'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-3722232921227459223</id><published>2009-04-28T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:57:49.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work-related-ness</title><content type='html'>I am happy, excited, over the prospect of working during the holidays. Miao will have something to say. Like how Im always working or doing something. haha.. I am undeniably a workaholic to SOME extent. Just the thought of lazing around for 2 months can send me into a panic attack. Like gosh, what am I to do with the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typical workaholic definition, as we understand from our trustworthy TV dramas, are the guys who work till late at night IN the office and probably neglecting his girlfriend. Such dramas will go on to propose that this hardworking guy will end up breaking up with his grilfriend and meet the girl of his dreams one midnight at 1am outside a convenience store near his office on the way to buy coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, typical workaholic depiction for the other gender generally revolves around a woman, married with ONE kid (no time to have more), who places work above child and family. Who is always on the phone with someone asking her to return to office-- which she will, despite her child running a fever and despite her husband asking her not to go. And the guy is so much victimized. I'm sorry that you married a girl who likes OUTDOOR activities. Yeah, and stop that tears welling into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, it is much more acceptable for guys to work work and work. Girls fall for them because they are serious with their life, dependable and as the saying goes: 脚踏实地. Girls blame them for having too little time for the family or in general, for HER, but couldn't bring herself to fault him for trying to bring home more money. Given a married couple, the wife will NEVER bring herself to divorce on these grounds. The BREAK UP-- only to end with a happy story of the guy finding a true love-- only happens when both are single but UNAVAILBLE(SBUs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the issue comes WHEN the gender roles changes. DIVORCE occurs when the wife works hard because, well, no one asked for you to bring back the money. You are the one choosing to work so hard and neglecting your role of a 成功男人背后的女人. In that case, you ASKED FOR IT. SBUs are NOT an issue at all because, whoever will fall for a girl who can't be at your beck and call?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, workaholism in a girl is really undesirable. Married or not, you stand to lose everything and gain nothing. Really, kick the habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT speaking from experience or my friend's or whoever so to speak. Just have this vague recollections of a kind-hearted friend giving me the advise. His neighbour is a single lady who earns alot-- but WHATS THE POINT?! Thats what HE said. I can't summon so much agitation over such issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Either way, as I am now craving to visit Susan in Ningbo or Hongkong, I guess I'm not that much of a workaholic. I just need activities, not work. Oh. and add in the money from working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams tomorrow! Wish me luck=) Gambate!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-3722232921227459223?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/3722232921227459223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=3722232921227459223' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/3722232921227459223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/3722232921227459223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-related-ness.html' title='Work-related-ness'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-4050371163285632820</id><published>2009-04-17T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:53:14.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes to waste time (if u get this)</title><content type='html'>It is funny how I can mistaken my examination dates.&lt;br /&gt;29th - Finance FIN2004&lt;br /&gt;2nd- Business Law BSP 1004&lt;br /&gt;2nd- Managerial Accounting ACC2002&lt;br /&gt;6th- Management Science DSC2003&lt;br /&gt;7th- Asia Pacific Business BSP2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unimpressed with myself recently. How I can be totally not-rara when i am supposed to be. all the bad timings. Many things to reflect on. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some funny things that i wrote and sent to my dear darling Susan already. Aint gonna repeat them here. but anyway, Shao Nini, it was really nice reading your card. Do imagine me with my big wide grin yeah? I think my card to you is quite funny too. Wait for it to come=) I miss the walk along El Colegio to school. this long 40 min walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to start planning for the holidays to make myself look forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-4050371163285632820?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/4050371163285632820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=4050371163285632820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4050371163285632820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4050371163285632820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/04/hopes-to-waste-time-if-u-get-this.html' title='Hopes to waste time (if u get this)'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-1552964907795707511</id><published>2009-04-05T08:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:47:40.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Loads of Smiles</title><content type='html'>Very quick updates. About how happy my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets first start off with having loads of time and self declaring holidays:) other than 2 more ppt and 1 tut, and of course exams, i have nothing else on hand. how nice is that?! so i have been entertaining myself with dramas and simply not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramas. How my faves BOF show ended without excessive dragging and I declare that Lee Min Ho can act. Can also see the significant improvement in the other F3s in the show. I mean, initially I was like. gosh. what is this guy trying to do. Then at the end, I was quite satisfied by their acting. So that has to be quite substantial right. In all, it wasnt draggy, the actors can act and they look good. What else do you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BioBiz 2009 ended with loads of good comments especially from the participating companies. I sure hope that next year will be smooth sailing as well. The most important thing I believe is that all of us had a good time working with one another. haha.. Full of smiles thinking of them. The 2 mth infant joke really sticks. But right now, I'll have to spend some time finding the next comm and thinking abt what we want to do:) Alot of learning and brainstorming post event. Never realised that there were so many things we could have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great SDU plan is in making. Just thinking about it makes me happy. I really think quite smart eh. haha.. but dont know if it will work out. eheh! lets hope it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great lab partners who entertained and allowed me to entertain them relentlessly. Tomorrow is the last presentation. haha.. fingers cross that I will not drag them down. haha..goodness. It feels great not having to worry about lab at all:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a clever tuition kid. I know she is clever but she missed the hardwork part in sec 3. so yup. lots to cover for this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my accounting group mates for dabao-ed lunch at the usual benches is really cool. at least I dont have to eat on my own and they are really nice and spontaneous. haha.. Indian Indian, Malay, American, Vietnamese and me. The multi national group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for 2 concerts this semester. Both dances. One free sort part of the pre-NUS-Arts-Festival thing and another one by Wen. can feel the joy radiating from the dancers. Seriously not cut out for it otherwise, it'll be cool to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Miao for lunch a number of times (like maybe 4-5 times) and Wen twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Glad's house for housewarming with Pin. The house looks really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!! I saw this guy drinking Meiji strawberry milk with a mini straw! not sure why this is funny but it really did make my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the AB flirting with the same girl twice. HAHA. Don't know why, its just not nice to interrupt and also its like the see-this-is-what-he-ought-to-be-doing sort of like ah-ha-caught-you feeling. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group mate got stunned by me when I turn up in t-shirt, jeans and flip flops for class. he said that I usually look more formal than this. It took him a while to have that spark of recognition on his face. I guess he is just stunned (by the lok kok me). and I just love seeing that. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rep from a participating company was surprised that BioBiz was ran by students. She thought that we we working (meaning we are professional) but look REALLY REALLY YOUNG. HAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOO.. and I stood at the school busstop waiting for my bro's fren's car to pick me up eh! seeing 95 pass by and 96 pass by. haha.. so happy! lalala.. IM NOT BOARDING:) i literally hopped onto the car. (this was yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to start planning for the holidays! if not i'll just be so bored then. hee. for all the great plans that are about to begin and for all the funny things that are about to happen=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-1552964907795707511?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/1552964907795707511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=1552964907795707511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1552964907795707511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1552964907795707511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/04/with-loads-of-smiles.html' title='With Loads of Smiles'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-1534523445004304344</id><published>2009-03-21T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:50:39.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>sometimes, we can never really know another person. sometimes, we do not even know ourselves. sometimes, through some event, u realise a new perspective to your character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i do with the stress. what do i do with the people. what do i do with the politics. what do i do with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i do with the conflicts. what do i do with the happiness. what do i do to nurse the hurt. what do i do to grow tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we all grow up, we grow to be protective. to show a side of yourself being independent, being strong and being able to take a stand. but, what if, doing it for the sake of doing it, you hurt someone that might be genuinely concern. what if insecurity shows, what if guilt shows, what if unhappiness show. do you really care for them or are you only obsessed in your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, for who i am, totally suck at patching things up. i, was born, being weak at the heart and soul and just wanted to make people happy. i, as i am, tries to avoid conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i say that i am happy, i am happy. i cant fake excitement too often as it tires me out. if i cant say something nice, i'll just keep mum. tested and proven, i am learning to outgrow the one who is there just to please. at the same time, i wish for someone who really is concern to be frank, honest with me and being totally sweet about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told a friend that he is not someone to keep in touch with people for it is against his nature. but as of the past week, i realised that im talking about no one but myself. this selfish being within that puts up a front at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, in my world, some people do matter more than the others. im surprise at how well im dealing with or dealt with making new friends, sticking with different friends, like some sort of social butterfly, but never really making a close one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank the permenants in my life, for giving me the courage to venture and knowing that when im tired/sad, you guys will always be there and stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say that at times, i am really disappointed. that the close do not understand. that they suspect. that they dare not believe. that they do not rely. that they make me tired... that they make me guilty for not being not being who they want me to be or be what they think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am glad that i have friends who were with me for but a brief few months, who found me dependable, who found me stronger than i look, who found that i have an extremely good temper (they are trying to make me explode), who are completely frank with my flaws and in return, allow me to be absolutely frank as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may seem to be very neutral, but if i am, thats what i feel. if i laugh, im trying to be friendly. if i shout at you, it may be an endearment (i do not shout at just anyone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the fakeness in the world, i declare that they do not suit me. just try not to read too much into my actions and my words. they may not mean the way they sound IF you think you know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being thankful that i have friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-1534523445004304344?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/1534523445004304344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=1534523445004304344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1534523445004304344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1534523445004304344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/03/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-5890126230650526085</id><published>2009-03-14T07:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:14:16.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我要忍</title><content type='html'>最近常常做错事，说错话，惹人厌。 有时，连我自己也不明白，好脾气怎么会在一瞬间消失不见。心情就像运销飞车，（虽然我没坐过）， 高高低低。像是缺乏朋友，而不想容忍别人。真是的！那天真得很生气耶！-女人不理性的时候-&lt;br /&gt;真的真的， 终于还是发生了。我把与小学同学的约定时间给搞混了！还我没有赴约！害我其实还蛮期待的。&lt;br /&gt;果然还是笑笑的好。脾气一不好，LUCKY指数也会随之往下掉。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-5890126230650526085?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-9052082567649512056</id><published>2009-03-07T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:02:22.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>趣事</title><content type='html'>有一个男人，因为心爱的妻子过世了，伤心欲绝，罗患忧郁症。&lt;br /&gt;Viktor Frankl. ：试想象，如果是你先去世，你的太太会怎样？&lt;br /&gt;男子：噢！他一定会很难过！&lt;br /&gt;Viktor Frankl. ：所以你现在的痛苦，就是你为了保护你心爱的妻子而付出的代价。&lt;br /&gt;-- 痛苦的意义--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;家庭主妇的三大问题：&lt;br /&gt;1）做了看不到&lt;br /&gt;2）不坐看得到&lt;br /&gt;3）做也做不完&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-9052082567649512056?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/9052082567649512056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=9052082567649512056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/9052082567649512056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/9052082567649512056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_07.html' title='趣事'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-2494186037537878692</id><published>2009-03-04T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:21:33.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perspectives.</title><content type='html'>i think that this is a really good article. J.K Rowling's speech at Harvard graduation. New perspective and truthful truths. Do take the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.news.harvard.edu/gazette/2008/06.05/99-rowlingspeech.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2494186037537878692?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2494186037537878692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=2494186037537878692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2494186037537878692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2494186037537878692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/03/perspectives.html' title='perspectives.'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-6990732724763551964</id><published>2009-03-01T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:21:52.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>蠢事一桩</title><content type='html'>有些事是需要学习的。就像当时的面试一样。做了蠢事。 早犯错好过迟犯。&lt;br /&gt;原来我毕竟有点白痴。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-6990732724763551964?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/6990732724763551964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=6990732724763551964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6990732724763551964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6990732724763551964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='蠢事一桩'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-448830932343535100</id><published>2009-02-27T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:06:38.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心情</title><content type='html'>跟朋友聚聚，有时候真的能让心情愉快。不必太多客套，大家都有固定的相处模式。轻松，写意。&lt;br /&gt;说谎，隐瞒的时候，我会内疚。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-448830932343535100?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/448830932343535100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=448830932343535100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/448830932343535100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/448830932343535100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_27.html' title='心情'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-3813656195279067588</id><published>2009-02-26T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:38:02.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>有一种我似乎做错了什么的感觉。 是种不安。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-3813656195279067588?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/3813656195279067588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=3813656195279067588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/3813656195279067588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/3813656195279067588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-5108632656043851863</id><published>2009-02-24T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:07:16.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心情愉快</title><content type='html'>this swing of pendulum. sometimes i do not even understand myself. what more others. haha. self-search can be quite exciting huh.&lt;br /&gt;just to annouce that my laptop fan and keypad is here!!! haha.. so i'll go get it fixed up tmr. yay:)&lt;br /&gt;im pretty tired eh. coming from me it means 'reserve low' aka over expenditure of highness at home. sing~a~song sing~a~song. gets really happy making fun of people and singing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;likes the rain pitterpatting and the smell of it.&lt;br /&gt;likes lying on my mom's laps watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;likes doing the lok kok attire to school thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-5108632656043851863?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/5108632656043851863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=5108632656043851863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5108632656043851863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5108632656043851863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_24.html' title='心情愉快'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-8206284404244704279</id><published>2009-02-23T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:31:16.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee Min Ho. sigh.</title><content type='html'>totally uncontrollably sucked into this whirl of childishness with melted chocolate and cotton candy behavior over this person on the screen who is probably a man-made master piece. sigh. illogical logic. thats why i always say that a girl thinks with the heart and not the brains. unless she doesnt like u enough.&lt;br /&gt;continuing from the contradicting female behavior.&lt;br /&gt;its like why she comments that oh your girl-friend is so pretty but hopes that you will not fall for her.&lt;br /&gt;its like why she wears high heels despite proclaiming that comfort is the most important.&lt;br /&gt;its like why she wants someone who is humorous but knows how to keep shut when she doesnt feel like talking.&lt;br /&gt;its like how she likes a handsome guy but dont want a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. kinda thinking about these recently but i forgot some of the examples that I have thought of. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-8206284404244704279?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/8206284404244704279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=8206284404244704279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8206284404244704279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8206284404244704279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/02/lee-min-ho-sigh.html' title='Lee Min Ho. sigh.'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-2836351929049429692</id><published>2009-02-21T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:30:45.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toast to the waffle=)</title><content type='html'>I treated myself to this very random peanut butter waffle at clementi and totally marvelled at how nice it can taste. this kid ordered 'plain'. after he saw MY waffle, he said to the storeowner "auntie, can u change my plain waffle to peanut butter waffle?"---- he totally made my day.&lt;br /&gt;I promise i'll do my readings. sigh. I mean, I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;yay. housewarming and nice coffee shop food and possibly dinner out for xiao long bao. ---- my idea of fun out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Read on the papers that women are contradicting species. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2836351929049429692?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2836351929049429692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=2836351929049429692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2836351929049429692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2836351929049429692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/02/toast-to-waffle.html' title='toast to the waffle=)'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-2043212928640120107</id><published>2009-02-19T08:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:35:45.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>肤浅</title><content type='html'>I LOVE MONEY. HAHHAHAHAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy we got it. 讲真的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2043212928640120107?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2043212928640120107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=2043212928640120107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2043212928640120107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2043212928640120107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='肤浅'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-4087133767767092768</id><published>2009-02-14T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:37:38.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent sparks</title><content type='html'>Just talk to them. They will forget who you are in a blink. So it doesn't matter if u make a mess of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing scary about big brands. If you apply and don't get it, fine. But if you get it, it looks perfect on the resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having a date doesnt mean that I have to dress like I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal fave "HELLO EVERYONE. THIS SMS serves to DISTURB everyone who is dating, chilling out or partying. enjoy youselves! RMB. if u r drinking,don't drive. HAHAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;really think people with such good sense of rhythm are cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-4087133767767092768?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/4087133767767092768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=4087133767767092768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4087133767767092768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4087133767767092768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/02/recent-sparks.html' title='Recent sparks'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-8109429919285285825</id><published>2009-02-12T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:58:48.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instantaneous Prioritizing</title><content type='html'>想吃翡翠小笼包：）&lt;br /&gt;想念和朋友哈啦&lt;br /&gt;想小歇片刻&lt;br /&gt;想要惊喜&lt;br /&gt;开心地笑=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-8109429919285285825?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/8109429919285285825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=8109429919285285825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8109429919285285825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8109429919285285825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/02/instantaneous-prioritizing.html' title='Instantaneous Prioritizing'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-7044464407543060625</id><published>2009-02-08T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:06:20.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screen</title><content type='html'>Nevermind abt the missing Boston New York and Washington, will write abt them when im free. Havent blogged in such a long time i was feeling quite lost trying to view my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im surprised that I got into the Deans List last sem on exchange. But anyway, my dad said "this kind of grades also can get in arh" =p apparently its not too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt the weakness building up. I really don't expose my weakness that much except to a minority few. At times I think I can be quite a bitch to work with. Being friendless this sem makes me treasure the time we spent together even more. I just don't understand whats with people strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Im swallowing the self-emo-ing and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had a wonderful month since im back from SEP. Just feeling the emo-thing like now. Other than that, im really good. Quite a number of nice things which I might talk about soon.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that matters. For all who matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every breathe, i feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-7044464407543060625?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/7044464407543060625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=7044464407543060625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7044464407543060625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7044464407543060625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/02/screen.html' title='Screen'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-4796084291727978244</id><published>2009-01-02T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:18:58.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>This was my first encounter with snow. This white thing that actually looks like the pentagonal flakes often depicted. It may be nice, it may be pretty, but the fact that it has to be very cold for it to snow, spoils the whole experience. It was SO cold. It didn’t help that the hostel was not in a very prominent spot. We dragged our luggage through the snow, up and down the streets and well, it was our first stop in travelling. Not much experience there. I still found the fact that we were half stranded kind of funny though. People in Chicago were really nice. It was 2am in the morning and it was bitter cold and they offered directions and one even stopped to ask if we need a phone to call someone because ‘you should get out of the cold’. This is the first impression of Chicago, and my, did it paint a very good impression on the Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold, I reiterate. Most of the outdoor theme park-areas were closed at Navy Pier. There was a Christmas exhibition with kiddy Magic show, huge x’mas trees, Santa Claus statues from the various countries and cookie design (which we did for $2). This lady working at the navy pier saw me taking a photo of the snow from the inside of the building.&lt;br /&gt;‘Why don’t you go out and I’ll take a photo for you?’&lt;br /&gt;“But it’s so cold.”&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ll be very quick!’&lt;br /&gt;Felt that that was really thoughtful and kind of her to offer to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping was done on Michigan Avenue where we finally get to see shopping centers in America. The usual shops though, nothing much worth mentioning. Right next to the shopping area was the Museum of Contemporary Arts. I’m not exactly the artsy fartsy sort of person and I will not pretend that I comprehend what I was looking at. But I distinctly remembered seeing an artwork done by a rising artist from Singapore. There was this silly joy associated with seeing this familiarity and tiny pride that ‘hey, we aren’t that bad you know!’ But emotions aside, it was an art work that commemorates all the missing people in out society- literally missing. There after was my second encounter with The Cheesecake Factory (after the first time in San Francisco) which had been nice too with the Vanilla Cheesecake. But it once again proves that I just don’t learn, because once again, I ordered a main course and had to box up half of it in order to stuff my cheesecake into my bloated belly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, anyone who has ever considered travelling to Chicago would have heard of the Millennium Park. I suppose it must be a huge garden/park with loads of Museums and Statues planted throughout. The park wasn’t closed for winter. But the fact was none of us could tolerate more than 10min out in the cold (despite wearing the full gear- thermals, hat, coat, scarf, gloves). So we had to restrict our understanding of the park to the brief 10min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving indoors brought us (with some effort) to the Cultural Centre where we took a tour of the building. Things that we have never noticed before were explained to us, such as using long columns on wall marble to make the ceiling of one room look higher than the other, the seashell ‘trademark’ design of Tiffany glass and the design of the Chicago windows (long floor-to-ceiling window adopting the shape of 3 sides of an octagon). The architecture in Chicago was really rich, just like the history behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was at the annual German Christkindlemarket (a marketplace by the Germans) with German bratwurst and Sauerkraut (sour cabbage). Oh. Breakfast was the left over from the Cheesecake Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on to watch a theatre – A very neofuturistic Christmas Carol at the uptown area of Chicago. I really must say that the environment was not that nice. It was dark and you got to go up a flight of steps (much like our terrace houses) and the theatre was right beside a Funeral Chapel. Like ‘hello! I’m Asian and I’m a little bit superstitious.’ They had a Christmas tree decorated with fake skeleton and the people there were hyperactive (I suppose its because they are from theatre). What am I to think?! It was one of those shows that I laughed at and enjoyed myself at the most. The way they interact with the audience and the same-frequency-sense of humor had truly left an impression. Despite the simple tools, it was the zest and energy that they put into portraying the Christmas Carol that really mattered. I wonder if they really did send out the chicken sandwich (to replace a turkey) to the mother-in-law of one of the audience. It would be really cool if they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greektown breakfast was the first time I really viewed upon the Greeks as a different ‘race’ because I have never really known what they were like. But the conclusion is that – they can cook, It is a family-run business and everyone is very relaxed and at home in the shop, whichever counter they were at. We then took a quick walk around the Printer’s Row neighborhood where I again, for the first time, entered an antique book store. Found out that I’m particularly interested in reading up on the relationships between the blacks and the whites and their history. Each book there could cost a few thousands or so I was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on the most interesting trip ever to Chinatown where we found durians and gave Liesbeth a treat in durians for her to try it. It was flown in from Thailand and it was frozen. The shop owner had to use the ‘cleaver’ to CHOP up the durians. When its frozen, it taste just like ice cream- cold and sweet. Of course we had Chinese food and my salted-fish fried rice=) Liesbeth’s rice noodles (hor fun) looks weird. Its like fried and its thick like a kuey. We also showed her to the Japanese snack shop and brought her into Chinese herbal shops to explain Bird’s nest, Sharksfin, Ling Zhi, Ginseng and stuff like that to her. It’s good to know that there are things that we take for granted that are not exactly that common in other people’s world.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Institute of Arts- free admission on Thursday 5-8pm. There were many different categories but a lot revolved around Christianity and you could really see the proliferation of the religion in the European and American countries and states. I particularly like this portrait. I believe that the part most difficult to capture on a drawing is the eyes. This one looked like he is smiling at me. I couldn’t help it but to smile back at him. A drawing that made me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, we concluded our first trip out of California. More to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-4796084291727978244?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/4796084291727978244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=4796084291727978244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4796084291727978244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4796084291727978244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2009/01/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-4533072660726375228</id><published>2008-12-25T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:59:47.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>Separation - A&lt;br /&gt;Numerical Methods- A-&lt;br /&gt;Process Dynamics- A-&lt;br /&gt;Engineering Cell Biology- A-&lt;br /&gt;Macro Economics- B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. my satu B curse. Remained unbroken.&lt;br /&gt;No change in CAP since everything is S/U-ed.&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't think I study very hard especially since I was chatting alot and my TBs remained fingerprint-less. But somehow, the grades didn't suck as much as I expect them to. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. I passed my Social Dance class=) can't remember a thing now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-4533072660726375228?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/4533072660726375228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=4533072660726375228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4533072660726375228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/4533072660726375228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/12/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-1539528602074317923</id><published>2008-12-25T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:46:46.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas- city of sin.</title><content type='html'>Im doing this in boston. After being to vegas, going through my exams and after the Chicago trip. Haha.. I know that this is pretty back dated. Going to split the post up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. Lets start with vegas- the city of sin! Haha.. and u see how it gets its name. being there, there is this sense of being very detached from reality. Buildings are designed with special themes like new york’s statue of liberty, Hollywood, Eiffel tower in paris and stuff like that. All the lighting and the glamour to mask the fact that people are indeed probably suffering. The things you do there? Gamble, drink, shop and spend like you THINK you are a rich kid. The rich male lead who appears only in drama. Sex is very much the IN promotion. There are HUNDRED of people giving out cards (advertisement) to provide channels to contact hot babes should you need one tonight tomorrow night or just whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its glamour with an empty shell. Its vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoyed myself. For one, imagination is a powerful tool and I do believe that indulging in your dreams is a very natural thing to do there. And so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around vegas, I marveled at the architecture. How difficult must it have been to calculate the perfect ratio and angle to support the structures and the building. There were just rolls after rolls of hotels all with a special theme. And yes, we were sight-seeing hotels.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambling is common. I stuck to slots. And since my hotel –Monte Carlo had a promotion to give me 20USD credits, I got to play by putting none of my money on the table. And I got back 23USD!!! Haha.. which is rare since most people usually lose. So technically I should have gotten less than 20 back. Lucky~ where I was staying, it was $5 minimum bet at the tables if you are playing poker etc etc. I saw at Bellagio (another hotel) that theirs was $500 minimum=) nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffets are not cheap, but affordable. A normal one would probably cost ~ 12-20USD. Had one at the Eiffel tower and one at my hotel. Loads of sea food which I completely missed ever since coming to America. Crabs and shrimps. Thinking about they made me real hungry. There were desserts, breakfast, meat etc etc etc. Despite most preferring the buffet at the paris hotel, I actually liked the cheaper one at my hotel. At the very least, I think they make better dessert and their fish is fresher. Know how particular am I with my dessert and my fish. =p well, the guys ate a lot (except Kenny) but its so ‘bo hua’ for the girls la. Jia lat but enjoyable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Canyon/ Hoover dam tour. This was a career-induced problem. When we were told that the real big hole at the dam is to drain excess water should the dam exceed the critical level, I started thinking ‘whoa. Such a huge hole. So the flow rate will probably.. the pressure in the hole and the atmosphere… And I did the freaking fluid mechanics ‘square box flow in flow out turbulence’ kind of model in my head. Bad. The dam is very basically a concrete structure built across water. Haha.. aint having too much to talk about the dam. It may have been really impressive in the past, but I think its technology should be pretty common now. Canyon was COLD COLD COLD. Literally freezing our fingers off. The hole in the ground as it is most commonly described as is impressive. Grand. So huge. The sunlight shines forming distinct layers and shades on the walls and you just have to see it. I can’t help but think about the swordfighting novels that I was once so obsessed with. Like.. they had condors there! I’m serious. And so.. maybe Yang Guo and Xiao Long Nu were staying at the base on the canyon with their Shen Diao. So, we were reciting ‘wen shi jian qing wei he wu, zhi jiao ren sheng si xiang xu’ at the canyon. It was all nice until a friend tripped and cut herself and had to get stitches. It was freaky looking at the wound 5cm long and 0.8 cm deep. But at the canyon, far from everything, I just had to pretend to be calm and clean the wound for her. No point having 2 people shivering right. Glad that all’s well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dressed up for the show at the $500-minimum-bet-hotel, Bellagio. It’s a performance called ‘O’ by the circus cirque de Soliee. It was really cool with live band and choir at the 2 rooms beside the stage. The stage has water like a pool where the performers can dive into. And yet, mechanisms had it such that at times, performers will be able to ‘walk’ on the water! Meaning that there must be a platform beneath the water that rises and falls as required! How cool is that. From what I was thinking, there must be at least half a dozen mechanisms around the stage! I must admit that I was too tired from the previous day and didn’t have the energy to comprehend the show. But the engineering parts, I’m truly impressed. Of course, the show is extremely good. Its just too abstract for me. Still nice to watch though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also free shows around. We managed to catch the one at Treasure island. They had real fireworks, ships that can half sink, cannons that can set the ships ‘on fire’! Real fire. The thing that totally ‘swept me off my feet’ was when the fireworks came on unexpectedly and I could suddenly understand why the female lead in those dramas are touched by such romantic scenes. Im usually not very romantic, but at that time, I was really pleasantly surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, allow me to introduce shopping on Black Friday. Its absolutely the best day to do your shopping. Black Friday is the Thurs-Friday transition right after Thanksgiving (which commemorates harvest when the Europeans who came to America were first taught the technique by the American Indians ie, natives. Crazy sales were ongoing. How cheap? Adidas sports shoe for 20USD, AX dress for 15USD etc etc. Cheap enough to make Lawr spend a whole 700USD on shopping. SEVEN HUNDRED ok?? If I don’t have a budget, I would have splurged! But its okie, I’ll do more shopping when I’m at New york city- 0 sales tax. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas may be a city of Illusions but it is definitely somewhere that one would have to experience to understand. Great retreat to help you forget the headaches from the real life and just bum around for a while. Know your limits and you should do really fine in Vegas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-1539528602074317923?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/1539528602074317923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=1539528602074317923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1539528602074317923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1539528602074317923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/12/vegas-city-of-sin.html' title='Vegas- city of sin.'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-635356687332735490</id><published>2008-12-08T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:51:40.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im going slightly ahead of time. Skipping the part about Vegas and travelling first. its exams. 5 finals in 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it kinda irritating. at myself. w/o the pressure of the DDP and the scholarship, cant i find enough self discipline to study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-635356687332735490?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/635356687332735490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=635356687332735490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/635356687332735490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/635356687332735490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-going-slightly-ahead-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-3377274206562019951</id><published>2008-11-18T06:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:39:51.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just felt that it is a nice breather that befits the updating of my blog. ~phew.&lt;br /&gt;okie. latest news first. I just cui-ed my 7th( and final) mid term just 10minutes ago. but lets not dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. American election. wah. From the perspective of a Singaporean, the stark difference is obvious. Most Singaporeans are probably not much into politics. Students are apathetic. Well, its amazing the unity and views expressed by the students here over the fight between Obama and Mc Cain. My neighbour was celebrating and cheering with each win of Obama (well, they are supporters of the democrats) and burst into an off-tuned American National Anthem after the final results were released. (never really heard the anthem before, but it just... cant be the way they sang it.. ). And so, the results showed triump of Obama over McCain in this election. The next day, this girl came into the study room with her friends and was agitatedly sharing how she felt that supporters of the Democrats could at least show some respect for the people who wanted Republic. No jeering at Mc Cain and stuff like that? About how America is the most diverse of all countries and they pride themselves for having the right to choose WITHOUT infringing on others' right. yada yada yada. and she WROTE a paper to express her views (i bet she must be from political studies). But yup, point being that, here, people actually care much more and actively seek the way they think things should be. Passive Singaporeans just doesnt seem so right anymore. I'm not going to comment on the political circle (because im one of those people who don't know much about it and couldnt care for it in the past), just saying here that its inspiring to see the way the Americans are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND on the 7th of November, my elder brother did the sweetest thing ever by sending me a parcel WITH A NOTE to wish a early happy birthday. I just held it and cried for 1 entire minute. haha.. I guess I was just very touched. Thats family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trip to San Diego!!! 8th to 10th November. Worked like crazy before going and worked like crazy again after going. San Diego is very much of a BIG peaceful city. Not much activities and energy in that place I think. Disclaimer: its just a personal feel. It might differ from people to people. But the transportation system was pretty comprehensive though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. day 1 spent in a place called OLD TOWN. Old town, as the name suggest, is very much of a natural heritage conservation site (much like our Chinatown, Little India etc etc). Its predominantly Mexican because in the past, California used to belong to Mexico (so obviously the conserved sites should be technically Mexican). Small shops and displays with slot of Mexican designed clothes, accessories and food, music and stuff like that. Lunch was Mexican as you might have guessed. and MY. the drinks are like... if i had to say, it is at least a E or F cup.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270050068196734882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SSL6nXdjt6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/mzxMrvR425o/s200/DSCN1170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270051646463090434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SSL8DO9lHwI/AAAAAAAAAzo/OaOuPzQKzSE/s200/DSCN1197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270050071993174002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SSL6nlmsx_I/AAAAAAAAAyw/jTeZQNxEKk8/s200/DSCN1179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;haha.. And then, we moved on to the Seaport Village in Downtown. The thing about downtown is that it is too similar to our Shenton way. Business District, with alot of EXPENSIVE hotels like Hilton, something and something (I cant rmb, but it was impressive then and there), side by side. Its one of the time u yearn to be able to stay inside there. haha.. Seaport Village is another place near the pier where you can see the sea, the cruises etc etc. Too many beaches over here and too many piers. But they remained nice to look at. Ben and Jerrys ice cream had been heavenly especially this new flavoured peanut butter stuff. Like omg. totally satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270051638706521634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SSL8CyERRiI/AAAAAAAAAzg/-ghuVQivCZM/s200/DSCN1245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2- More exciting because we went to the SeaWorld where there are the dolphins, seals, whales, sharks yada yada yada. I really have to say that the shows there are GOOD. The best out of the few that I have seen. Friendly Dolphins, Magnificent Whales, cheeky sealions. It is amazing, the interaction between the trainers and 'their animal'. I guess every trainer has only one animal and there is this trust that u can feel as u watch their performance. Its just COOL. If i ever go back to San Diego, it would be for the Seaworld. haha.. Going to let the photos do the talking here. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270050085894409634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SSL6oZZAzaI/AAAAAAAAAzA/k1f2FygZrMM/s200/DSCN1309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270050076056669874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SSL6n0vgzrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/flU24d0c5B4/s200/DSCN1300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270050090943600738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SSL6osM1WGI/AAAAAAAAAzI/0eoue9godTY/s200/DSCN1405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270051627370702690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SSL8CH1mZ2I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/n1znuODM9kQ/s200/DSCN1418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270051633894894114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SSL8CgJFqiI/AAAAAAAAAzY/XZHMM3m_2dU/s200/DSCN1425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but IF you are going there for the rides and stuff like that, as far as I recall, there was but ONE roller coaster and 3 kiddy flying space craft and rotating.. erm. cups? I was going to take photos of screaming people as they come but end up getting a whole lot of water splashed onto me instead. and knowing me. of course i didnt do the roller coaster. haha... its THAT obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3- the zoo. the second zoo that I have visited this year. This place is definitely bigger, with more animals and species. best of all, they have koalas and pandas. haha.. but alot of the novelty of the zoo was rubbed off by the trip to the singapore zoo after a whole 10 years. but anyway, back to koalas and pandas. haha.. the lazy animals were mostly sleeping or hiding somewhere in the caves and I really had this urge to take photos and post them as :" spot the animal in the picture". Because I REALLY COULDNT find them! I would have loved to sit there for one afternoon and just taking photos. haha.. Im still a photo freak. Just look at the little koala here (spent so long trying to take this shot):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270051648872463954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SSL8DX8BPlI/AAAAAAAAAzw/fRvlf9gsuT0/s200/DSCN1551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.. everything seem just nice and relaxing until. TADA. POOOOOO~~~ the amtrak went right past us without stopping. haha.. wow. hmm.. thats the last train from San Diego bakc to Goleta. so this is what happened: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) yayoi (japanese friend)'s friend from San Diego drove us to Solana Beach to change our tickets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Solana Beach amtrak to LA amtrak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) transit from LA amtrak to an amtrak bus at 910pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) reach santa barbara (last stop) at 1220am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) American friend drove us back from amtrak station to Home at 1230am&lt;/div&gt;（Thanks Hugh for driving us back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) home sweet home at 1245am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- all happened because we didnt realise that the amtrak only stops in that station during wkends and hols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does that sound? haha.. interesting and exciting right?? I was pretty.. ok at that point in time, making calls, checking schedules, thinking of options (maybe we should stay one more night? ) etc etc etc. Slow reaction again. haha. the next day at home, i started to feel panicky and the anxiety just built up. wah. super scared! haha.. slow reaction to the ultimate already=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So technically, we reached home 'tomorrow' which is a holidays (Veteran's Day) which is a day to commemorate all the soldiers that died in the war etc etc etc. but its really just a very nice holiday for me to study for my mid term the next day. haha.. and i was working like nuts for the n times since i came to America. Mid term, programming project, mid term. and now im done with all my mid terms (the last one was the one I messed up)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, there were the parties over the weekend: Party at Miki's place where I stayed only for 45min to rush to a BBQ organized by my Buddy. Observing how people from different culture interact is kinda interesting. haha.. the bbq was organized for members of this SB MEDIA group that does marketing (ie. publicity) and stuff like that and they were like Pro-Business-class sorta people. (few business classes available in UCSB) Now i realise how fortunate I am to be in the DDP and comprehen the opportunities that were opened up for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okie. the GREAT DAY~ My BIRTHDAY (gerbuerztag??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is kind of a dilemma. This Singapore time and American time thing. It seemed like my bday was exceptionally long (which explains my lo efficiency for the whole wkend and my messed up mid term).haha.. So it started with alot of wishes from friends in singapore. and then a chat with my family (when my dad ask me to draw numbers for 4D- super high tech right? ) and a chat with some friends from singapore ( who wished me at the american 12am- one of them was faster than my roomie!) and then lunch out with my 3 roomies at Silvergreens (pasta) and a party at night that showcased Lawrence's, Xiao yu's and Shinji's cooking abilities. Its really a vast improvement for Lawrence =p of course there was alcohol which i didnt really touched alot of (stinks and is bitter- hate it). Vodka with coca-cola (I don't like both, separate and together). pizzas, music, and erm. a personalised hairdying session schemed by Lawr, executed by Shinji and recorded by Kevin? omg. if its not for the fact that so many people were onlooking and waiting for the show, i wouldnt have let them do it. but well, its now erm... gold/brown in the center of the head and black on the sides. much like a circle within a circle. Indeed a birthday that I will not forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;二十一岁的感想：很多人问我觉得二十一岁有什么差别吗？我总是不知道该怎么回答。现在想想， 成年人的定义就是必须为自己和周遭的人负责吧！觉得不能再蹉跎岁月，过虚无缥缈的日子了！实在是觉得，染了头发，虽然幼稚得可以，但却象征似的让我摆脱很多的枷锁，很多觉得想做的事，现在都觉得可以那么做了。束缚减少了，责任变重了。头发自然是要染回（喜欢深色），只是象征嘛！苇琳长大了！从今儿后，孝顺父母，友爱兄弟，尊敬师长。。。。。=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;现在距离期末还不到一个月。。很快就必须离开这里，回家去！要懂得珍惜开阔视野的时机！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends having exams, JIA YOU!!! and good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因曾拥有过，才发现空缺- 没得就没失？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当没人能给予鼓励，可式着去拥抱自己。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-3377274206562019951?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/3377274206562019951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=3377274206562019951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/3377274206562019951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/3377274206562019951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/11/v.html' title='.V'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SSL6nXdjt6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/mzxMrvR425o/s72-c/DSCN1170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-5443047916523893734</id><published>2008-11-01T06:51:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:43:27.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The number of days between my post are increasing.. exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;ok. EXTREMELY Longggg post ahead. be warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at IV with Susan (rm mate) and both our buddies, Monica (mine) and Jamie. This is like a twin date hor? haha.. but its nice to have alot of people to add to the conversation and make everything more interesting. haha.. i might not be an interesting person to talk to mah. so just to play save=p we had Sushiya express (aka jap food). The thing about having a buddy is that you really get to interact with the Americans which i feel is really good. haha.. Susan's buddy brought us out for Indian food in Downtown. haha.. its really nice to have such 'Singaporean' food eh. haha.. It totally reminded me of home.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265348851244720338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJG4hjz4NI/AAAAAAAAAl0/R1TtZdDFJ-I/s200/DSCN0979.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and I have a very nice buddy! We went to the SB Mission another day and she was explaining to me all about the mission, who built it, the rituals in the church etc etc. haha..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265353656068514530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJLQM7EouI/AAAAAAAAAmE/B2O44RexGVY/s200/DSCN1034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; or rather, u can say that im very good at asking questions. Either way works. I really feel that that is the first time that im really touring SB. Its really a peaceful little town with its own heritage taht really ought to be appreciated. Absolutely a perfect place to settle down after retirement=p Oh. and there were 2 couples taking their wedding photos on that day. It was so pretty. I was saying. shit. i need a guy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265353675027502434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJLRTjP1WI/AAAAAAAAAmc/HF1whU8maQg/s200/DSCN1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265353670158190594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJLRBaUCAI/AAAAAAAAAmU/GEz_b2xvN94/s200/DSCN1042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265353663872280466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJLQp_op5I/AAAAAAAAAmM/r9fPGbTJjnM/s200/DSCN1037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265348861791412082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJG5I2Vn3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/87JAQmTGCJM/s200/DSCN0992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;*LAUGHS* Meeting Monica tomorrow again for dinner at Sushiya and going to an art exhibition with her on thursday=) I love having a buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventura Outlet Shopping was a hell of a sink for the American bills. Omg. the amount that i spent in Ralph Lauren alone could have supported my meals for half a month i think. Topped up with a few tops and a jacket. Its really starting to get cold. Its weird that the warm and cold days seem to be alternating. Its a confusing weather:) Splurged on dinner again at Chiles. I wanted to order Buffalo wings but its 'buffalo' right? I don't take beef. Ba. The buffalo wings are just like chicken wings without the bones la. Marinated with a sweet-sour apetizing sauce and completed with perfect deep frying. Mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. SAN FRANCISCO. 3 days 2 nights. Stayed with an American friend's house and her mom showed such hospitality! omg. her house has a swimming pool! and they had carpets everywhere, the toilets are all lacy and golden and rich in colour. This is better than a hotel. im serious. Thank you Heather~ and your mom and august (the dog) and marie (the cat). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265058920160547682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRE_MUGr02I/AAAAAAAAAkE/YEU6EZFkU8k/s200/DSCN0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265058928048786802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRE_MxfYzXI/AAAAAAAAAkM/hhdrcVTh3LA/s200/DSCN0658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1- &lt;strong&gt;Union Square and Chinatown&lt;/strong&gt;. BART makes it real convenient to travel in SF. its like the trains in singapore. Chinatown is chinatown. well. haha.. but the very exciting part is that you can absolutely get all the chinese stuff that u have been deprived of for just too long. Chinese tea leaves and barley! soy bean milk. haha..Union Square is a paradise for shopping. haha.. and you know what? Macy's (departmental store) was celebrating their anniversary! I got a good discount for my boots;) *winks* and then I went for a 'fitting'. well. haha.. erm. pretty personal but i realised that i have been wearing the wrong size of..clothes.. for a long time. erhmm. okie. FOOD again. &lt;strong&gt;THE CHEESECAKE FACTORY&lt;/strong&gt;. I cannot emphasize enough how much i LOVE this place. they have 30 types of cheesecakes and also serve the usual main course. Its SO good. I know some people might not comprehen my apparent love with cheesecakes. but this is the best i have ever had. Skip the main course! i so regretted not doing that. The main course was very good. just when u thought that nothing can top it, the cake is there to prove u wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265058936089132930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRE_NPcWv4I/AAAAAAAAAkU/bNsKYGSkpcM/s200/DSCN0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265058940152996258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRE_NelQYaI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CYDV2NL7SDI/s200/DSCN0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265058948833322322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRE_N-6zpVI/AAAAAAAAAkk/M9Z-mnfRtOc/s200/DSCN0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Day 2- Heather and her mom brought us around to places not reachable by BART. We went to &lt;strong&gt;Fishermen's Wharf&lt;/strong&gt;, which is really a pier area with lots of ships and seals. This place is freezing cold. I was wearing a sweater over a sweater. haha.. they are famous for their sour dough (aka. bread. which is really sour by the way) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265346144736915202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJEa_CELwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/eyvJsVDLLYk/s200/DSCN0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and for being the place of production of Ghirardelli chocolate (they served samples to everyone who entered!). he best part is again the food. haha.. i have no idea why, but there seems to be alot of good food around SF. There is this place called &lt;strong&gt;Bubba Shrimp&lt;/strong&gt; that was really mentioned in a movie called Forrest Gump. Shrimps are the juice of the sea. And you can boil it broil it ...... and the list goes on. They serve really fresh seafood. Mine was rice with lots of cheese covering big shrimps and loads of CRAB MEAT. haha.. envious ba. And im really sorry Heather. I didnt know that your mom will pick up the tab. But i certainly don't regret eating it though. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265346123556170738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJEZwILq_I/AAAAAAAAAks/8H5chyStsXs/s200/DSCN0771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265346135151205058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJEabUp2sI/AAAAAAAAAk0/jQRsrXMNomM/s200/DSCN0777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we made a drive through the &lt;strong&gt;golden gate bridge&lt;/strong&gt; and stopped to take some 'postcard-alike-photos'. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265347431161252034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJFl3VhyMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/rNOPl69hU9c/s200/DSCN0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265347434060333554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJFmCIuQfI/AAAAAAAAAlM/XT5HltGRxyg/s200/DSCN0867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and then the drive continued up a super super steep slope. SF is hilly. but this drive was scary. I estmiate the angle of elevation to be about 50 degrees. everytime the car stopped and move again, we will move backwards first. Cars park perpendicular to the roads to prevent them from rolling off. hmm.. and then it was a steep 'down' trip at &lt;strong&gt;Lomba&lt;/strong&gt; (which is the curviest (no such word. but nvm) road on earth. it was left right left right left right. ) its fun when you are not driving=) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265347449953920930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJFm9WDJ6I/AAAAAAAAAlU/SXE21naeku8/s200/DSCN0891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night was spent in &lt;strong&gt;Berkerley&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265347456428728994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJFnVdw4qI/AAAAAAAAAlc/MXUEge8tlvY/s200/DSCN0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at a Sushi Karoake (sudden realisation taht i cant spell). Met a few more Americans who went to NUS for exchange. They are really a funny lot. But all i can say about Berkerley is that, I think UCSB is better. haha.. the environment i mean. oh. they had bubble tea and calamari there. I never knew that the exchange students who went to NUS will fall in love with these two. haha.. they bought. I ate. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3- we have technically left SF. Went to &lt;strong&gt;San Jose&lt;/strong&gt; instead. They have a &lt;strong&gt;Winchester Mystery house&lt;/strong&gt;. If im to say, its not worth it to pay so much to get in. But as tourist, maybe doing some of such money spending activities is expected? The thing is, Heather and her mom went in as well. Meaning they had to spend so much. ahha.. its just this house that is huge with 150 rooms with weird structures like doors opening into the wall and inverted pillars and openings that make you drop all the way down into the sink of the kitchen below and extremely short steps etc etc. I find that its weird that anyone ever built something like that. But Lady Winchester was a widow of this guy who used to do firearms. They were rich. So who is to say anything about rich people building houses? haha.. Lunch at &lt;strong&gt;The Sphaghetti Factory&lt;/strong&gt; before heading back! The smoked chicken on the pasta was so appetizing. haha.. realise its all food. One good meal everyday. We ate in the Cable car in the Factory. haha..and then it was a long trip back to SB. Oh. it was a treat again. Thanks Heather for driving us! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265348842084730130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJG3_b5hRI/AAAAAAAAAls/eYz4bV-aUJs/s200/DSCN0968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265348836228446882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJG3pnpuqI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CnHHNt4K2hg/s200/DSCN0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cities in 3 days. if you don't know which are the 3 cities, its SF, Berkerley and San Jose (pronounced as St. Hos-seh). and experiencing American hospitality is absolutely amazing. Beside the food, i would really like to mention taht im really grateful that Heather's mom has been.. so true. When we were hugging goodbye at San Jose, I just felt it. That im going to write a postcard to her when im back, that im really happy to have met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, SF is more to my liking relative to LA. Despite not having the Disneyland, Universal Studio, Six Flags etc etc, (im NO fan of themeparks anyway), its the entire feeling that the place gives you. The orderliness (no such word again) and the pace. Its just nice to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after the enjoyable trip, it was pay back time. The mad rush for the MId terms that are absolutely irritating. Had a mid term the day after i was back. haha.. so happening. 7 mid terms in all for the quarter and im currently done with 5. (one more the day after i come back from San Diego this weekend). I guess im doing ok. Not fantastic but reasonable enough considering the fact that I really don't feel like studying here. Its just not right. lets hope that i don't flood because of the Diego trip, Disney Trip and Vegas Trip to come. Really eh. 我对考mid term一点感觉也没有.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh. Yet to mention that I met up with my host family:) wah. they are really young eh. cant be more than.. 10 years older than me. they belong together. at least they made me felt that way. ahha.. California Pizza at downtown and ice cream at the SB pier. My first ever trip to the SB pier. (getting to tour around SB more and more). They (Tom and Kirsten) are both physiotherapist and they also do some teaching in a college (under some biological department). Tom's looking at doing a 5year PHD. He did TKD for 15years and is now into some Brazilian Martial Art. Kirsten went to a Christian College and didnt get to party as much as we do at UCSB. Her parents play Ping Pong almost everyday and occassionally, they go hiking as a family. Its heartwarming knowing that they went online to search for information about Singapore. It shows that they care? :) looking forward to seeing them again. I want to know more about the American lifestyle! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265383468475811394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJmXgy3BkI/AAAAAAAAAmk/vDGfG3_7W-M/s200/DSCN1055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last but not least, it was the completely CRAZY halloween. CRAZY is the only apt word for this. Im serious. Absolutely a bad day to do groceries in downtown. Everyone (from SF, SD etc etc) dressed up in weird costumes (alot of skin baring) were rushing for the supposedly last bus to IV (where the party is held). We were in T-shirt and jeans and completely sticking out for looking too normal=p this guy was staring at us and finally asked&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'what are you guys for halloween' *laugh* like nothing? well, we replied: we are staying IN IV. and he was like really?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It went abit out of control when the bus came. the bus driver had to drive 1 more street down to prevent people from GUSHING into the bus while the passengers alight. Then the bus operators called police to maintain order to amke sure that those people who couldnt fit into the bus do not give any trouble. Like 'hey. we are only trying to get HOME. I want to get HOME.'&lt;/p&gt;Had a semi-witch attire. but really, thats not important. haha.. lets talk about the other people. Im not important. hmm.. so what is the biggest party in the entire America like? lots of police, lots of drunks, one whole street closed for the party, lots of skin baring (i mean g-string and laced bra). Couples (who i suspect, just met at the party) making out in the balcony (i mean kissing necking legs hugging hips? ). There are obviously sane people around as well, this girl who wanted to take photos with us etc etc. some people are just there to look at other people's costumes. Its totally different. Its not like the 'halloween scary business' in Singapore. haha.. its like wow. but stats is such that most (90%) people arrested over halloween are NOT from SB.haha.. people from out of SB, i know you all don't get to party as frequently as we do, but still, get a grip. Its enlightening and funny in a certain way, this experience. You just have to experience it once. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265383484159029362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJmYbOB8HI/AAAAAAAAAms/k9v7YQAcOBY/s200/DSCN1085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265383493814005490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJmY_L9LvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/eR6K4DJzTJU/s200/DSCN1094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265383502882849442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJmZg-IwqI/AAAAAAAAAnE/HdQ3S02p5OY/s200/DSCN1105.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;或许式着不去看别人的缺点，就会觉得好过一些。要改进。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okie. Diego this weekend. skipping lessons AGAIN. haha.. woo. think its gonna be fun=)updates soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-5443047916523893734?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/5443047916523893734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=5443047916523893734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5443047916523893734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5443047916523893734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-4.html' title='Chapter 4'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SRJG4hjz4NI/AAAAAAAAAl0/R1TtZdDFJ-I/s72-c/DSCN0979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-8898237776538524579</id><published>2008-10-10T12:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:31:47.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SB updates 3=p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have this feeling that i should be studying for the quiz tomorrow or try figure out my assignments. But here I am, after 25 days in California, trying to sit down and write something=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot have happened since the last time I blogged. Lets see.&lt;br /&gt;School is full of work and quizes. The person who told me that school here is slack is either lying, not doing 5 courses or is not from Chemical Engineering. I swear that I use my brains more often here doing Matlab then in Singapore. But perhaps, if I never did have to rely on solely myself, I may never pick it up again. AND i still cant remember the name of the species with the smallest genome. ba. thats question #1 of quiz#1. haha..have already gotten used to the classroom environment and all that. No longer as sleepy as I was in the first two weeks. Darn. I was dozing off. heh. Greatest inconvenience in class: Last names. haha.. It feels weird to have to give my name as Tan when collecting assignments back and stuff. haha.. worst. Tan Wei Ling. They thought that my last name is Ling. So im technically Tan Wei. haha.. but nevermind, now they know=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Lawr's apt eating dinner with the Thais. The Thais invited other Thais. And so. This guy came. He does International Ballrm. *DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE* ba. paiseh. esp i did the basic step wrong for 2 times. Not my fault. 'cause he uses 6 counts and I used 8. But the 5 seconds of jive had been so fun. He is very good at leading *he said he had been dancing all his life. Maybe like Allan's son?* And there after, I was haunted by Jive music. Everywhere I walk, I keep catching myself going 'doo doo bi doo'. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American who went to NUS for exchange brought us to LA last Saturday. You know what? For the FIRST time here, I brought my UMBRELLA out!! haha.. RAIN eh~ in the morning. COOL eh. haha.. havent seen rain since since. haha.. but the smell of the rain is not as strong. *Obsession* ba. I think I like LA's food and shopping better but SB's environment more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Santa Monica. Great view of the sea (gulls), nice breeze, nice temperature. Good (but expensive) restaurants. I see alot of Fish and Chips there and have been craving for it ever since. haha.. We ate at somewhere else and I had Taco (Mexican) again. haha.. Been eating so much Mexican! The themepark in Santa Monica is very small and basic. For kids. Heaven for soft toy collecting (if u ever did stop and play). Huge toys. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260169183232963474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SP_gAKkOs5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/YpojVNg-kBA/s200/DSCN0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260169193516929730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SP_gAw4HksI/AAAAAAAAAjE/A2HuU-5L4GA/s200/DSCN0503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260169205713996546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SP_gBeUICwI/AAAAAAAAAjM/1gqy44L0FTo/s200/DSCN0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Beverly Hills. This I am surprised. Never really knew what its about and I seriously thought that its some nature reserve or stuff like that. Its a HILL right? haha.. but yup. An uber expensive hill for the rich. The houses there just.. spells GLAMOUR in your face. The CHEAPEST shop there is Polo Ralph I think. Even then, I did not dare step into THIS Polo Ralph. The design of the shop is just too luxurious, with two rows of plants forming a walk way into the shop, for me to step into. Ladies dressed in dresses, fur, silk, walking puny dogs (trust me, they are smaller than our smallest 'grandfather dog'). ba. Cars. meant for the sole purpose of parading and letting others take photos. Batman sports car and Limo!!! Cars gleaming under the sunlight. Can someone tell me how rich they are?! haha.. but at least I bought something. Reese choc peanut butter cups? On sale 1 pack for 1USD. I bought 2. HAHA.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260169213231600018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SP_gB6UdkZI/AAAAAAAAAjU/P7J9ngYXqOI/s200/DSCN0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170405954354338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SP_hHVjufKI/AAAAAAAAAjs/pAGtRRbHo3o/s200/DSCN0519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Hollywood. This place is Messy. For me. So many shophouses, little alleys. Went to the Wax Museum and the Guiness Record Museum. Took neoprints and got an attempted scare by some random passerby (a tv showing the passerbys what we were doing in front of the neoprint camera). But anyway, I was too Slow to react, and so it really wasnt scary. haha.. just very random. People crossplay and dressed as Jack, Spiderman etc etc. We must be looking like tourist. Because they will come up and say 'how about taking a photo together?' and grab u, take photo and 'don't forget that you are supposed to tip'. I don't really mind tipping. But when there are so many people who are proactive and also guys who grab u so tightly at the waist when taking photos... I have to remember that this is America. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260169226789926242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SP_gCs1BNWI/AAAAAAAAAjc/SXdSjlCcnI0/s200/DSCN0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170419531799346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SP_hIII12zI/AAAAAAAAAj0/WGZWgvzQlnk/s200/DSCN0573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170392758236146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SP_hGkZhs_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/-kDz4eRVTS8/s200/DSCN0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still at Hollywood. This Korean shop owner was so happy that there is a group of koreans in his shop that he charged us a few cents cheaper even after we clarified that we are not koreans. haha.. Food food food. Had Chinese chicken fried rice. Seriously, what happened to american? I'm so going to eat my first ever burger in America by next week. haha.. Oooo.. I bought a simple V-neck red dress. 10USD. haha.. Was telling Susan that I can wear it in Singapore with my tube. She said: No~ you should just wear it here. *I didnt bring my tube* NO~ its the american culture. You can just wear it. *Laughs, tickles* Stopped over at IN-AND-OUT on the way back. Fresh French Fries. Im serious. They use real potatoes (not that there are fake ones) with this machine like bench press to make fries!! And gosh. it melts in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner out the next night for Good Chinese with Japanese, Koreans and Taiwanese. Proper Chinese restaurants are just part of essential splurging. haha.. the meat they serve in school is just too big and too hard a chunk for my teeth to take it. Sore gums after eating=p But restaurants are DIFFERENT (der~).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170426810436818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SP_hIjQNDNI/AAAAAAAAAj8/MmgYK5n3bgw/s200/DSCN0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesdays were spent at Birthday parties. Monday was Porn's bday celebration at San Clemente Apts. This Thai can seriously cook. The sauce that she made from raw ingredients is SO GOOD. my~ its one of my top ranking food man. I can eat it with plain rice and still enjoy the meal. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*WHY DID THEY SPRAY WHIPCREAM INTO MY MOUTH?! It was the grab head grad hands aim and spray kinda thing. WHY ME?!&lt;/span&gt; Tuesday was Kevin's and Raphael's. haha.. so many birthdays going on.. so many nights spent not sleeping enough=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I promised myself that I'll go home early on Wednesday and sleep. 'There is the buddy- programme-meet-up later right?' *HUH* My Buddy is an American (der~) in her senior year. Monica Kelsh. Its easy to find her on facebook because there is only one Monica Kelsh in the entire facebook!! AWESOME~ wah. its an Incredibly unique name don't you think?! She did EAP (Education Abroad Programme) in Spain. We got so excited talking about her Europe tour. Probably going to meet up with her again this weekend for food=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally received a reply for my International Friendship Programme that matches EAP students to a local family. haha..&lt;br /&gt;'I heard from Tim (program coordinator) that you do TaeKwondo. I am a SECOND DEGREE BLACK BELT and have been practising for FIFTEEN YEARS' *whoa*&lt;br /&gt;'Tom ______&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR OF PHYSICAL THERAPY'&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. hope that I'll get to meet Tom and Kristen soon. Probably next week for dinner=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you do see the number of hours I have been sleeping to complete my time-consuming programming on time. haha.. *MUSIC from next door party* Thanks in particular to sl and yf for keeping me awake to do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmed my joining of Biobiz 09 in the sponsorship team. There are great plans and I hope that everything will turn out real successful. *Fingers cross* It will be. I'll work hard (when Im back in Singapore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news here is dominated by debates on the Economy and the Presidential election. How the shares are dropping, why is the economy like that, McCain's health vs Obama's. Poll results. etc etc. At least you know that the reports are very direct and honest. My. They can just about say anything. 4th Nov. 'Voting is COOL, Apathy is NOT' (The posters around school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very randomly got to know this girl from class in the restroom. haha.. she said hi and I was thinking who is she. Further conversation proves that she is one my classmates. Senior year. I told her Im a Junior and she went "then why are you speeding up your courses so much?!" haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost a month since I came. Things here are really fine. haha.. I have about 2 more months of school and 2 wks of touring before its all over. Gotta treasure the little time I have here. And learn not to go party all the time. Its tiring business. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy Daddy, Im doing real good. No problems here at all. Other than my missing Fish and Chips=p Don't worry so much. This is a nice and safe place=)&lt;br /&gt;*sending hugs to my family and friends*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-8898237776538524579?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/8898237776538524579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=8898237776538524579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8898237776538524579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8898237776538524579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/10/sb-updates-3p.html' title='SB updates 3=p'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SP_gAKkOs5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/YpojVNg-kBA/s72-c/DSCN0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-8441155946093334381</id><published>2008-09-28T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:21:47.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cali Doubles</title><content type='html'>okie. finally i have been here for about 2 whole weeks. ba. its really fine=)&lt;br /&gt;I don't particularly think that there is anything cool about being in the States.. its more or less the same. So its very much being the grass is greener on the other side. but well. I think i am starting to observe the actual lifestyle of the people here in depth because.. YES. SCHOOL STARTED.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. to my frens out there who cant stand seeing me slack and relax, yes. my school has started. so has assignments readings etc etc (not that i have started doing them=p) Language was not a problem (always thought that if NUS Students can understand the accent of the Indian Profs back at home, there is no reason not to be able to understand anyone else). The location, however, is freaking different. GOSH. BLACKBOARDS. haha.. this is kinda funny. reminiscence of the Primary School days. havent seen a blackboard ever since Primary 2!! and its ALOT of blackboards!! say a classroom has 4 walls. 3 will be covered with the blackboard. haha.. whoa. meaning they could have written from wall-to-wall. Textbooks here are so expensive and now that I kn0w i need them for my assignment, its like. gosh. i should have bought it in Singapore. nevermind the luggage weight etc etc. The school is a confusing place. there is just no pattern to how the buildings were constructed. I just keep getting lost. haha.. even though i'll eventually get to the place. But still. Isnt it super demoralizing? haha..Bicycles are everywhere, with traffic so heavy that it is just getting impossible to walk from one pavement to the other.&lt;br /&gt;Rented a car and went to the outlet mall at Ventura, a freaking 1hr drive away. haha.. lawrence said that driving in the States is incredibly SHIOK. but yup. navigating in the states is uber stressful. haha.. the instructions wrote, turn to storke road.&lt;br /&gt;Lawr: As a navigator, u must say left right or straight. not the road name.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking: shit. dead. lets hope my guess is correct.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I was, if not I would have gotten the whole car of us lost and prbably slaughtered. haha.. that would not have been nice. the outlet stuff are pretty cheap. Bought 3 t-shirts only. Really should have bought more but time was limited and i don't really like my shopping to be rushed.&lt;br /&gt;2 nights ago, we invited 3 jap girls to our apt for dinner. so thats like total of ~7 of us (me, ay, lawr, susan(apt mate)). On the way to lessons and back home, met some friends. And we visited their apt and went over to visit another apt. Along the way here and there, words about the dinner spread. So the ball started rolling and in the end, it became a huge DINNER PARTY for about 16 people. Some brought food over to cook as well. haha.. the feeling is quite nice. cosy.&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence tried cooking=) I really have to laugh because he is hilarious. Gosh. His kitchen is just so messy. Salty salty salty. haha.. buck up!! For a first attempt, at least the food were all cooked=) haha.. yf. stop saying that we cant cook!&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, people are the most scary of the lot. People who stands by my window and calls my name in a low voice especially when im concentrating on chatting on msn ought to be knocked. haha.. its freaking scary can?! Tyler!! and Lawr, why on earth did u bring him over for?!&lt;br /&gt;The Thais stood by 2 sides of the pavement and open a passage for me to pass! was on the way home from school. And because I know one of them, its not too nice to just by-pass. So I followed slowly behind them. ba. 1 2 3! turn  and face me. *confused. WHAT HAPPENED?!* 'u want to cross first? cause we are walking very slowly' "OK~ Thanks!" *faster walk faster walk* haha=D&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was a BBQ at the Goleta Beach for international students. It was a misty day. Couldnt really catch the sea until the sun finally decided to peak. Off ay, Susan and i went to albertsons and trader's joe to get grocery. Its a saturday and we waited a full 30min for the bus that we were not sure if it was going to come. Scorching sun. haha.. After the episode, we were so tired that we declined all invitations to parties, cinemas etc etc. haha.. just want to stay in my apt and do my laundry. Dinner was chilli prawn. Darn. didnt know that the chilli is so spicy and i added 3 whole table spoon. its really REALLY spicy when i say that it is. gosh. haha.. but now i know. nothing more than 1 table spoon next time.  shrimps chicken fish veg fruits. whoa. haha.. i love eating=)&lt;br /&gt;It would have been nice with harmony. Perhaps. I guess. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Neutrality and harmony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-8441155946093334381?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/8441155946093334381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=8441155946093334381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8441155946093334381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/8441155946093334381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/09/cali-doubles.html' title='Cali Doubles'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-5793834740519705274</id><published>2008-09-20T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:13:11.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cali @ First Glance</title><content type='html'>It really takes an effort to maintain my blog over here. But since I promised, it makes it easier to get to doing it;)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay. IM in CALI! haha.. things are pretty different here. I wouldnt say that I have gotten used to it? But its kinda like some sort of surface acceptance I guess. Gotta learn to open to people who are different from me, talk different, look different. Nah. i guess i'll get used to it with abit of time.&lt;br /&gt;Took a 16hr flight (counting in-flight time only) and finally reaching LA. I guess there is not much of a jet lag because I followed instructions from the school to eat when they serve and sleep when they off the lights. so that adaptation on the plane itself. The people here in Cali are rather friendly. Unlike what people might portray as distance or discrimination for that matter, I don't really feel any of that around here.&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting facts:&lt;br /&gt;1) THERE ARE CROWS IN THE USA TOO!! haha.. i found that kinda amusing when i arrived at the LA airport. Its like such a Singapore thing to see crows. But NO, they are here too.&lt;br /&gt;2) A Taiwanese working at the LA Airport actually came up and chat? He went 'Konichiwa'. I went 'Im not Jap'. I guess a normal chat couldnt hurt though. Apparently people in Cali generally think of Japan first when they see Asians.&lt;br /&gt;3) ... And then people at downtown asked if we are Vietnamese. ... its Japanese and then Vietnamese. Hell. Another person told me I look Japanese. And im starting to wonder if they know how to differentiate Asians or not. Not that im complaing=) *heh. Japs and Viets are known to be pretty right?*&lt;br /&gt;4) The embarrassing moment: I used to wonder, what is it with Westerners not understanding "Having here or Take away". And so, what goes around comes around. "Its for here or to go?" 'WHAT?!' "Its- for- here- or - to- go?" *BLANK* "Are you going to have it here or to go?" 'OH~ its for HERE'.&lt;br /&gt;5) This should be pretty well known. Branded goods here are cheap. I got a Levis for 16USD. The coach bag was 170USD after 50% off. But I decided not to splurge YET.&lt;br /&gt;6) Got stopped by the traffic police at downtown. thats like whoa. haha.. there were people crossing a CAR-LESS road. We followed. And this police just drove his motorcycle right out of the corner where he must be hiding and went "Hey Ladies" I thought I was going to get a fine or something. But he said "are u visitors? well, you are supposed to cross at the crossings at all times. You know the crossing?" Well, there are times when its good to be able to look blur and keep your mouth to yourself. So yup. Nod your head and open your eyes wide and try to look lost. *Sorry* "Nah, its ok. just remember to cross at the crossing next time." and he smiled at us.&lt;br /&gt;7) Store owners greet their customers as they enter or leave the shop. "How's it going?" and you are to reply "GREAT~ GOOD~AWESOME~" haha.. this is really funny because just about everything is AWESOME~ and you know how they say it? with all the ups-downs tone variation. =D Im learning.&lt;br /&gt;8) The beds here are so high. I guess its to suit the height of the people here. But yea. I can choose between a small JUMP or a little CLIMB to get up MY bed.&lt;br /&gt;9) The sun can be scorching hot. The skies are clear in the day and clouds are rare. Its a dry climate. But the moment you step into the shade, its cool all over again. The winds are chilling. Seriously. I wish i can teleport my jacket on and off me.&lt;br /&gt;10) Chinese/Taiwanese generally think that Singaporeans speak English. Westerners think that Singaporeans speak Chinese. Well, no one really knows the language over here. A couple who have visited Sinagpore would have heard of Singlish=D Thats neither here nor there since I don't know other countries well as well. Thats why im here right?&lt;br /&gt;11) the cars here looks really interesting. they have those with leopard prints and what have you. and the cars look like they have a big nose or something along that line I guess.&lt;br /&gt;12) water taste incredibly powdery due to the calcium content. takes some getting used to though.&lt;br /&gt;13) toilet doors have fine gaps that can be peeped into if anyone had wanted to. and the partitions do not extend to the ground. Minor shock at the LA airport.&lt;br /&gt;14) the size of the 5 cents coins is bigger than that of a dime(10cents). Even the American cashier went "yea. I know it doesnt make sense but.."&lt;br /&gt;15) Raffle! means luckydraw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the LA airport, i went to the Tom Bradley Airport to hunt for food. Had Bagel with sour cream. Now. What is a bagel?? Its like bread shaped like a donut. But I guess they do not use self-raising flour because its really compact. Board the Airbus which is really more comfortable then the plane. Couldnt help but fall asleep somewhere along the way. The route to the Goleta stop was really an impressive trip. The Santa Barbara beach is seriously AWESOME. The water sparkles under the sunlight. Its even nicer than the one that I posted a Video on facebook. We shared a cab with a girl from the Neatherlands. The short 1mile journey to our temporary residence, Santa Cruz, cost 20USD! The meter jumps by 30cents for a distance like that between two street lamps! Its freaking expensive! After checking in, we went to Isla Vista, a nearby neighbourhood for dinner. Pasta. I think it tastes better than the ones in Singapore. But we look weird sharing food though.&lt;br /&gt;Pingponged and jogged on the 2nd morning. whoa. its so cold initially until I got warmed up. Its a good start I guess, to healthier lifestyle. But im not sure how long ist going to last. Students here bike/skateboard to school. But since I don't want to endanger to lives of the UCSB students, I have decided not to go ahead with getting a bike. Its expensive anyway. Went to downtown. Food here are all americanized. Chinese at Panda Express serves 'CHOW MEIN' and 'EGG FLOWER SOUP'. Just do a direct translation and you'll get what it means.&lt;br /&gt;Got to meet people form different culture, the japanese, taiwanese, hong kongers, chinese, koreans.. and of course people from england, spain, italy, australia, france, turkey, canada, germany.. its like 'ich vesteche nicht?' 'oh yea!' 'Ohaiyo' 'oh, you know japanese?' I guess they are all really nice. I have to be more pro-active though.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. the 3rd day was spent exploring the school. First exposure to the way people tip at restaurants since Lawr's brother drove us out to Calle Real for dinner. Its Americanized Jap.. and MY! Are the portions large?! Its huge, gigantic! That was a treat. Thanks alot!! You are not as stern as what Lawr made you sound like. Thanks for being nice!&lt;br /&gt;The weather here is nice, the people are nice, the surroundings are nice. I guess, when you are abroad, its alot about trying to be yourself in a different environment. Its takes effort and courage (at least for me) to start a conversation with people who are just different. But after I tried today. cool. they are as curious about me as I am about them. But I guess all of us are a little bit reserved. Its like the I-want-to-talk-to-her-but-im-not-sure-if-she-wants-to kinda thing. but its both ways. PHEW~~Hermits belong in a shell. So im going to promise myself that i'll be hermits no more. Thats how its going to be.&lt;br /&gt;Will be shifting to my apartment tomorrow. Hope everything goes well. Right. My personal motto again: Its just going to get better.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, take care. I will too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-5793834740519705274?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/5793834740519705274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=5793834740519705274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5793834740519705274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5793834740519705274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/09/cali-first-glance.html' title='Cali @ First Glance'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-7736016464856833605</id><published>2008-09-12T17:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:57:41.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心。满。溢。</title><content type='html'>Not too sure if its time to blog. Words arent plentiful. Emotions.. some I guess. Eh! I received 3 sets of my birthday presents more than 2months BEFORE my birthday eh. haha.. how nice is that? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Nikon Coolpix S550 from Gor &amp;amp; Pong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) 1 X big fat Ang Bao from 17/04 - without the red packet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) A cute bear bear waller from PJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mentioned the Camera in some previous post before. But anyway, the photos from the previous entries were taken with this new camera yea=) Im a photo freak!! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245074477087081634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMo_coM-RKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/0beEfb34X8w/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last sunday, my friends apparently planned a surprise for me. haha.. Like cele my bday way way way before hand when i'll least expect it. hmm.. well. Someone let the cat out of the bag *meow* HAHA. KFC and Cheesecake. I'm super predictable aint I? haha.. my top 2 faves eh! Thanks to the friends who know me so well and for putting in the effort to gather my faves friends! Thanks for coming, TC, Glad, sl, black, ben, amanda, pin. Special Thanks to Glad, Pin, sl for coordinating=) It feels great to have friends. haha.. so im technically 'older' than black now. Just too bad they cele my bday earlier yea=)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245074467768232994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMo_cFfL7CI/AAAAAAAAAhk/utQjeagQ_Bk/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Why is it KFC??'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"cos its Tan Wei Ling"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245074473618673618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMo_cbSCj9I/AAAAAAAAAhs/M55UnrQKpAg/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Its 1X big Ang Bao without the redpacket. Anyone doesnt know how it looks like??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cbb9b7ddc09cc58f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcbb9b7ddc09cc58f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331392458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54FA7A20DCF8FA6C077026F013D902F92BA9F002.6E35E596DAB21EDD5CDA59BA91E63DD6B84CC906%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcbb9b7ddc09cc58f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4t9GW0z1h8EqQUtipCtUojErEho&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcbb9b7ddc09cc58f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331392458%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54FA7A20DCF8FA6C077026F013D902F92BA9F002.6E35E596DAB21EDD5CDA59BA91E63DD6B84CC906%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcbb9b7ddc09cc58f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4t9GW0z1h8EqQUtipCtUojErEho&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love words. Esp those written with the heart. Those that can strike chords. The wonderful rhythm, the thumping. If I did tear, its because you wrote it out in a manner I have never even realised myself. Yet so true. Partner in crime. Wait for me. I'll be back in a blink. Sometimes its not too good to pop up all over the place. Sometimes people take for granted that you'll be there. But then, you can't be. Toastmaster, Biobiz, Dance, Tennis, Archery, Pistol. That's my newest plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245075385941418946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMpARh8u48I/AAAAAAAAAiE/Y34Da7Xx11Y/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Went back to school on a monday for lunch. ha. glad said that im to wake her up. I was sitting in the LT listening to the lecture and trying to get into the mood of lessons all over again. haha.. but im the unstable radical! i exude energy that only people who have experienced it will understand. Glad said she felt less sleepy after I sat beside her. heh. I was literally bouncing into the LT lo. haha.. lesson eh. so exciting=) Finally got to see the common faces. CHE students are always out slacking on Friday evenings that I couldnt even find one of them when I went back last time. hee. so many people thought that I have already left for my exchange. Yup yup. Its monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;菜饭起价了! Up-ed by 40cents. I owe PJ 10cents =D If only I can eat 2 more of those fishes. Yummy. Interesting intermission. The 2 of you better stop grinning. ooo.. the White Furry Teddy Bear wallet that I suspect that PJ bought in Msia. haha.. Am I right?? Last year she claimed that Im the blue blue doraemon. This year, she decided to give me a wallet with her self-portrait so that I will not forget her=) I forgot the stand there let you hug hug plan eh. wasted. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245075382304785842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMpARUZsRbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/BCy5grs2HzU/s200/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;eh. I went to the Chinese Doc today. The one whom I used to visit went on a holidays. Im stuck in a mega sized one today, with loads of beds, white towels, fire, needles, bamboo cups etc etc. SOBs la. SAVE ME~ and then I was half-self-scaring when I heard the greatest joke of the day eh. haha.. its super funny can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lady on the bed beside mine had a sore shoulder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doc: 你的肌肉发炎。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么是鸡肉？ 为什么不是人的肉？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*LAUGHS* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was my turn. Darn. haha.. I screamed when its like NOT painful? My first ever acupuncture eh. Can't even feel the needles. but yup. I went AHHHH~ The Doctor must hate me now. Now my foot looks like I have wrapped popiah skin around it yea. The Doctor asked me to get ankle guard before I fly. DUN WAN LA~ bleahz. I have knee, elbow and wrist guard liao eh! I don;t want to collect the complete set la!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245074460207177762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMo_bpUfYCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/fDb5DyFtQKM/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245074463606398498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMo_b1-7XiI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Y5Th7Iz72xk/s200/Image21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paiseh. Im just quite amused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been waking up with a fast thumping heart. Like Im all ready to get into action. Its the exams feeling eh. Other than the fact that you wouldnt catch me jumping out of bed. Thanks wen for lending me cold weather wear. So I don't have to go buy. IM sorry for the mess I made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its now 60 hours before I fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;酸酸的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有时还是想着。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这就是牵挂。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-7736016464856833605?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cbb9b7ddc09cc58f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/7736016464856833605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=7736016464856833605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7736016464856833605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7736016464856833605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='心。满。溢。'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMo_coM-RKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/0beEfb34X8w/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-7853842356054107167</id><published>2008-09-06T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:29:26.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;我的脚很酸！！&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with wen and miao on thursday, had lunch, and pretty much rot our time away in Kbox at Suntec. 本来，唱歌应该是一件轻松休闲美容养生的活动。那我的脚是怎么了？简单的来说，就是因为很怕很怕冷，所以一直在房里跳来跳去作热身操。喉咙不舒服，唱起来有点方不开。倒是朋友俩唱得很尽兴。特别记得文爱点陈绮贞的歌。静静地听这歌，其实也挺不错的。但黑黑的地方不宜久留，因为它会使人疲倦，想睡，头疼。虽然说要唱的是我，不过有阳光的地方还是比较好=） &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243664029655052674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMU8pyEVMYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/d6-GN8lSCDg/s200/DSCN0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243664038570568178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMU8qTR9KfI/AAAAAAAAAfk/r9WARl09CxY/s200/DSCN0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243664050159502914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMU8q-c-RkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/-ZNfqVI_PsQ/s200/DSCN0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星期五，和老妈一起到处跑。 正确点来说，因该是我要跑，我妈陪着我跑。 早上到寺院去，求个平安快乐。 到楼上抄经阁，勉强提起毛笔一挥， 天啊！&lt;br /&gt;The first two lines are TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;Glad: ha. Art ma.&lt;br /&gt;专心点，终有点小进步。写到脚麻却浑然不知。此乃最高境界！平静。 &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243664051643164466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMU8rD-tJzI/AAAAAAAAAf0/aiRma-6zMdI/s200/DSCN0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243664058530889570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMU8rdo3f2I/AAAAAAAAAf8/VqAM6IN8bjU/s200/DSCN0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后，又从Punggol去Pasir Ris去Tampines去Jurong East去City Hall。我的脚可是累坏了！！&lt;br /&gt;今早，到挥别十一年的动物园！！动物园耶！！哈哈。漫山的猴子！！一进入，就有工作人员要你坐在板凳上拍照。热情的勒！猴子一跃，跳到面前大摇大摆的走开。大象挥着鼻子到处喷水！狮子虎豹懒得要命！~三百六十五个日子不好过~企鹅和北极熊居然不需要冰天雪地？莫名其妙。和蛇拍照，吓得我呱呱叫！十一年了！居然没有改变！=） &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243667756637743618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMVACuKP6gI/AAAAAAAAAgU/BPUPDKH6pXU/s200/DSCN0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243669905379891938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMVB_y2TGuI/AAAAAAAAAhE/t-u59qxCujY/s200/DSCN0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243667765389199954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMVADOwwilI/AAAAAAAAAgc/OZVi0ZjgNeo/s200/DSCN0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243667768801033906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMVADbeM_rI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7Po0smOsZ7E/s200/DSCN0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243669916481074082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMVCAcNBs6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/NL0MZHeogLE/s200/DSCN0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被巴士司机误以为是旅客。不小心向外国人问路。下错站，巴士得从新等过！是谁把动物园盖在那种地方？！逛了大半天。我的脚！ &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243667728111686370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMVABD5G0uI/AAAAAAAAAgE/AZduMqp4FBI/s200/DSCN0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243667738275745474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMVABpwaDsI/AAAAAAAAAgM/VheHqitNwSw/s200/DSCN0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘿，时间倒带，回到星期三工作的最后一天， 还真是好不容易，终于给我熬到了！同事对我不错，一起和拍照。说是该趁年轻去拍个人专辑。月饼吃多了也会腻。一天口味三四种， 害我胃口被混淆。还是要谢谢你们。虽然不是和大家都熟，但还是感谢你们让我成长。 &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243669896333034210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMVB_RJXAuI/AAAAAAAAAg8/q1Yb679spFY/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243669889823206482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMVB-45S7FI/AAAAAAAAAgs/nIpa9mAyEvQ/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243669892162299058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMVB_Bm-pLI/AAAAAAAAAg0/LBV-mRblck0/s200/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开始了。十天倒数。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-7853842356054107167?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/7853842356054107167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=7853842356054107167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7853842356054107167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7853842356054107167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-foot.html' title='My Foot'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SMU8pyEVMYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/d6-GN8lSCDg/s72-c/DSCN0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-3139619740695944015</id><published>2008-09-01T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:15:40.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Thanks=)</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to gor gor!! hee. even though u are really one round elfish mouse, but i still love u loads as my elder brother=) thanks for entertaining me when im sian, stressed, bored. Thanks for buying bread for me during my library trips if not my lazy self will just let myself starve. Thanks for waiting for me whenever im late to meet u at sci. Thanks for having double standards and not letting me drink. Thanks for teasing me and letting me tease u back. and last of all, thanks for being my brother. GOR GOR~~你这只白老鼠！！=D Everytime i think of those cards that I drew for you, a smile forms on my face. Especially that one I drew when u entered army. darn. its so cute. I can't believe anyone can be as funny as me. 老鼠， pumping position down! =p gosh. aint u super entertained by me=)&lt;br /&gt;Had 四川火锅at pin's house. Why I left out the麻辣part was because she excluded 青椒from her recipe. Wah. Its really a nice night out with friends eh. Just sitting on the floor around a home cooked steamboat, chit-chatting about stuff and making a fool of ourselves. 幸福is actually that simple. haha. eh!! glad learnt how to crack an egg with ONE hand. haha.. the funniest thing was the cakes that Glad bought. We concluded that they are called cheese cake and tiramisu because it says so. The baker wrote "Cheese" and "Tiramisu" across the cake. I pretty much like the texture of the cake that glad claimed was the cheap version. But I just couldn't tell that they are who the baker claim them to be=) And then, all of us were fighting to do the housework. Actually, Glad and TC were fighting. I was like, you can do since you want to=p Its really nice to have friends that close to heart.&lt;br /&gt;And one would have supposed that with Raffles City so small, it should have been easy to meet a friend there. But NO. I had the hardest time in my life trying to locate glad. Her phone was faulty and she couldnt hear what I was saying. And apparently, there were two Starbucks? and the plan to wait at Adidas was headed for failure since glad decided to wait at the entrance facing the exterior of raffles city and me at the entrance within raffles city. haha.. I have gone about 3 months not wearing clothes of the same colour as a friend. You know. Zero默契. I think this can rank number 2 on the chart! Luckily JR was there! *Phew Sweat*&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to specially mention that I got my first 21st bday present! A Nikon camera from gor gor and pong! haha.. hehe.. Any friends out there who doesn't know of my obsession with photographs and jackets please deny saying that you know me very well. haha.. and I lombang my brothers to buy external hardisk for me la. Don't have to go squeeze with people during Comex=)&lt;br /&gt;And I got my first ever bonus eh! My last tuition with my tuition kid! whoa. I didnt realise until i reach home. So happy eh. 这是一种肯定！&lt;br /&gt;There are so many nice people in my life that sometimes I feel that I should be satisfied. Thanks for being around ad brightening up every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-3139619740695944015?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/3139619740695944015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=3139619740695944015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/3139619740695944015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/3139619740695944015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/09/many-thanks.html' title='Many Thanks=)'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-1534918016860082264</id><published>2008-08-26T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:05:21.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetably Fruit</title><content type='html'>Was eating Fish Soup Porridge just now. The slices of bittergourd from this new store near my house. And it reminded me of the one unique take away from this holidays: I do eat Bittergourd now!! *Surprise* (to pj and glad=D)&lt;br /&gt;hah. Still no Brinjal (How come this looks weird? how do I spell it?) and Lady's finger though. "快点帮我吃掉!!" Thanks for eating them up. I almost forgot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-1534918016860082264?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/1534918016860082264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=1534918016860082264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1534918016860082264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1534918016860082264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/08/vegetably-fruit.html' title='Vegetably Fruit'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-6142347310162586837</id><published>2008-08-24T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:21:57.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who Matters</title><content type='html'>It was a moment of surprise. This lady, who had taken care of me as a kid, came to visit. Such a small built and yet, I once looked upon her as someone who I could depend on. And now, this surge of emotions that makes me feel that she ought to be protected. Yes, I still remember you. My heart will always have a place for you, just like how I'll never forget you. Don't cry. For the little kid has already grown up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an eventful week.&lt;br /&gt;Monday- shopping with glad.&lt;br /&gt;Thurs- Wen's 21st bday cele!! @Waraku&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Dental-Singtel-SCHOOL-Dinner out with ex-colleagues&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- Meeting Lawr @ Orchard- Dance&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Tuition-Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. that is to help me recall. My memory is incredibly bad. I believe that I need to take the omega enriched milk powder!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ, wait for your present and your note! HAPPY 21st! The emphasis is one HAPPY. Yep, a new phase. We all need it. I have this weird tendency to want to stay behind but yet, my physical self have already moved on. Hope you don't have this same problem as I do! 人生有很多的小问题，不要一个人扛着。 虽然别人不尽然能帮得上忙，但有时只为说出口的那坦然。 你的朋友一直在关心着你！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Wen's 21 already. this 5 years going 6 years of friendship. I will not say that we are always in touch with one another's life, I will not say that I have always been there for her when she needed me. I might sometimes take her for granted. This very good friend of mine, who has been the constant in my life, high on my chart of friends, someone who i can count on for a hug when Im feeling lonely, sad, one who will laugh with me, defend me and support me. I learn from my friends. This friend taught me to be brave, to be focused and to be determined. Wen, I guess you never knew how much you mean to me and how much you have changed my life. I cant recall the number of times you offered comfort when I cried, how we cheered during our insane jogging sessions before recess, how we danced mass dance during PE, and visited Cedar to eat the Curry Chicken Mee. I know that sometimes our belief might differ, but thanks for always trying hard to relate to me. I went back to school and saw a poster " Tan Wen Lin (chairperson)" and it suddenly occurred to me the heavy responsibilities that you have upon your shoulders. Jia you! Im just right behind. Happy Birthday!! Balloons and flowers are for brightening up your day. Just like how knowing you have brighten up mine. Love you loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. My dentist has been bugging me to get my wisdom tooth extracted. Just not this once. 'cause im leaving for california and she knows that I could not possibly get it done now. My teeth are in good shape! =D phew~ M still uncomfortable with people poking at me where I cant see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. SCHOOL. SCHOOL!!! And it was raining. I felt the breeze, the smell. I saw the sotongs year ones and blur NUS high students who almost alighted at the wrong stop to get to SRC (A pat for being nice and giving directions to them. even though that means admiting that I eavesdropped). And there was the tapioca chips from Olive Clove! Favourite snack! Plus the fact that I felt like a bloody stalker, peeping into an LT -full of year ones at LT7, just to see how the LT looks like after renovation. Miao doesnt understand my obvious joy at being in school. Glad will never reach the same elation as me for the reasons that I cited. She just know that Im BLOODY HAPPY that day. And yes, she's right=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met ex-colleagues from my internship. haha.. Mary, Jen, yf. How can they still be so funny, after 3 whole weeks without seeing them, it seemed like alot had happened. They are still the same. 默契还在. As usual, they talk, I listen and chap in half way. And we laughed and laughed and laughed. And yf said like.. 5 sentences? 真的是一只手就能数得完！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with Lawr means we are discussing SEP and work in general. haha.. well. Hot choc from coffee bean (or issit coffee club?) is exceptionally nice when you are freezing under the air-con for 2 whole hours. I really don't feel prepared going to USA. But going through the things that have to be done, well, we are almost set to go! Perhaps its the mental preparation and the emotional strength that Im lacking in. Wei Ling. Close your hearts and open your mind! You are looking at an extended holidays, fun-filled days, independence and exposure. Stop thinking with your heart!! I woke up yesterday with my heart pumping, thumping, fast. That have to be from excitement yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paso is confusing. Paso is fun. I don't have to smile. I can't smile as well. haha.. this is such a contradict. I don't know what I want. But so far so good. It has been fun. Yesterday's class saw more guys than girls. Its alot more practice and about ~50 new steps. Did I mention that my memory is bad? Well, let me RE-INTERATE that MY MEMORY is BAD! "where are we now?" "Did something just happen?" haha.. sometimes im just stuck in my own lala land. Today was fun. Doing Jive and Tango after a month, how I cant remember most things and yet the body remembers. haha..I like sports. I may be lazy, I may be paiseh that I look very clumsy. But I still like sports. Itching for a.. 24hour dance practice, a swim, a forced jog (if not I wouldn't move), 10 hours TKD training and say.. 48hrs of table tennis training? I just so feel like setting my creaking lazy self into some action. Feel the wind, the speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy things at work are only worthy of this one line in my blog: Wei Ling, stop being dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..and that more or less summed up my week=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but after not feeling for so long, I suddenly feel exposed to hurt. haha. slight emo-ing in process. Mild case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-6142347310162586837?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/6142347310162586837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=6142347310162586837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6142347310162586837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6142347310162586837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/08/those-who-matters.html' title='Those who Matters'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-5468840458466197658</id><published>2008-08-19T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:59:40.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Sudden realisation. It just hit me that I'm leaving in exactly 4wks' time.&lt;br /&gt;It just didnt register in me even though people around me seem to have noticed weeksSS ago. Well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-5468840458466197658?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/5468840458466197658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=5468840458466197658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5468840458466197658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5468840458466197658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_19.html' title='...'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-5643021309939894269</id><published>2008-08-18T07:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:52:10.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax~</title><content type='html'>When was the last time you slowed down and take in the morning breeze?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-5643021309939894269?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/5643021309939894269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=5643021309939894269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5643021309939894269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5643021309939894269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/08/relax.html' title='Relax~'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-2120490977754038939</id><published>2008-08-16T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T19:20:44.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>云烟</title><content type='html'>And I had a 5th dream.&lt;br /&gt;At least, I was happy in this dream and I was laughing. Finally one without anything associated with the negatives. Nice setting of the school, a corridor, maybe overseas. And I KNOW in the dreams that the corridors open up to a garden. I can smell the grass and feel the sun. It was just comforting.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt remember the first part of the dream. Only know that there is this lady. But anyway, the 2nd part was this. Sitting on a bench on the corridor, this guy, who I thought was a professor, joined us and wanted to borrow a pen. I was using mine and offered him a pencil instead. He took it. Then That Person rolled his eyes like, since I don't have an extra pen, why didnt I just take his and lend it to this guy. And before I know what happened, this guy asked me didn't I realise that he looks very similar to That Person. And suddenly, he reached over That Person's shoulders, pulled him close and cheek to cheek, smiled back at me. A very wide and bright smile. And I went: EH! YOU ARE HIS DAD. I laughed. The way I do in reality.&lt;br /&gt;Friends like to ask me the same question. But now, I accidentally, horrifyingly blurted it out. And well, do realise why I didnt want to answer. But a secret out is a secret out. Its weird. But well, it didn't matter anymore. Rationality had always been my strength. I think I can face it peacefully already.&lt;br /&gt;有的人，喜欢活在曾经拥有的回忆里，却忘了现实更值得我们去珍惜。&lt;br /&gt;有的人，一辈子追求着当下的美丽，却忽略了其实，思念也是一种可贵的经历。&lt;br /&gt;我们，一直一直忘记，一直一直绕着圈，打转。&lt;br /&gt;当回到原点，回顾，才发现，时间仓促，不容许徘徊， 犹豫。&lt;br /&gt;也许，人生的转折，让我们成长，坚韧了表层。&lt;br /&gt;但，内心的脆弱，有谁知？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2120490977754038939?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2120490977754038939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=2120490977754038939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2120490977754038939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2120490977754038939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_16.html' title='云烟'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-7880948914784595376</id><published>2008-08-15T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:55:46.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cha-Pa-Lang Post</title><content type='html'>Long post ahead. Be warned=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just an hour ago, I have uploaded my VIP report 2, 2 whole weeks after my internship ended. Its a nice conclusion, and I can say my final goodbye to the company and colleagues. Technically, we are called friends now. I have to repeat and emphasise how lucky I am that they were all very nice and helpful towards me. Despite having left for quite some time, Julie still helped me get the clearance form and log sheet signed immediately after I emailed her that SY has cleared yf's report. Some people might find it a chore. I have left. She could have told me to go back and get it signed. There have been stories, reputations, take it as it is, but I never ever deny the fact that they have been really really nice to me. Even if its just to me. For that, Im grateful. This part of my life, now termed as history, has made me grown, character and strength. I appreciate it all the more, looking back. And I sincerely hope that they too, will recall fondly the memories that we had, working together, chit chatting, laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im amazed and still am, at how fast time flies, how things could change so rapidly. I am 2wks into my new job. 2wks is a short time. 2wks is a long time. Its relativity. I have 2wks and 3 days left of my work in Tiong Woon Oil and Gas. Yes, meaning that Im already half done. Already gotten used to the company over there and suddenly, the first 2 wks of my internship became a blur. I distinctly remembered the first 3 days but the subsequent events just slipped away. How quickly. What I know, was the result. 2wks and I was already very close to my ex-colleagues. But memories are like water. You retain some but you can never stop it from leaving you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read something on a junior's blog. Its about how one can not survive on purely memories. And I thought that is very true. Im someone who likes to dwell on memories. I never deny that sometimes, I like to live in the past. But the fact is that feelings fade, memories get forgotten. Just like how photographs turns yellow, how iron rust, how letters oxidise in the air. Memories need to be refreshed. New memories have to be added. And therefore, friendship have to be maintained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on to the lighter stuff. I never did really mention what a mess my house and my life was in last week. Glad and sl. Thanks for spending time listening to me. I was just so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to mention, I was out with friends from BioBiz last week and we ate at Soup Spoon. Its Hui Min, pj, gq and jl. It took quite a while for us to finalise the plans for the mini gathering. Im sorry that during my internship, I did not really make time for meeting up. Luckily u guys never gave up on me=) I think I like Soup Spoon. Had Tokyo Chicken (soup), Terriyaki Fish Sandwich and Ice Lemon Tea for dinner. Seriously, the soup itself would have suffice as dinner. Im not sure how the rest felt, but certainly, my soup was nice. That was at Raffles City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coincidentally, ALL my gatherings recently will be held at cityhall. I have no idea why but I don't really mind! Yesterday, met Lily and Lina for dinner. A year had passed since I did my 3 wks temp job at Tesco Singapore. haha.. aren't you all amazed that we still keep in touch?! I have never even worked with Lina. She came for the interview when I was there and joined when I left. But, they remember everything said during the last meet up near last Christmas. They remembered that Im going on exchange. They remembered to sms me when they havent heard from me for a long time. They remembered to ask me out for dinner so that we can meet up before I leave. I love the shawl and I love the dinner at Bishanan (Jap food Raffles City B1) and I love the company. Thanks for the treat! I really do appreciate having friends=) Have I ever mentioned that looking at people with a bright and ready smile has always been refreshing for me? And of course, I'll let you both know when Im back. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234757122952698306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SKWX3k8KmcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/xckUyd5Y7rU/s200/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234757120239192290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SKWX3a1NyOI/AAAAAAAAAfM/fph2-pKtOsM/s200/Image128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234757110933411906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SKWX24Ki2EI/AAAAAAAAAe8/bdCvG2zxS8c/s200/Image129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234757118365413458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SKWX3T2eMFI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0VeWAlLE7zQ/s200/Image130.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Dinnered with mom at Ling Zhi, a vegetarian restaurant at Novena. My treat~ Not bad. I would like to drink the soup again=p And yes. This whole post is about eating eating and eating! whoa. I didn't realise how much time I had spent on food until I listed them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secrets are harsh on the heart. Its bad for health. haha.. something kept secret makes it matter alot more. And once its out, Im surprised at how much lighter I felt. How I THINK I am able to start moving on. The brains is reining in and the heart trying to follow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It became abit weird that just these 2 wks, many many many people are telling me about romance, romance and more romance! All the 'u can choose not to like me but u cant stop me from liking u', 'if you don't like a person, you have to run in the opposite direction to prevent giving false hope', 'its all fated, what is yours is yours', 'past present future', 'do u think character or intelligience is more important in a guy', ... ... Love cannot be forced. I believe that it must be mutual. 爱人痛苦，还是被爱痛苦？如果你爱着不爱你的人，或是被你不爱的人爱着，是不是也该是时候放手了? Well, fren. think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mentioned that Im doing my second Ballroom dancing course at Dancesport de Allan now? Learning with glad. Paso Doble, this bull-fighting dance. Its weird, but yup. No smiling required. You stare! So anyone in mood for a little fight should attend. Highly recommended=) It was a tough decision to join. Its ending right before I leave. Its on sunday and its against my mother's wishes. But well. Im still there! haha.. A break from normal working routine is always welcomed. And I have almost told the world that, nope, im not joining. NO. IM NOT JOINING and glad had to sms me the night before and ask me: hey, are we gg for dance tmr? Darn. And I started re-considering the entire thing again, and shifted my tuition, and told my parents. haha.. and first lesson, Pei Juan literally screamed when she saw me there! haha.. it was super funny. She SCREAMed: 你为什么在这边？！and then she grabbed my shoulders. haha.. so happy to see me arh? Then, the next week, as usual, I went over after my tuition. yf's back from Msia. And he stared. Its really not nice to stare can. Im not like some alien or ET, neither did I teleport nor appeared from underground. haha.. 'Im just surprised to see lazy people there'. hmpf. For the record, I did not step on anyone else. What I did, was to step on my OWN TOES. OUCH~~~ daniel said: 'well, at least you didn't step on SOMEONE ELSE'. True. Lucky guys in the studio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its exactly a month from now. I really wonder if it'll make a difference to anyone. Its complicated on my part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I realised that I one full year of working experience already! I really work too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-7880948914784595376?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/7880948914784595376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=7880948914784595376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7880948914784595376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7880948914784595376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/08/cha-pa-lang-post.html' title='A Cha-Pa-Lang Post'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SKWX3k8KmcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/xckUyd5Y7rU/s72-c/Image068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-7815809747686077927</id><published>2008-08-11T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:57:17.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>蒙胧</title><content type='html'>空，就像缺了一角，填补不了。&lt;br /&gt;梦，那刺痛，熟悉。&lt;br /&gt;它，若与现实重叠，你愿相信吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-7815809747686077927?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/7815809747686077927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=7815809747686077927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7815809747686077927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7815809747686077927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='蒙胧'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-3100331376725152372</id><published>2008-08-09T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:17:11.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One foot in front of the Other</title><content type='html'>Today is National Day!! Happy Birthday Singapore. I would not call myself patriotic, but I do vividly remember the times spent in school, singing the national anthem and celebrating in school with songs that I could not forget. Home. Stand up for Singapore. One People One Nation One Singapore. How singing bonds me closer to the country. It does. Miao and Wen, I do miss singing with you girls.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the opening to Olympics. Impressive=) Benny commented that he thought it funny that girls like to watch olympics. haha.. and then I reminded him that Im probably more a sportsperson than him. and yes. I love watching sports event. But no soccer and no basketball. They bore me out.&lt;br /&gt;I think sports, like music, is a common language. Regardless of whether you understand the rules, watching them fight, determined, on court, is something that really inspires. Italy vs Russia in volleyball. Whoa. And I recalled playing ball games. How it felt to lag behind, how it felt to be in lead, how it felt when others are catching up, what its like to win, what its like to lose, where you are, who you are with. Some how, it is a common feeling shared.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt really stand watching weightlifting though. Under 48kg lifting 115kg. Damn. How they look, their expression, led me to imagine their training routine. These girls. Perhaps, how lonely, how stressed. I felt like crying for them. Bronze went to a Taiwanese who shared my name - Chen Wei-Ling.&lt;br /&gt;Im more or less settled down at work already. Started talking a little bit. Learnt to do payment, vouchers, cheques, creditor reconcilation. I guess its a good learning platform, despite the fact that i might not need such knowledge in the future. Its just something good to know I guess.&lt;br /&gt;What am I tensed up about? I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;School is therapeutic. I just love relaxing in that simple environment, just sitting there, breathing in the air. It recharges. I love school! Plans to return every Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Knocked out last night. I was scratching a mosquito bite thought that I'm dreaming about scratching it. haha.. I thought that it felt damn good, even in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a straight road. Just walk straight. Sometimes you might fall or think- what the hell am I doing. But life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-3100331376725152372?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/3100331376725152372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=3100331376725152372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/3100331376725152372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/3100331376725152372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-foot-in-front-of-other.html' title='One foot in front of the Other'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-596860461753613046</id><published>2008-08-09T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:50:36.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Negativities</title><content type='html'>I hate noises. I hate to quarrel. I hate people around me to quarrel. Do not talk to me when you are agitated. It stresses me up.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be neglected. I hate indecisiveness. I hate an over-dosage of self-pity and complains. It irritates me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-596860461753613046?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/596860461753613046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=596860461753613046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/596860461753613046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/596860461753613046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/08/negativities.html' title='Negativities'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-1204559593955542099</id><published>2008-08-07T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:28:02.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Call</title><content type='html'>I can feel myself shrivelling, like dried prunes. So much so that it is affecting my appetite, my habits. Alot are happening, at home, at work, to me. I haven't laughed for a week nor given a single sincere smile. This is a case of being incredibly tired.&lt;br /&gt;Job switch, family, passion, friends, work, school, money.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a couple more days to find myself back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-1204559593955542099?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/1204559593955542099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=1204559593955542099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1204559593955542099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1204559593955542099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/08/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake Up Call'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-7125028759384095585</id><published>2008-08-05T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:44:04.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start</title><content type='html'>Its a new start, a new environment. Having concluded my internship, i have just experienced a drastic change in job expectations. Somehow, i couldnt help it but miss my internship a little.&lt;br /&gt;An internship: you are given a few 'projects' and held responsible for the completion of the entire process, the planning, the paper work, the execution. You see the process from the start till the end. A complete picture.&lt;br /&gt;A temp: you do the paper work that you are given. Many of which requires no thinking on your part. Of the responsibilities given, yours is to make sure that there is no typo. (My new point of view)&lt;br /&gt;If an internship is a slice of a cake, then, a temp is really, just a bite. Insufficient to form anything on its own.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard, the transition and expectations. How I think I was too efficient and asked to do things slower. How I have to wait for one little paper work and one little paper work to come my way.&lt;br /&gt;I do miss the independence. At the start of work, you know. Alright, I have a license to renew, an internal audit to complete, obsolete items to find or maybe a work instruction to update. Or perhaps, ooo... yf is organising a fire drill or there is a briefing for the warehouse staff. Otherwise, I'm going out on a sales visit, I'm going to the warehouse for equipment calibration or even, I have a meeting with the contractors. And then, I think of all the nitty gritty details that I need, in order to complete any one of the above-mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;I have never minded inefficiency or hand holding that much before. I guess, the internship has brought me to another level of work.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is not to say that I havent yet learn anything. For one, I have finally made peace with Excel 2007. I used to 'dislike' that system. I remembered once, in Thinklab, I couldn't find the print button. Darn. haha.. Spent 2 days finding documents, printing Material Requisition, issuing payment vouchers and issuing cheques. Doing the Internal Audit helped. I'm so used to touching every single file and document, so used to the invoice, PO, DO and the thick stack of permits, shipping documents (BL, Weight Note, Clearance, Packing List)...So used to them that when the Accounts Executive told me that she has alot of files and ask me to feel free to browse through them, I was totally not intimidated and totally not impressed. sigh. But slowly, she is passing some more work to me and expecting me to know what to do with each of them. Fine. Thats great. I mean, Im serious about wanting to learn something in this one month. My curiosity can only be neglected for that long. Im NOSEY!&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the working aspect of work!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. the people there are generally younger. The Accounts Executive is only 23. Still older than me but yup. Generally the people there are friendly with me but a little reserved. I see some mild politics, but I have seen worst, so that is fine. Its a different culture. A different environment. A new start.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I might have given the impression that Im very reserved *like HOW is that POSSIBLE* I have been intoxicated and POISONED! I still cant believe the fact that I did the 'LISTEN and SMILE' thing on the first day of work! Like 'omg! wei ling. say something. Its MY TURN to say something. QUICK!' but yup. I just SMILED! Reverting the entire impression takes conscious effort. ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!&lt;br /&gt;I did the weirdest thing I have ever done in my entire life today. I mean, I have done so many weird things, but this is by far, top on chart. I sms-ed yf's brother, whom I dont know and who doesnt know me, to get yf's Msia's hp number. If im the brother, i'll be thinking: WTH. And if im yf, i'll be thinking: WTH as well. 'cause, from my point of view, my action is super DIAO. I SWEAR that Im not trying to stalk him or anything. The internship! bleahz. the same thing that Im missing like nuts is never ending! And because the skiver is uncontactable, macham CALL DIVERT like that. Everything becomes my problem.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry if I scare you. ok. No Im not. WAH~ of all times, you got to be so difficult to contact. You know how hard it is to haunt you down or not. Next time I really need to splash paint drop bomb liao! or else 飞鸽传书 also can. hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;Things are happening at home. Things that stretched on for nearly 10 years. well. Get used to it. A pat on my shoulder and a hug for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Im feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be bright and sunny *if its not, I don't have to know. I'll insist that its BRIGHT and SUNNY* I'll have new friends. I'll stop thinking when I go to Clementi, have bee hoon, eat lunch, look at the air ventilator, google, facebook, youtube, watch pictures, chit chat. A whole new world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-7125028759384095585?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/7125028759384095585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=7125028759384095585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7125028759384095585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7125028759384095585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-start.html' title='A New Start'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-5565285511169923500</id><published>2008-07-30T10:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:46:08.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is for you</title><content type='html'>It'll be the last day of my internship stint tomorrow and I'm not sure what should I be feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The work here had been a rather enlightening experience. I mean, I work in a SME. Its one that is run by a family. You get to understand the hierachy and everyone else is just everyone else!&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first day. I went to Clementi and waited for bus 78. And I waited and waited and waited. And just when Im getting all panicky that the bus driver had gone on a strike, the bus came. Alighting, I met this guy at the gate to the office. My age. I went: "Are you 'ye4' feng?" He went: " huh" and he mumbled something that I didn't catch (and then I pretended that I heard what he said 'cause its weird to ask someone who you are meeting for the 'first' time to repeat themselves). I assumed that he must be the other intern. Apparently, we took the same bus but alighted at different stops.&lt;br /&gt;Up to the office. The previous interview was conducted in English. It was a pleasent surprise that the Personnel Manager spoke to us in Chinese. I looked at this person sitting beside me and wondered if he was comfortable in the language. Friends know that I speak Chinese all the time. But believe me. If work did really call for it and if this weird guy couldn't speak Chinese, I would have stuck to the language that I use purely for Business purposes. He replied to all questions in Chinese. I found it funny that his voice always sound a little husky at first. Just like he wasn't prepared to speak to anyone and someone caught him off guard. I smile=) (ok. I admit that I was going to LAUGH if only the PM wasnt around) oh right. AND then he told the PM his name is 'yi feng'. The 'ye' pronounced as 'yee' I guess. I was like 'oops. shit. should not have asked for his name just now. he didnt hear anything he didnt hear anything'. I was very amused.&lt;br /&gt;I was very lost at work at first. Like I was thrown there and expected to know what I should do and what I was to look out for during my Internal Audit. Hundreds of files and I have no idea where do I start. I secretly believe that yf must be as lost as me just that I make it known and he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;The work started. Our time splited between office and warehouse. And that was the time when we met all the very simple and innocent friends at work. This warehouse admin Jennifer who took care of us like her kids, buying breakfast for us, giving me oilment for mosquito bites, herbal tea when I was falling sick, joking with us and entertaining us (I still think its the other way round though. She enjoys making fun of us. Like how yf came to be known as Liu De Hua). She is a very direct and easy-going person. So many jokes and so many memories in the little warehouse office. Im quite sure I blushed a few times and turned red like a lobster from an overdosage of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, the colleagues rendered their help for which I am very grateful. Always so patient with me. haha.. calling me a xiao mei mei. Repeating instructions and never ever raising their voice at me.&lt;br /&gt;How I came to join dance was this:&lt;br /&gt;I had this GREAT plan to improve my hand eye leg coordination problem and I decided to convince Miao to accompany me for a dance class. No real idea of what particular dance to join. Just wanted something easy to pick up, not too expensive and something I dared to learn (well, I shld probably learn belly dancing but then again, I don't dare to). At the pantry at lunch during the first week of work, i overheard a phone call. omg. This quiet guy sitting beside me dances! AND he was the Chairperson. haha.. all deed done. No more internet search no more not knowing what to do and no more fickle-mindedness. I mean, after asking him so much, how could I not join and still face him at work for the next 11 weeks? And so I made sure I convince Miao. haha.. Glad was interested all along. So yup! Head straight for dance after work on every wednesday and saturday.&lt;br /&gt;We talked. I would have withered if I have no one to talk to. So I bugged and probed and irritated.. You get my point. And then this person had the nerves to tell me I'm like his mom. Personality, he added. Lucky him.&lt;br /&gt;Childhood, the flying fox, dad, mom, brother, cousins, ancesters, friends, dance, food, malaysia, singapore, studies, france eh. Mary Poppins? Hey, there are many things to talk about and my. When he talks (which is rare), he talks. I know more about him than he knows me. haha.. as he said, I'm 'very 8' (aka nosey). The photo and video viewing on his labtop had been entertaining. But he is probably the worst person on earth to be asked to be a tour guide. He doesnt describe anything! haha..&lt;br /&gt;I remember that at times when work was piling up and im suffocating to meet the deadlines, he will offer to help. Thanks loads. I have said that I want to treat you, but never got the chance yea. So a thanks should suffice=)&lt;br /&gt;I want to declare that I have a new weird friend. By my standard. He's weird. haha.. the whole world can be talking and he will look upon and smile. YES. He SMILES. You ask to dump some rice/food on his plate, he'll ask you to give it to him after you are done with it. You ask him: hey, how was yesterday's event? He'll think for 5 seconds before saying *in anticipation of what he is going to say* "你想要知道什么？" You ask him to walk slower, he'll say "我走太快你讲，我走太慢你也讲。女人啊~" Your phone rang and no one is speaking into the phone. You realise that he is the one playing with the intercom. While people uses '做么' and '干嘛', he uses '什么'. When you are looking for the supervisor (who had left already), he will tell you that the supervisor is in the conference room. When I knock my head against the phone. He LAUGHED.&lt;br /&gt;He probably doesnt realise that he is quite an entertainer. Look at him and you will laugh. Its even more of a surprise that he noticed that the first time we met was not the first day of work, but during the day of the interview. He was leaving and I was waiting at the reception area.&lt;br /&gt;I once said: I'm very bad with names.&lt;br /&gt;He replied: But will you forget a THREE MONTH long friend's name? 3 months is a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I said: I might.&lt;br /&gt;Hey buddy. Even though you will not read this *phew~*&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say that I will remember your name yea. Confirm plus chop.&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky that I have a friend to accompany me through this 12weeks here. You made a few of my days and probably spoiled some (not that you know). And as your personality is as it is, I bet we'll lose touch after tomorrow. I'll see you in school... in August 2009. This post is dedicated to you. Do take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-5565285511169923500?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/5565285511169923500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=5565285511169923500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5565285511169923500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5565285511169923500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-for-you.html' title='This Is for you'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-5588540067407152853</id><published>2008-07-27T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:33:23.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisation</title><content type='html'>The door is closing. Enter or get locked out.&lt;br /&gt;=the opportunities in life=&lt;br /&gt;The worst is not knowing if you should get it or just forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-5588540067407152853?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/5588540067407152853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=5588540067407152853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5588540067407152853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/5588540067407152853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/07/realisation.html' title='Realisation'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-7915529334035261373</id><published>2008-07-26T21:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:44:51.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is my Playground. the Dancefloor is Yours.</title><content type='html'>When Im in a good mood, all high and happy over something, I can find a million things to do except blogging. Headache from the loud music.&lt;br /&gt;My first exposure to dance competitions. Of course. Before you laugh, Im NOT participating. So yup. keep your giggle to yourself=p Its called Merlion International Dancesport Championship 2008, held at an ulu-ated place, Orchid Country Club. A splash of colours, pink, orange, red, or anything that captures the attention. Cha Cha, Jive, Samba and Rumba. Half way through, I got distracted by my headache so I pretty much didn't notice alot of things. haha.. but then again, was amazed at how lively people can be, how confident they are of their moves, their body, how smooth, how polished. I looked upon as a bystander, basking in the joyous music, watching, with admiration=)&lt;br /&gt;As much as I admire the people on the dancefloor, 'i'll never be like them' I thought. haha.. not that i don't WANT. Its just against my nature to want to be in the lime light.&lt;br /&gt;You look at their costumes.&lt;br /&gt;You look at their figure.&lt;br /&gt;You look at their faces.&lt;br /&gt;you look at their moves.&lt;br /&gt;And you feel the mood. Its lurking somewhere there. This happiness waiting to be shared with everyone else. The moves. So fast. So defined. So Sensual. haha.. I mean, such dances are supposed to be a bit 扇情right?&lt;br /&gt;The amateurs were really impressive. Under 21 category. So young yet so good. I reflected upon myself. Jacks of only a few trades and master of none. haha.. well. back to dance. I remember people flowing across the dancefloor, splits, turns. There is just so much room for anyone to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that bothered me was this. Kids, adorable ones. Some are still innocent. Some looked well.. sultry. At the age of like.. 7? 8? I don't know. Just a personal thought. But its a messy world. Adults might know better. But kids growing into adolescent. hmm.. well, well.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good experience. I kinda figured out why some of us look weird dancing. Its the hands. haha.. concentrating on the feets, we missed the fact that it is in fact, the hands that completes the look of the dance. hmm.. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Its your playground. Its your friends. Its your love. Smile. The dance of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have found myself uncertain of what should I make of things. My life is revolving much too close about a center. Is there a distance? An orbit will be good. Ouch. Eyes away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-7915529334035261373?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/7915529334035261373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=7915529334035261373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7915529334035261373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/7915529334035261373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/07/world-is-my-playground-dancefloor-is.html' title='The World is my Playground. the Dancefloor is Yours.'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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-567544078133898595.post-2233693769504010409</id><published>2008-07-21T11:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:09:22.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi kid. feeling like crap now that im catching a flu bug. sigh. after playing during the weekends, now im in the cui state eh.&lt;br /&gt;anw, something funny thing that i want to mention is this:&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, i was damn tired. so before a dance, i told daniel that HE gotta wake ME up first. and so the dance began. during the second 'change of hands', i accidentally shoved him very hard in his chest with my shoulders. like u know, i didnt move to the side enuf. haha.. he was like: "IM awake alr!!"then right after that, 2 seconds later during the penguin step, i stepped him very hard with my heels. and then he yelpped: "IM VERY AWAKE ALR!!"&lt;br /&gt;haha.. funny right? i was laughing so so so hard that i felt so awake after that. like he was alr awake to start off with. and I kept on attempting to wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;Went for Pinkie's 21st bday party after dance. The rain kinda hindered with the bbq but there was already enough food around. Plus we did the bbq-ing indoors after that. haha.. of course i did alot of the actual bbq-ing. Love to do it actually. Other than the fact that it gets you all sticky and oily=) Gotta know Grace's Secondary school friend, Amelia, who is really a nice and easy-to-talk-to person=) She was telling me about her great plans of backpacking once a year. this is like whoa. Words into action. She went to cambodia and vietnam last year, and taiwan this year. COOL. haha..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225360620183318018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SIQ1zIVXbgI/AAAAAAAAAes/1oMPp9bWUUs/s200/Image118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225360617967606130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SIQ1zAFGWXI/AAAAAAAAAek/yF2RiMPM3Ms/s200/Image117.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The meddy frens who I went to Taiwan with were there as well! haha... haven seen them in quite a while. Yin Xia is still so so so funny. Chinese Missy. haha.. she cannot bbq marshmellows and she cannot use the camera! haha.. She is really super cute and funny. A pity bra-bra and Yi Jing were not there. Oooo.. and I still love to make fun of Grace;s little brother. The same one whom I played toy sword with last time! Just that he is so much taller and mature already. Sobs. what happened to the little kid who fought with me?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Bday Pinkie! Make some time for me=D &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225360618670414978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SIQ1zCsqXII/AAAAAAAAAec/ehxI8ydtN7M/s200/Image102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225360622325887234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SIQ1zQUMcQI/AAAAAAAAAe0/sSnRWqmD8Q8/s200/Image121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Went to the pru chalet for 30seconds? stupid da bai. he told me he gg. then in the end, when i reach thr, almost all the ppl there are those that i have nv seen before. so i quickly siam with jia ying and tc=p&lt;br /&gt;Was in a disturby mood last night. Its a new word: disturby. It means 'who-ask-you-to-be-here-for-me-to-disturb'. haha.. I told Pj that: Im in Love...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;with my bed.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2233693769504010409?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2233693769504010409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=2233693769504010409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2233693769504010409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2233693769504010409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-dance.html' title='The last dance'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SIQ1zIVXbgI/AAAAAAAAAes/1oMPp9bWUUs/s72-c/Image118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-2391161639611446426</id><published>2008-07-17T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:24:39.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mude.</title><content type='html'>ich bin mude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had fun over the past few days. And the result? Im feeling IT again. The ear- itching-scratch-no-use-syndrome. The precursor to a full blown flu. haha.. but am trying to contain the virus and kill it before maturity=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was a super mad rush! From tuition, I rushed to the dance studio to get something from Glad and then rushed down to meet TC at bugis to buy a present. There was dance class on Sunday from 130~4. I stepped in at 330. As I walk, people started asking: how come u are so late? I was like: 我是来拿东西的. Then yf gave me a stunned and the why-are-you-here-face. That was kinda funny. And so the story goes. When I was leaving the studio, people started asking: 要走了啊？为什么这么快就要走了？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我是来拿东西的~!=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday was a night with my Grandpa. He went: 'aye?' when he saw me at the door. Then he started laughing. Remember how I always say that my grandpa laughs when he sees me? yea. He is still doing that=D Haven seen him in a month. Gonna miss him for 3 months when Im not in Singapore. hee. Buy KFC for him the next time I visit him before I fly=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was family day out to the cinema for 赤壁! Tony Leung!! Takeshi Kaneshiro! haha.. I must comment that the show blends history into the modern context of humour. The whole Cinema was laughing. Other than the fact that it is splitted up into part 1 and part 2, I think the movie is good. haha.. Read up the basic history and go for it! Its really good. Im so going to watch part 2 when its up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was dance. haha. was at Kallang so so so early because I took a lift from a colleague. And then I walked to the dance studio from Kallang=) TC came to visit, which was really a surprise. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223878970618698514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SH7yPxlcWxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/gH1RKsTkpBM/s200/Image117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;haha.. when my friends knew that I walked from Kallang, they all thought that I was having a fever=p Its actually quite near. Just gotta know where to walk. Anyway, I concluded yesterday that I have bad direction sense. Almost got lost in the neighbourhood near the studio. Luckily I knew the block number=D Like: Singapore is so small. Who will get lost?!. Well. Apparently, me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note: Its weird to be looking at little frogs in bags. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How pretty is this? Very.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223878969163480130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SH7yPsKffEI/AAAAAAAAAds/MWNPEziKRkM/s200/Image115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223879981021798722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SH7zKloUIUI/AAAAAAAAAd8/NZXGnQN0xP0/s200/Image116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-2391161639611446426?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/2391161639611446426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=2391161639611446426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2391161639611446426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/2391161639611446426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/07/mude.html' title='Mude.'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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://bp3.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SH7yPxlcWxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/gH1RKsTkpBM/s72-c/Image117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-740763260731018480</id><published>2008-07-12T20:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:11:47.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>复杂</title><content type='html'>I have zero image in front of you and really don't see a point in having one. 好朋友.. so你中几了？=D I was so amused at what had happened that I just had to show the auntie your NRIC to prove and ascertain the fact that you are approaching 21. haha.. gotta be due to your honey words that cheated the aunties of their feelings. Thanks for choosing, thanks for doing everything on my behalf, thanks for drinks and thanks for coming when I needed help and company.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i have another dumb photo of you. but really. eh. I guess I should not spoil your image further=D&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd off day of my internship and this is going to be the last one too.&lt;br /&gt;9am. city hall. BK breakfast and loads of crap. Hope you like the card and the golden key. I mean, at least I tried doing something right? even if its not like very pretty. But of course, my photo on the card beautified everything=D *puke*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222748177557109634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrty9KcO4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/c7mR2SdXQHc/s200/Image103.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222748180041078322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrtzGaqljI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0I3pYXimCHQ/s200/Image114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222737664427734498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrkPAtEteI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0HcVVN1dO7M/s200/Image107.jpg" border="0" /&gt; To Flyer. Why are we not reaching yet. Jacket. Warm.&lt;br /&gt;Palms sweating. Cool. Singapore Flyer. Here I come! Well, it was just an over-imaginative mind. The whole structure is very stable. Scenaries. I guess everything will be alot prettier at sun set. Nothing mysterious at noon. All clear in a glance. Im really happy that we took 48 photos today. haha.. kids! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222747630138236290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrtTF3nHYI/AAAAAAAAAc8/FprHyVSiyfg/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222747636309130386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrtTc23fJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Kj3CYRNanvw/s200/Image135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222739058391911922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrlgJoCDfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/cdPz5wi0cU8/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222737647208485922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrkOAjr1CI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oxkWjpYEo_8/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222739063724305026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrlgdfX6oI/AAAAAAAAAcU/20QcnCBFZg8/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222737652029405138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrkOShFN9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/-T3y3DXWBcM/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222737660636786322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrkOylPbpI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XuUlWgtSqfE/s200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222737656146588834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrkOh2sdKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6ngUmo1a4A4/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222747636024735218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrtTbzD9fI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ezw83h398hc/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;NDP. Road block. damn. no bus=p cab down to dance class today. haven't cab for a long time sia. haha.. but well, I was late! what choice do i have. And the army guys on duty were really irresponisble eh. They saw us all waiting at the bus stop and no one came to tell us that there were no more buses until we asked.&lt;br /&gt;Dance class was extended for one more week. I really don't think I counted wrongly. But yea. I guess I really don't mind one more week of it. Love company at the class if not i'll totally stone and not feel like dancing at all. It takes good mood yea. Glad. Michelle. Sue Chen. Pei Juan. Zhong yi. Ching Ching. Clarence. Kai Yang. Alvin. Daniel. Shawn. eh. yf? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222740384831024674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrmtW_wriI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Es3UDSWgdzc/s200/Image142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222740390535836450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrmtsP5MyI/AAAAAAAAAc0/v8Lv3Plgksg/s200/Image141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think the saddest thing is when people lie to themselves. But to be totally honest is something I have not been able to do. ha. Sometimes, I really feel like asking my friends. Besides the Wei Ling who laughs, jokes, talks alot, when I'm quiet, will you know what I am thinking of? Is there anything beyond what is the obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-740763260731018480?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/740763260731018480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=740763260731018480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/740763260731018480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/740763260731018480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='复杂'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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://bp3.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrty9KcO4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/c7mR2SdXQHc/s72-c/Image103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-6112581511367287292</id><published>2008-07-06T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:38:45.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, its good to have a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, its nice to hang out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it may be time to take a little rest.&lt;br /&gt;Had a recent evening out with glad, miao and sue chen to esplanade for a concert. PA Talent eh.. Sound of Music. People can become quite nostalgic after that. haha.. it reminded me of my Primary school days, when they promote racial harmony, showcase ethnic dances, china town, little india, malay village.. they added in tap dance, umbrella dance, ballroom dance, ballet and some cupwheels and stuff. Many parts were rather funny. Bicycles and motorcycles on stage, little flying devils and white cloth used to depict roti prata. What I found weird, was myself actually. I was looking at weird stuff, like the shoes of the female lead, the shoulders of the male lead, how the dress of a girl got stepped on, how I worry that the female lead will trip over the beam of the swing, how I was looking into the darkness and not the spotlight, how I was looking all over the place for the live orchestra, how I noticed that the voice of the male lead was one octave higher than the female's, how I found my friend on stage by recognising his hair... Well, the only 2 parts that I think could have been better: the voice of the devil was not powerful and evil enough and that the standard dance of the male lead could have been better. His posture became a little weird at that part. Other than that, his body language was fantastic. Totally captivating. The little episode of romance was not very convincing though. I guess, its too innocent to be believeable. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222739856235908962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrmOl03T2I/AAAAAAAAAcc/A6_MLf8UVdI/s200/Image115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222739864391766290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrmPENX0RI/AAAAAAAAAck/TLjYzxNJTS8/s200/Image099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambience at makan sutra was great. haha.. I love the nearness of the river, the cool wind blowing onto your face, the open air concept that allowed me to look into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;有时，想着想着，难免向往。&lt;br /&gt;有时，看着看着，难免伤感。&lt;br /&gt;有时，闭上眼睛，距离却越长。&lt;br /&gt;有时，伸出手，但不知该往何方。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-6112581511367287292?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/6112581511367287292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=6112581511367287292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6112581511367287292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/6112581511367287292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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/_3Wi3BpYChoY/SHrmOl03T2I/AAAAAAAAAcc/A6_MLf8UVdI/s72-c/Image115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-567544078133898595.post-1346835135434552790</id><published>2008-07-03T08:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:11:46.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silliness Is In the Eye of the Executor</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder, why is it that im the only one doing silly things continuously. Like im born to do all these. haha.. even my gor gor likes to say: 爸爸， 为什么你的女儿这样的？&lt;br /&gt;okie. let me confess my doings first.&lt;br /&gt;1. I knocked the phone receiver against my head=D&lt;br /&gt;haha.. how is that possible? sometimes i marvel at the type of things I actually do. haha.. but this time round, its really not my fault la. I emphasize. NOT MY FAULT. its not even some important call that I was in a hurry to pick up. Its just my friend playing with the Intercom. wah. sacrifice my head because of that eh. Not worth it. I was distracted la. 'cause I was looking at him playing with the phone and I have no idea why I still picked up the phone. But anyway, I was picking up and looking at his phone and talking to him at the same time, asking him if he is damn free and then, 'KOK'!! Super duper loud can. haha.. and he had the heart to laugh so hard at me.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was in the warehouse office and some one came to collect the goods. I wanted to call the upstairs office to get Jen to come down. BUT I couldnt remember the extension. Trying my luck, I pressed 111. AND...&lt;br /&gt;'Hello, Mary arh'&lt;br /&gt;"我是Mary的姐姐"&lt;br /&gt;'HUH??'&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that I called my Operations Manager by mistake. and NO. They are not siblings. haha.. super malu.&lt;br /&gt;3. This is gladys' fault for making us laugh during dance. The dance instructor was like: 他们三个笑得很开心。来，让他们来分享到底什么这么好笑。Sue Chen very quickly siam to the side. Then glad followed suit. And I was the most lag one! Then the instructor said: 他们笑完之后，全部跑到旁边去。*PAISEH* And because I was in a trying-to-be-funny-mood. My conversation with the instructor became damn funny and embarrassing for me. *sigh* I should just try-not-to-be-funny.=D&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. almost forgot. I stepped my own toes during dance. haha.. Dance class has been so funny. I think I spent more energy laughing then dancing=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, a drum of acid spilled. You should have seen the fumes. I think anyone who is there would have like shortened their lives. But its still a pretty special experience. Went out with my supervisor to meet clients yesterday. haha.. sometimes I do wonder how come people engage in such cliche and surface conversation in the business world. haha.. but well, actually Im quite good at that as well=) Alot of work to be done. 27 more days to the end of the internship! Everything will go smoothly! hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/567544078133898595-1346835135434552790?l=gluckschwein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/feeds/1346835135434552790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=567544078133898595&amp;postID=1346835135434552790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1346835135434552790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/567544078133898595/posts/default/1346835135434552790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gluckschwein.blogspot.com/2008/07/silliness-is-in-eye-of-executor.html' title='Silliness Is In the Eye of the Executor'/><author><name>Wei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220368731633026065</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>
