<?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-8418936620305474324</id><updated>2011-07-09T00:00:48.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS LONE GONE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-6150984134626417634</id><published>2009-07-30T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:17:56.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i moved!</title><content type='html'>i have officially moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;airboyisthelove.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, theres no www(:&lt;br /&gt;much loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8418936620305474324.post-8460864388690849825</id><published>2009-05-30T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:18:09.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOUBLE LIVES</title><content type='html'>im like leading double lives,&lt;br /&gt;updating my other blog and here also.&lt;br /&gt;if you want my other blog, do ask me for the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and, cause there like memories here too,&lt;br /&gt;im still in the midst of considering whether to close it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days,&lt;br /&gt;and siying disappears for 2 weeks! :D&lt;br /&gt;take it as a short hiatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be back before you know it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8418936620305474324.post-710973326362058452</id><published>2009-05-21T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:23:17.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUN.</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wish i have someone&lt;br /&gt;to sing this to me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;run baby run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't ever look back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they'll tear us apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you give them the chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't sell your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't say we're not meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;run baby run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;f&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;orever will be you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;check yes juliet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wishing, wanting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yours for the taking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just sneak out and don't tell a soul goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-710973326362058452?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/710973326362058452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=710973326362058452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/710973326362058452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/710973326362058452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/run.html' title='RUN.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-8971320958645518575</id><published>2009-05-19T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:12:05.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSIDE YOUR HEAVEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;when we touch,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when we love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the stars line up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the wrong becomes undone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;naturally, my soul surrenders&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sun and the moonlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all my dreams are in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I wanna be inside your heaven &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take me to the place you cry from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when a storm blows your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be the earth that holds you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every bit of air your breathin in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a soothin wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when minutes turn to days and years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if mountains fall, I'll still be here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;holding you until the day I die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take me to the place you cry from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when a storm blows your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8971320958645518575?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8971320958645518575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=8971320958645518575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8971320958645518575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8971320958645518575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/inside-your-heaven.html' title='INSIDE YOUR HEAVEN'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-9132950692484197026</id><published>2009-05-19T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:45:49.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEWHERE</title><content type='html'>Somewhere Between All Our Laughs (from the very first day),&lt;br /&gt;Long Talks (at everywhere plus supper),&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Little Fights (over nothing much)&lt;br /&gt;And All Our (Lame) Jokes,&lt;br /&gt;I Fell In Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;approximately 13 more days&lt;br /&gt;and counting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-9132950692484197026?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/9132950692484197026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=9132950692484197026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/9132950692484197026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/9132950692484197026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/somewhere.html' title='SOMEWHERE'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-4718043325301015877</id><published>2009-05-16T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:03:02.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOULD YOU SAY,</title><content type='html'>comparisions are pointless and endless&lt;br /&gt;one should not look to comparing unless&lt;br /&gt;its to compare past and present&lt;br /&gt;learn from mistakes, reflect and move on&lt;br /&gt;comparisions are only useful in constructing someone&lt;br /&gt;anything else, is pointless&lt;br /&gt;and make everything cease to have meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'she looks at the list he made, the list of how he fell in love with her&lt;br /&gt;clutching it in her hand she realises for sure,&lt;br /&gt;how things will never be the same again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-4718043325301015877?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4718043325301015877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=4718043325301015877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/4718043325301015877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/4718043325301015877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/comparisions-are-pointless-and-endless.html' title='WOULD YOU SAY,'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-3014861548802213270</id><published>2009-05-15T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:20:11.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS LONG AS</title><content type='html'>a pop song having an old-age concept&lt;br /&gt;the concept of second chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what is written in your history&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as youre here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont care who you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where youre from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as you love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3014861548802213270?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3014861548802213270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=3014861548802213270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/3014861548802213270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/3014861548802213270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-long-as.html' title='AS LONG AS'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-6136829128378552050</id><published>2009-05-14T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:18:20.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THATS JUST IT.</title><content type='html'>life, in so many instances&lt;br /&gt;has no second chances&lt;br /&gt;people appearing in your life,&lt;br /&gt;causing you to change directions,&lt;br /&gt;make decisions resulting in you&lt;br /&gt;never able to be the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then those people walk out,&lt;br /&gt;leaving behind everything they once built&lt;br /&gt;they once tried to built&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may ask why i am writing all these&lt;br /&gt;i realised, if not a little too late,&lt;br /&gt;the toughest thing in life is not to ask for a second shot&lt;br /&gt;at something, a second chance in doing something right&lt;br /&gt;from anyone else for that matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but finding the reason to give yourself a second chance&lt;br /&gt;finding the reason to believe you will do it right this time&lt;br /&gt;especially when you are in a position where doing it right&lt;br /&gt;is so uncertain, not something whereby you put in hard work,&lt;br /&gt;you can expect things will work out somehow.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot find this reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i then now, deny myself of this second chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sad, that its me i cant cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I got down on my knees and told you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was yours forever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you get down on yours too and take my hand? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would we get that old time feelin', would we laugh and talk for hours &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way we did when our love first began? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-6136829128378552050?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6136829128378552050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=6136829128378552050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/6136829128378552050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/6136829128378552050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-just-it.html' title='THATS JUST IT.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-26575175083677302</id><published>2009-05-14T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:29:24.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEATED</title><content type='html'>i just finished a heated debate with janice&lt;br /&gt;about morals and perceptions&lt;br /&gt;my brain cells are finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more intellectual questions today please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets do emotional now&lt;br /&gt;i know that there are so many people in my life in ngee ann&lt;br /&gt;who came in and out of my life but left such deep impressions&lt;br /&gt;that i will not forget for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;words are only words, but words are all i have&lt;br /&gt;i cannot begin to express how much i cherish each and every one of you&lt;br /&gt;who crossed my path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirley,weekok,rodney,shuxian&lt;br /&gt;the days of doing rubbish projects at canteen one is over&lt;br /&gt;in fact, canteen one days are over&lt;br /&gt;wherever, however we moved on in life,&lt;br /&gt;i pray that we will always stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;thank you, for giving me an opportunity to care for you&lt;br /&gt;each and every one of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate all your uniqueness and talents&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate all your friendship and time&lt;br /&gt;words cannot begin to describe&lt;br /&gt;this ending of a phase but the exciting beginning of all our lives&lt;br /&gt;my friends from ngee ann,&lt;br /&gt;our lives, have just begun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-26575175083677302?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/26575175083677302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=26575175083677302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/26575175083677302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/26575175083677302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/heated.html' title='HEATED'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-5484176247903400494</id><published>2009-05-13T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:42:54.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOLE AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Looking back on when we first met&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot escape and I cannot forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby you're the one, you still turn me on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can make me whole again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is laying heavy on my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems I've got too much of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since we've been apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friends make me smile, if only for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can make me whole again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its graduation today!&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;and i right now am more concerned with a growing&lt;br /&gt;pimple under my eyelid&lt;br /&gt;it says online that its caused by poor nutrition and stress&lt;br /&gt;or dirty things that touch the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i already think i knew what&lt;br /&gt;please just dont swell and burst pimple!&lt;br /&gt;i hope it goes away like with at least 20 hours of slp&lt;br /&gt;i shall hibernate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though im not sure whether i can sleep that long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-5484176247903400494?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5484176247903400494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=5484176247903400494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/5484176247903400494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/5484176247903400494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/whole-again.html' title='WHOLE AGAIN'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-8035171505006142917</id><published>2009-05-12T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:34:15.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN IT?</title><content type='html'>will things be simpler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;will i not struggle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems like the right thing to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me its wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XYK7GojZBSc/Sghg-Ftl-UI/AAAAAAAAAUM/4QCfyphql5A/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XYK7GojZBSc/SghhbUmnSpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yQ3eaRulSfE/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334620880635382418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XYK7GojZBSc/SghhbUmnSpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yQ3eaRulSfE/s320/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8418936620305474324-8035171505006142917?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8035171505006142917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=8035171505006142917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8035171505006142917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8035171505006142917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-it.html' title='CAN IT?'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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/_XYK7GojZBSc/SghhbUmnSpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yQ3eaRulSfE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-4617628181359385423</id><published>2009-05-11T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:14:25.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP CRYING YOUR HEART OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hold up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be scared,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll never change what's been and gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May your smile, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shine on, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be scared, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your destiny may keep you warm,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause all of the stars,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have faded away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just try not to worry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll see them someday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take what you need, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And be on your way and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop crying your heart out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-4617628181359385423?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4617628181359385423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-8418936620305474324.post-7579172303766948927</id><published>2009-05-11T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:58:54.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORTH</title><content type='html'>ever wonder how people just can make you feel worthless sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;they know what to say and which area to hit just right to make you cringe&lt;br /&gt;bending over in pain looking for a place to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do, and we all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today however i give thanks to a person who gave me an injection&lt;br /&gt;of encouragement right when i needed the most&lt;br /&gt;it hasnt been the best week and there has been so much doubts&lt;br /&gt;in my head, cast by people of the past or present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, caught star trek today with my family&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty awesome&lt;br /&gt;i however am lost when it comes to physics&lt;br /&gt;such as alternate realities, time and space travel theories&lt;br /&gt;my gosh, i just take things that happened as the way they happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday has already come,&lt;br /&gt;and this is the start of a great great week&lt;br /&gt;by faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7579172303766948927?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7579172303766948927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=7579172303766948927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7579172303766948927'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the more i learn the more i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the more my heart cant get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats when i love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3349687336715293128?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3349687336715293128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=3349687336715293128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/3349687336715293128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/3349687336715293128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-some-good-news.html' title='FINALLY SOME GOOD NEWS'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-7060879394642050419</id><published>2009-05-08T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:22:59.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THOSE DAYS, WEAK</title><content type='html'>its one of those days that i have so much bad things on my mind&lt;br /&gt;that i become numb to feeling upset about the bad things&lt;br /&gt;like how i reviewed the past few days and feel that&lt;br /&gt;i have so many areas to work on, so much support i perhaps may need&lt;br /&gt;im not sure if there is any good news this week in store for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually when im upset i will go eat something good&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like doing that now, in fact i no longer really want to eat anything&lt;br /&gt;i can just sit here the whole day staring at the window&lt;br /&gt;my mind just a blank, thinking of nothing and remember nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its one of those days where im not sure how long it will last&lt;br /&gt;where im not sure even whether i want it to last&lt;br /&gt;some people are willing to let themselves mop like this forever&lt;br /&gt;sink into this pit that they themselves not want to get out from&lt;br /&gt;i for one, am not sure where the line lies now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who never knew how much I loved them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I live with the regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That my true feelings for them never were revealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I made a promise to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To say each day how much she means to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And avoid that circumstance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7060879394642050419?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7060879394642050419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=7060879394642050419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7060879394642050419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7060879394642050419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/those-days-weak.html' title='THOSE DAYS, WEAK'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-1640710424387142288</id><published>2009-05-08T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:41:17.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMOTIONAL</title><content type='html'>im sick, i should be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder why i had to pick such nights to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;i opened the door and stood at the corridor outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the view from my house, not too high to see nothing&lt;br /&gt;and not too low to be unable to make out details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the air was cold, i looked up at the skies&lt;br /&gt;then my vision blurred&lt;br /&gt;i knew it&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to ignore that&lt;br /&gt;constant tagging at my heart for so long&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, perhaps more than i thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-1640710424387142288?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1640710424387142288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=1640710424387142288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1640710424387142288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1640710424387142288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotional.html' title='EMOTIONAL'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-3578652689099668287</id><published>2009-05-06T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:14:15.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JACK OF ALL TRADES</title><content type='html'>i feel that im a jack of most trades&lt;br /&gt;and a master of none&lt;br /&gt;im not sure if i am happy being this way&lt;br /&gt;that remains to be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sentiments today include how much of a lousy week this is&lt;br /&gt;and how my shoulders ache from carrying the accessories around&lt;br /&gt;how the most little things in life can really ruin a day&lt;br /&gt;transport, weather etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also believe that similarly there are so many little things&lt;br /&gt;in life that makes a great difference in my day&lt;br /&gt;getting to really rely on God in many aspects&lt;br /&gt;where we cant fill up, He always does&lt;br /&gt;and a short phone call from France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i wondered if forgetting the past allows me&lt;br /&gt;to move forward better,&lt;br /&gt;past failures and hurts&lt;br /&gt;today i wondered how to truly help people&lt;br /&gt;leaving in them something that they can rely on for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;i guess, i can only do so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this life has been faith building, i experienced loss, pain, separation&lt;br /&gt;i also experienced new life, second chances, love&lt;br /&gt;i cannot help and look back at the choices i made that carried me thus far&lt;br /&gt;the wrong ones that seems etched into my mind&lt;br /&gt;and the right ones that never fails to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is just reminiscence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if tomorrow brings a lonely day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here and now i know I haven't lived in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll cry my tears in the rain and if love never comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can always say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been to paradise skies in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3578652689099668287?l=walton-avenue.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-8418936620305474324.post-3064948342856347719</id><published>2009-05-05T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:33:40.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED TO TEARS.</title><content type='html'>i am bored to tears.&lt;br /&gt;within this period of time not knowing whether im being accepted for the&lt;br /&gt;teaching position and hence not able to know my commitment&lt;br /&gt;also means i dont know what kind of job to look for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means these agonising 15 days wait is sad&lt;br /&gt;at least i can be going around looking for a job or something&lt;br /&gt;but now im just bumped at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one possible good thing is that im able to show my support&lt;br /&gt;at all of wan ting's matches, with another one tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;other things im busy with includes sorting out the accessories&lt;br /&gt;that my cousin wants to sell, helping her start an online children accessories shop&lt;br /&gt;and should any one of you like the accessories&lt;br /&gt;custom-made is also available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other good things could include trying to beat my personal high score on scramble and Hell's Kitchen. not that healthy if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couple of birthdays coming up, louis and shengming&lt;br /&gt;not too sure what to get either of them&lt;br /&gt;any suggestions do tag my tagboard! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3064948342856347719?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3064948342856347719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-8418936620305474324.post-6623096987258813463</id><published>2009-05-03T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:40:04.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME</title><content type='html'>everyone has an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;irresistible&lt;/span&gt; desire, to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;irresistibly&lt;/span&gt; desired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-6623096987258813463?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6623096987258813463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>ALONE.</title><content type='html'>i finally am burdened by being different&lt;br /&gt;there is within me a desire to no longer be who i am&lt;br /&gt;i tried, i really did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;no one will take pity on this heart&lt;br /&gt;scarred and wounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats the way the world works&lt;br /&gt;its this point, the make or break point&lt;br /&gt;where your values are being requestioned&lt;br /&gt;where your love undermined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving up or giving in?&lt;br /&gt;then again does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;what i live with or for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to care&lt;br /&gt;no more&lt;br /&gt;i want to love people like they deserved to be loved&lt;br /&gt;beats the superficial and temporary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will be happy&lt;br /&gt;with or without&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-2872965316434013762?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2872965316434013762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=2872965316434013762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2872965316434013762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2872965316434013762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/alone.html' title='ALONE.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-7186305936869604314</id><published>2009-05-03T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:36:11.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much for through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;for better or worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my interview was ok!&lt;br /&gt;cause it was a chinese teacher position&lt;br /&gt;so they interviewed me in chinese mostly&lt;br /&gt;so rusty at my chinese already!&lt;br /&gt;oh but wells,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do that awesome till i was amazed at myself&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do that badly till i entirely have no chance&lt;br /&gt;so its up to God now and we will see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i sit here and wonder&lt;br /&gt;what is this ability we have inside of us&lt;br /&gt;to conjure up things to hurt those closest to us&lt;br /&gt;the words we say, the things we did or did not do&lt;br /&gt;its as if we are fine just stabbing each other with words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what one say may not be interpreted as the exact same meaning it was intended&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it becomes a fact that we hurt who we care for and about&lt;br /&gt;no matter how carefully we phrased our sentences and choose our words&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when we regret its too late&lt;br /&gt;sometimes apologies dont work wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps to you i am such a girl&lt;br /&gt;and you wondered where all the good parts went&lt;br /&gt;when we rely on the same drug that harms us to give us comfort instead&lt;br /&gt;think what you want&lt;br /&gt;say what you wish&lt;br /&gt;the accusations that stand against me i will not fight back&lt;br /&gt;what do i fight back with? i wonder&lt;br /&gt;will you then care for my well-being or be moved by my pathetic-ness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know the answer well&lt;br /&gt;if i turned around and you did too,&lt;br /&gt;will we keep walking till our lives never intersect&lt;br /&gt;ever again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7186305936869604314?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7186305936869604314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=7186305936869604314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7186305936869604314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7186305936869604314'/><link 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two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So it never has to show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you’ll never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One may think we’re alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we need pills to sleep at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We need lies to make it through the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’re not okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Perishers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8945714370279192601?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8945714370279192601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=8945714370279192601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8945714370279192601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8945714370279192601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/04/doting.html' title='DOTING.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-1376994519633345860</id><published>2009-04-29T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:13:04.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIN LINE.</title><content type='html'>you my friend, need a reality check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-1376994519633345860?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1376994519633345860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=1376994519633345860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1376994519633345860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1376994519633345860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/04/thin-line.html' title='THIN LINE.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-1093945651358800147</id><published>2009-04-26T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:21:47.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUN WITH THE HORSES</title><content type='html'>"There is little to admire and less to imitate in the people who are prominent in our culture. We have celebrities but not saints. Famous entertainers amuse a nation of bored insomniacs. infamous criminals act out the aggressions of timid conformists. petulant and spoiled athletes play games vicariously for the lazy and apathetic spectators. people, aimless and bored, amuse themselves with trivia and trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'To our chagrin we discover that the declaration of autonomy has issued not in a race of free, masterly men, but rather in a race that can be described by its poets and dramatists only as bored, vexed, frantic, embittered and sniffling'  - Tom Howard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This condition has produced an odd phenomenon: individuals who live trivial lives and then engage in evil acts in order to establish significance for themselves. assassins and hijackers attempt the gigantic leap from obscurity to fame by killing a prominent person or endangering the lives of an airplane full of passengers. often they are successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mass media report their words and display their actions. Writers vie with one another in analyzing their motives and providing psychological profiles on them. No other culture has been as eager to reward either nonsense or wickedness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to Run Wth the Horses by Eugene H. Peterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just received the interview date to enrol into NIE to become a teacher&lt;br /&gt;im a bundle of nerves&lt;br /&gt;not only because of the interview, but also because of what God has in store for me&lt;br /&gt;i have been fearful and doubtful of where God seems to be leading&lt;br /&gt;this faith building journey thus, has just started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-1093945651358800147?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1093945651358800147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=1093945651358800147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1093945651358800147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1093945651358800147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/04/run-with-horses.html' title='RUN WITH THE HORSES'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-2385111878401738873</id><published>2009-04-25T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:09:56.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS IT.</title><content type='html'>I live my life, the way to keep you coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that you can't see?&lt;br /&gt;is there anything in your heart, that keeps you coming back to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-2385111878401738873?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2385111878401738873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=2385111878401738873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2385111878401738873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2385111878401738873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-it.html' title='WHAT IS IT.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-7524338172022225388</id><published>2009-04-25T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:42:06.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET THERE BE LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Who kicked a hole in the sky so the heavens would cry over me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The world is waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;May all your dreaming fill the empty sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But if it makes you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Keep on clapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just remember I'll be by your side"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                                                                     -Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7524338172022225388?l=walton-avenue.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-8418936620305474324.post-7050247875435687698</id><published>2009-04-25T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:20:10.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETIMES</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder what i mean to anyone&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder whether im worth it&lt;br /&gt;sometimes like now i wish you are here&lt;br /&gt;sometimes like now im not sure if you want to be here&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its easy to forget, say things we regret&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its just so simple to drive people who love us away&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we turn to realise that these people cant help loving us in every way&lt;br /&gt;sometimes like now i wish i can know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;sometimes like now i wish i can be a part of you so i never leave you anyhow&lt;br /&gt;sometimes sometimes its just sometimes like now&lt;div 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title='SOMETIMES'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-8405764536498485486</id><published>2009-04-24T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:30:30.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WORLD NEEDS A LIL MORE LOVE</title><content type='html'>its times like these when you lie awake in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;when you feel too much, think too much&lt;br /&gt;we will always come to the point where we think the world&lt;br /&gt;is against us, when things are not going our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps my time is now&lt;br /&gt;i cannot place exactly what im feeling right now&lt;br /&gt;but i do know i do need pampering, some tlc, doting on&lt;br /&gt;a little bit of any would do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan chao always tell me how i shouldnt be a nice person&lt;br /&gt;if not i will end up getting hurt, but how can someone turn evil on purpose&lt;br /&gt;its situations and circumstances that make or break a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all&lt;br /&gt;date me babes!&lt;br /&gt;we can go for cheap manicure, or nice cheap food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in desperate need of nice people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8405764536498485486?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8405764536498485486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=8405764536498485486' 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been staying at home everyday to save money AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im suffering from staying at home for too long illness&lt;br /&gt;today was awfully hot as usual&lt;br /&gt;i would think at least 30degrees so i stayed in my living room&lt;br /&gt;then i was so cooped up at home&lt;br /&gt;i decided to go get a swim,&lt;br /&gt;when i left home its like i was in some trance&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what i was doing entirely&lt;br /&gt;on top that i was a bit dizzy perhaps cause of the heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like stoning in the middle of the road&lt;br /&gt;then i had to go like 'siying! wake up, and watch out for cars'&lt;br /&gt;its like my body is doing what my head hasnt processed&lt;br /&gt;just motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its the irregular amounts of sleep&lt;br /&gt;and the house&lt;br /&gt;i felt better when i went out to swim,&lt;br /&gt;ate dinner and came home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i dont feel all that dazed.&lt;br /&gt;its weird, truly&lt;br /&gt;and i concluded i cannot be without anything to do&lt;br /&gt;i shall go start doing some work&lt;br /&gt;lest my brain comes to a standstill and cease to function&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh on a happier note!&lt;br /&gt;theres sushi tomorrow with shirley, shu xian and guojun!&lt;br /&gt;and a movie before that i think&lt;br /&gt;awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i fell asleep talking to God yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and i wondered whats in store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7541373413334545546?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7541373413334545546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=7541373413334545546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7541373413334545546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7541373413334545546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/04/trance.html' title='TRANCE'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-7752839823906828551</id><published>2009-04-22T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:06:18.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEATHER</title><content type='html'>take a walk outside and its not hard to notice&lt;br /&gt;the beads of sweat on your forehead, neck and wherenots&lt;br /&gt;i think Singapore has hit a peak of bad weather&lt;br /&gt;hot and humid coupled with strong sunlight&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes a sudden rainstorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to wan ting and her team for an awesome win today&lt;br /&gt;and many more good matches to come&lt;br /&gt;to make my day better, i started thinking about food&lt;br /&gt;no i insist im not a glutton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the recent bouts of fever and flu&lt;br /&gt;has rendered my taste buds pretty useless&lt;br /&gt;and now i crave for raw salmon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me happier thinking about eating it&lt;br /&gt;especially when Daryl and I went to kushin-bo to eat&lt;br /&gt;its really pretty awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i shall save money and eat&lt;br /&gt;the cheapo ones somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;like, suki probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i see a potential sushi partner on facebook&lt;br /&gt;shirley! more to come please,&lt;br /&gt;we can all go and take advantage of the student benefits&lt;br /&gt;while we still can! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love good food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7752839823906828551?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7752839823906828551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=7752839823906828551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7752839823906828551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7752839823906828551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/04/weather.html' title='WEATHER'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-7687218395303719177</id><published>2009-04-20T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:56:16.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT ARE WE STRIVING FOR?</title><content type='html'>'His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse, nor his delight in the legs of a man; the Lord delights in those who fear him, who put hope in his unfailing love' - Psalms 147:10-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get upset and depressed when we are not doing well&lt;br /&gt;our work, our lives as a christian&lt;br /&gt;we then think we are less favoured because there are those&lt;br /&gt;who are better, more talented and anointed&lt;br /&gt;we give up and think God would rather work on other people more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the process, we may just lose focus on what really matters to God&lt;br /&gt;are we barking up the wrong tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- God is delighted when we revere Him and when we take Him seriously and honour Him in what we do and say. it is an inward condition of our heart&lt;br /&gt;- God is delighted when we trust Him, especially in difficult situations when He seems absent. it is a deliberate action we can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, even if you are facing disappointments, you are no further from delighting God.&lt;br /&gt;even if you are barely coping with a difficult situation, melt the Father's heart by putting hope in his unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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FOR?'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-394768153399441753</id><published>2009-04-19T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:13:41.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMORROW</title><content type='html'>edit/&lt;br /&gt;i want to drink down all my frustrations and flush them out in pee&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, drink drank drunk tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this was the best way&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a cold and heartless bitch&lt;br /&gt;like right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-394768153399441753?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/394768153399441753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=394768153399441753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/394768153399441753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/394768153399441753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/04/tomorrow.html' title='TOMORROW'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-1843539964772755444</id><published>2009-04-18T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:45:10.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME.</title><content type='html'>till the first plane that brings you back to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks, 42 days, 1008 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-1843539964772755444?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1843539964772755444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"if you love and get hurt, love more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you love more and get hurt more, love even more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you love even more and get hurt even more,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love some more until it hurts no more"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                             &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                      -Shakespeare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we all cannot understand why we cannot let go&lt;br /&gt;knowing that we are better off doing so,&lt;br /&gt;its like we are scared to lose what we don't really have&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-4455995196128120775?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-8684482442499482916</id><published>2009-04-15T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:24:36.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW CAN I NOT LOVE YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"How can I not love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;What do I tell my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When do I not want you here in my arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;How does one waltz away from all of the memories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;How do I not miss you when you are gone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;they say when things break they mend back stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;is it really truly so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8684482442499482916?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8684482442499482916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=8684482442499482916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8684482442499482916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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possibly already&lt;br /&gt;given into the thoughts in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts are usually negative and after&lt;br /&gt;several times of that voice telling you that it is&lt;br /&gt;the voice just gets louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;till it overwhelms your entire soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just heard a bang outside and windows shattering&lt;br /&gt;i ran out to see a car yet again knocked into the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;isnt the first accident i have seen&lt;br /&gt;it crashed outside the primary school next to my house&lt;br /&gt;i heard a scream before that&lt;br /&gt;the unpredictability of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever wondered how many people will be at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;i did, just as births and deaths have an effect to make people gather&lt;br /&gt;i wondered if my death would bring more than just tears,&lt;br /&gt;but reconciliation and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect love casts out all fears, so the bible said&lt;br /&gt;i never understood it till last night&lt;br /&gt;fear of abandonment&lt;br /&gt;fear of failure&lt;br /&gt;fear of losing someone&lt;br /&gt;fear of losing pretty much anything at all&lt;br /&gt;fear that you dont match up&lt;br /&gt;fear that you are not worth it&lt;br /&gt;fear that you are more problem causing than solution giving&lt;br /&gt;and these are only the beginning of fears&lt;br /&gt;fears, like darkness&lt;br /&gt;slowly engulfs you&lt;br /&gt;refusing to give you entirely no hope at one shot&lt;br /&gt;with time, it swallows you up and eats you whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, you lose yourself&lt;br /&gt;never to be found again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7426212106644278223?l=walton-avenue.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-8418936620305474324.post-5601613003038367742</id><published>2009-04-14T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:07:49.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE SONG RECOMMENDATIONS</title><content type='html'>well, the two songs i shall recommend are by Boyzone,&lt;br /&gt;one is Everyday I Love You and another is No Matter What&lt;br /&gt;ancient but valid still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If I asked would you say yes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together we're the very best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that I am truly blessed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday I love you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-5601613003038367742?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-8418936620305474324.post-5173327520462087244</id><published>2009-04-11T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:18:07.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="text"&gt;Down the Via Dolorosa in Jerusalem that day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers tried to clear the narrow street&lt;br /&gt;But the crowd pressed in to see&lt;br /&gt;The Man condemned to die on Calvary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was bleeding from a beating, there were stripes upon His back&lt;br /&gt;And He wore a crown of thorns upon His head&lt;br /&gt;And He bore with every step&lt;br /&gt;The scorn of those who cried out for His death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the Via Dolorosa called the way of suffering&lt;br /&gt;Like a lamb came the Messiah, Christ the King,&lt;br /&gt;But He chose to walk that road out ofHis love for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Down the Via Dolorosa, all the way to Calvary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not that kind of girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-5173327520462087244?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5173327520462087244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=5173327520462087244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/5173327520462087244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/5173327520462087244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XYK7GojZBSc/Sd2A0x-SU5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/RktyaU991JU/s1600-h/Golden+Baby+06Apr09-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322551978877932434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XYK7GojZBSc/Sd2A0x-SU5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/RktyaU991JU/s400/Golden+Baby+06Apr09-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isnt he the cutest thing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;interview's later with a super long to do list &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the easter party tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should really hull my ass to get started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my brain's finally in full function today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome. just awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-6993020343053721922?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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/_XYK7GojZBSc/Sd2A0x-SU5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/RktyaU991JU/s72-c/Golden+Baby+06Apr09-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-5034384913019919481</id><published>2009-04-08T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:36:02.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TESTS,</title><content type='html'>my entire world was words and more words this morning&lt;br /&gt;the tests were hard, i guess&lt;br /&gt;in a different way&lt;br /&gt;there was the writing test in which i have to select the 5 out of 25 paragraphs&lt;br /&gt;then edit them accordingly&lt;br /&gt;the editing was awfully difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the logistics test&lt;br /&gt;it was more of lets say you have only 2 hours to complete&lt;br /&gt;a certain amount of tasks, what will you prioritize first? and why?&lt;br /&gt;the situational judgment test&lt;br /&gt;was something along the lines of lets say you have a group of&lt;br /&gt;foreign delegates but not enough hotel rooms then what do you do&lt;br /&gt;there are a few options so you rank them the ones you think&lt;br /&gt;its more likely to work, and the ones you think is ineffective&lt;br /&gt;it was fun actually, esp the personality test&lt;br /&gt;i was shading away at break neck speed cause i was so sure about the answers&lt;br /&gt;there were things like 'i laugh easily'&lt;br /&gt;and i shaded strongly agree immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is changing as we speak&lt;br /&gt;and among all that is changing&lt;br /&gt;there are things that remain unchanged&lt;br /&gt;for that sometimes im thankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might have heard this before, let me refresh your memory&lt;br /&gt;'God, grant me the courage to change the things i can,&lt;br /&gt;the serenity to accept the things i cannot change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the wisdom to know the difference&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many of us lack that wisdom to know the difference&lt;br /&gt;me included&lt;br /&gt;and somehow when you know that there is a higher power&lt;br /&gt;then all the burdens get lifted some way or another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we fight too hard and too long to try and change the things we cannot&lt;br /&gt;and leaving alone all the things we can make a difference in&lt;br /&gt;interview for the PR intern tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;its only a three months work period&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how much experience i can gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ms sharon has gave birth!&lt;br /&gt;yes, our like im sorta pregnant teacher and&lt;br /&gt;she just sent me the pictures&lt;br /&gt;let me ask her permission to see if i can put up her boy's photo&lt;br /&gt;for the whole world to marvel at how cute he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned.&lt;div 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title='TESTS,'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-7476160176680979257</id><published>2009-04-06T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:08:31.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH HOW LUCKY</title><content type='html'>no one needs another person to live the rest of their lives&lt;br /&gt;because we were all alone to begin with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;not only to the people who have been so ever present in my life so far&lt;br /&gt;i understood the sentence how we all dont miss the water&lt;br /&gt;till the well runs dry&lt;br /&gt;or did i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does it mean to really cherish someone?&lt;br /&gt;is it to be waiting here for him?&lt;br /&gt;or is it to be holding so ever tightly never letting go?&lt;br /&gt;for me, its to really just give thanks always&lt;br /&gt;that he is around, healthy and well&lt;br /&gt;and also to give thanks when hes not around&lt;br /&gt;because i know that our God is watching over him always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people i know hold on cause they dont know how to let go&lt;br /&gt;or they hold on not because they cherish this special someone&lt;br /&gt;but rather they dont want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;one after another, they never cease to dig out the 'perfect one'&lt;br /&gt;its as if they were looking for gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no mr or miss right&lt;br /&gt;there is only a person who is willing to give you the rest of his life&lt;br /&gt;committed to the relationship always and forever&lt;br /&gt;placing his heart in your hands, trusting you with it&lt;br /&gt;with this heart he also gives you the million other opportunities that&lt;br /&gt;he could have given this heart to anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live in an insane world&lt;br /&gt;to find someone you can grow old together is a blessing&lt;br /&gt;to be always in and out of relationships&lt;br /&gt;spending time, effort and money even to sustain something that&lt;br /&gt;you didnt set out with an end goal in the first place&lt;br /&gt;is so heart wrenching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone asked me if i died the next second&lt;br /&gt;will i regret that i wasnt in the arms of someone i love&lt;br /&gt;or not even seeing that person at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what if you died the next second,&lt;br /&gt;knowing the King of kings and the Lord of lords died for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;someone in this world, on this earth&lt;br /&gt;has gave you an entire heart&lt;br /&gt;placed his in your hands always and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thankful for His heart, and yours.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is fragility in life&lt;br /&gt;one second we are alive, one second we may just be gone&lt;br /&gt;so look back now and remember&lt;br /&gt;the people who have come and gone in our lives&lt;br /&gt;who came abruptly or left the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, remember the person who gave&lt;br /&gt;you his heart.&lt;br /&gt;his one and only heart, for the one and only you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7476160176680979257?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7476160176680979257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=7476160176680979257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i changed number everyone&lt;br /&gt;this time its for good&lt;br /&gt;im kinda lazy to text everyone in my phone&lt;br /&gt;so i shall attempt to let as many people know by msn as possible [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-2584061656095545967?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2584061656095545967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=2584061656095545967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2584061656095545967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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E65&lt;br /&gt;and its like sooo cheap.&lt;br /&gt;im considering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have so much on my mind and heart i want to tell&lt;br /&gt;and i really just dont know where to start&lt;br /&gt;my heart feels heavy and my mind is blank&lt;br /&gt;i lie on my bed and i just cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;church is at 8.30 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go try and lie now&lt;br /&gt;i predict, it will be another sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;of just thinking&lt;br /&gt;of nothing much at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-6246612269647398590?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6246612269647398590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>OH HELLO.</title><content type='html'>its like being back in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Si Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your interest in our Ministry and congratulations on being shortlisted for our selection process for the post of Foreign Service Administration Specialist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our selection process consists of 2 stages.&lt;br /&gt;Stage 1 of the selection process consists of the following 4 assessments:&lt;br /&gt;(a)   Writing Skills Test&lt;br /&gt;(b)   Logistical Skills Test&lt;br /&gt;(c)   Situational Judgement Test&lt;br /&gt;(d)   Personality Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what in the world is a situational judgement test&lt;br /&gt;or a logistical skills test&lt;br /&gt;id probably fail that one, logic dont really exist in my world&lt;br /&gt;would the situational judgement test be like&lt;br /&gt;1. if a robber were to ask you for your life or money, what will you do? x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my visit to the doctors today was coupled&lt;br /&gt;with just more bitter medicine&lt;br /&gt;i think she hates me&lt;br /&gt;cant say im in love with her either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room is in an entire mess&lt;br /&gt;i have never seen it so messy before&lt;br /&gt;oh well, as long as i can find the things i need&lt;br /&gt;i mean, lets not be too strict with life aye&lt;br /&gt;you can smell my laziness from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow maybe&lt;br /&gt;now you can smell my procastination skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep in the afternoon again!&lt;br /&gt;this is disgusting, the weather was so hot&lt;br /&gt;i was in a sauna called my living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all it took was the aircon, my bed&lt;br /&gt;and how am i going to sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-4790328398459255725?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-7136024684857345871</id><published>2009-04-01T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:55:34.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMATION - LONG POST.</title><content type='html'>hello fellow earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;i was just chewing on the first chapter of a book&lt;br /&gt;Daryl sponsored before he flew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i must say, its pretty awesome&lt;br /&gt;blows your mind away really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interview today was good&lt;br /&gt;i was offered but i declined&lt;br /&gt;the conditions are just, inhuman.&lt;br /&gt;to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALL ME TAN TOCK SENG HOSPITAL.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, to tell me i got an interview for the&lt;br /&gt;social work assistant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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POST.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-11050301936399049</id><published>2009-03-31T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:43:09.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEIRD.</title><content type='html'>its another interview tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;and i applied for it like so long ago&lt;br /&gt;i totally forgot about it already&lt;br /&gt;she was 'im calling from J&amp;amp;Co"&lt;br /&gt;i was more of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really prefer the hospital job&lt;br /&gt;this company's position i applied for&lt;br /&gt;is advertising and promotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what was going through my mind when i applied?&lt;br /&gt;i am totally not the advertising material!&lt;br /&gt;then if tomorrow they say something like,&lt;br /&gt;do this in photoshop&lt;br /&gt;i will be like glaglaglablahblahblah i dont know man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catchup with angie yesterday till weeee hours&lt;br /&gt;then we were both sitting at the bus stop waiting for her bus&lt;br /&gt;after like 20 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;she was like, maybe there isnt a bus anymore&lt;br /&gt;so we checked and true enough! the last bus had gone&lt;br /&gt;she managed to grab a cab and left&lt;br /&gt;by the time i reached home,&lt;br /&gt;it was a bit late and all the cab drivers were staring at me hungrily&lt;br /&gt;wondering whether i will flag their cabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its movie later with gaen and her girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a million watt lightbulb&lt;br /&gt;shining all so brightly&lt;br /&gt;but we are supposed to catch up so...&lt;br /&gt;i shall distract myself with staring straight at the movie screen. HA.&lt;br /&gt;im trying to ask someone to go with me&lt;br /&gt;DARYL'S IN FRANCE. and,&lt;br /&gt;louis has something on, shaun's at work and sheng ming is at school&lt;br /&gt;debra probably is preparing for her 21st on saturday&lt;br /&gt;and my churchmates caught the movie already&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE FREE TO STOP ME FROM BECOMING A LIGHTBULB?&lt;br /&gt;i shall ask the guys again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im excited about the class outing on friday!&lt;br /&gt;cause i decided to make sandwiches for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;i think thats the only thing i know how to make properly though&lt;br /&gt;egg mayo sandwich!&lt;br /&gt;so people if you havent confirm your attendance please do!&lt;br /&gt;i have to decide how many eggs to use.&lt;br /&gt;awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry,&lt;br /&gt;and i realize that i always end my blog post with me being hungry&lt;br /&gt;thats odd&lt;br /&gt;typing gives me an appetite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS DARYL MARK LIM TZE HAO.&lt;br /&gt;GRR. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-11050301936399049?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/11050301936399049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=11050301936399049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/11050301936399049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/11050301936399049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird.html' title='WEIRD.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-1375970702554231655</id><published>2009-03-30T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:00:15.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UH OH.</title><content type='html'>i got a call today for an interview next week&lt;br /&gt;its the position for a PR intern&lt;br /&gt;but its still prudential, just another partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i really dont want to be a financial consultant&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people asked me why not and all&lt;br /&gt;its just not my passion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can see the satisfaction of being a financial consultant&lt;br /&gt;that you get to deliver money to people&lt;br /&gt;i know all that&lt;br /&gt;they tell me the drive there is always the money at first&lt;br /&gt;and who doesnt need money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want to focus on the needs now&lt;br /&gt;cause once you focus on the needs there will always be fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! and tada!&lt;br /&gt;the difference between france and singapore now&lt;br /&gt;is 6 hours, reduced by 1!&lt;br /&gt;isnt it amazing&lt;br /&gt;i know this piece of news doesnt concern you&lt;br /&gt;but lets all stand up and be happy shall we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days passed and i havent got a job&lt;br /&gt;ironically, days passed and hes one more day&lt;br /&gt;to coming back!&lt;br /&gt;so, conflicting emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually also applied for a Public Relations Officer position&lt;br /&gt;at the A&amp;amp;E department at the hospital&lt;br /&gt;so call me call me before the interview on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;i find that being in this position i can help people&lt;br /&gt;directly more SO CALL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALL ME YOU HOSPITAL PERSON. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-1375970702554231655?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1375970702554231655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=1375970702554231655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1375970702554231655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1375970702554231655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/uh-oh.html' title='UH OH.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-7576025308438308001</id><published>2009-03-29T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:12:44.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATS YOUR PASSION?</title><content type='html'>everyone has a passion about something&lt;br /&gt;whether it is a particular hobby or others&lt;br /&gt;the key is whether you have thought about what your passion&lt;br /&gt;is and what are you going to do with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once read a passage in a book that says:&lt;br /&gt;when you die, what do you think of the most?&lt;br /&gt;is it your bank account? the house? or even the car parked outside&lt;br /&gt;no, but rather the people whom we are going to leave behind&lt;br /&gt;and if relationships are so important to you&lt;br /&gt;on your deathbed, shouldnt they be important now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people may see a relationship as a transaction&lt;br /&gt;well, then i would say that it pretty much ends up with&lt;br /&gt;nothing much at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i pondered about what is my passion?&lt;br /&gt;then i realized that my passion is people&lt;br /&gt;being able to help them, and make  a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the insurance company's boss told me&lt;br /&gt;' i dont want to live in a condo, or a HDB, i told myself&lt;br /&gt;want to stay on a landed property'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that what i really want in life?&lt;br /&gt;thats all good but what real satisfaction can one&lt;br /&gt;obtain from perishable items?&lt;br /&gt;when you die, you want people to remember your house?&lt;br /&gt;your car? or you as a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your achievements are only so much&lt;br /&gt;but you as a person, will be always remembered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how do i want to be remembered?&lt;br /&gt;and that will determine what kind of jobs i look for&lt;br /&gt;i have been searching for Public Relations based jobs&lt;br /&gt;for these few weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realized now i want to put my skills to good use&lt;br /&gt;i havent concluded on this line yet&lt;br /&gt;but im considering doing something with regards to social work&lt;br /&gt;counselling, or helping the youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly its to really thank God for today's service&lt;br /&gt;the message and that it speaks to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep reading here should you want to know what direction&lt;br /&gt;i have set upon&lt;br /&gt;and i know God will also go ahead and pave the way&lt;br /&gt;its frustrating sometimes to know you want to serve&lt;br /&gt;but unable to find avenues to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i see things in a different light!&lt;br /&gt;and the equation was so simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to talk to Daryl [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7576025308438308001?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7576025308438308001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=7576025308438308001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7576025308438308001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7576025308438308001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-your-passion.html' title='WHATS YOUR PASSION?'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-2831596200379393924</id><published>2009-03-27T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:42:46.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YOU, LEFT ON A JETPLANE.</title><content type='html'>i cannot fry a sunny-side-up egg! ]:&lt;br /&gt;that puts me in a foul mood&lt;br /&gt;the yolk always ends up breaking,&lt;br /&gt;then spilling everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i want it to stay where it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;agitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had quite a funny dream last night,&lt;br /&gt;makes me laugh when i think about it&lt;br /&gt;between Daryl and me aye. [:&lt;br /&gt;i cannot tell you all lest you think im nuts&lt;br /&gt;and i concluded that sleeping beside a window at the corridor&lt;br /&gt;is going to make me have a shorter life span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i am about to fall aslp,&lt;br /&gt;there will be someone suddenly talking outside the window&lt;br /&gt;then i will be jolted awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im not having curry chicken at my funeral&lt;br /&gt;you all will get PASTA! [:&lt;br /&gt;but pasta is like more expensive right,&lt;br /&gt;SO MAYBE NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fickle&lt;br /&gt;oh my stomach just growled&lt;br /&gt;not that good a feeling&lt;br /&gt;i see the kitchen beckoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you! 883060* [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-2831596200379393924?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2831596200379393924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=2831596200379393924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2831596200379393924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2831596200379393924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-you-left-on-jetplane.html' title='OH YOU, LEFT ON A JETPLANE.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-3880741402950883159</id><published>2009-03-26T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:35:34.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES OR NO?</title><content type='html'>its whether i want to be strong and take the faith plunge&lt;br /&gt;or choosing to give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tough situations sometimes require the most simple answer&lt;br /&gt;and the easiest way out may not always be the right way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can always give up, and no one probably cares&lt;br /&gt;but i will always know.&lt;br /&gt;i will always know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3880741402950883159?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3880741402950883159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=3880741402950883159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/3880741402950883159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/3880741402950883159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-or-no.html' title='YES OR NO?'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-7048368473223589555</id><published>2009-03-26T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:09:43.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLD ON.</title><content type='html'>im feeling the crunch of the distance&lt;br /&gt;hit me hard these few days&lt;br /&gt;when will the time come when i dont have to be strong anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7048368473223589555?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7048368473223589555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=7048368473223589555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7048368473223589555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7048368473223589555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/hold-on.html' title='HOLD ON.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-2167609717345499873</id><published>2009-03-26T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:29:03.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH WHALE OH WHALE WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON TV.</title><content type='html'>well, theres another interview tomorrow at 10.30 at tamp&lt;br /&gt;which means i have to be up real early!&lt;br /&gt;its a vacancy for recruitment consultant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, Jacob and Daryl has been asking me to focus on God first&lt;br /&gt;i guess its quite hard sometimes cause the needs seems so overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;in these few days, i asked for wisdom and direction&lt;br /&gt;to show me where i should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times, i envy others&lt;br /&gt;people already with good jobs,&lt;br /&gt;at least doing what they want to do&lt;br /&gt;now, i would think that my God&lt;br /&gt;is so awesome that He will know where to place me&lt;br /&gt;to have the most impact,&lt;br /&gt;to build on others' lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i need money&lt;br /&gt;my bank account has hit a all time low&lt;br /&gt;im not that worried even though the money wont last long&lt;br /&gt;im sure God will provide&lt;br /&gt;He provided for me before&lt;br /&gt;and will always provide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to be working hard to find jobs though&lt;br /&gt;so prayerfully, i will be able to shine as a light for Jesus in&lt;br /&gt;what ever profession i come to be in&lt;br /&gt;be it the recruitment consultant tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;or the public relations officer i hope to become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the requirements i saw need a certain amount of working experience&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully this full time job pays average (enough to survive, okay a bit more than enough to survive so i can have financial freedom!)  [:&lt;br /&gt;and provide me the experience i need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i give up wearing formal&lt;br /&gt;jeans and tee tomorrow! [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-2167609717345499873?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2167609717345499873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=2167609717345499873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2167609717345499873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2167609717345499873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-whale-oh-whale-what-are-you-doing-on.html' title='OH WHALE OH WHALE WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON TV.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-8861499609153643299</id><published>2009-03-25T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:18:29.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANDAND</title><content type='html'>i forgot to mention, its the end of march!&lt;br /&gt;i would prefer to think april&lt;br /&gt;and half a year more till he comes home!&lt;br /&gt;makes me jump around just thinking of it. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8861499609153643299?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8861499609153643299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=8861499609153643299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8861499609153643299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8861499609153643299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/andand.html' title='ANDAND'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-1278824410835575922</id><published>2009-03-25T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:17:13.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO CAN DO.</title><content type='html'>i decided not to take up the insurance job&lt;br /&gt;after a talk with my mum and several other people&lt;br /&gt;who have friends in that line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that much of how bad that line is&lt;br /&gt;but rather i dont have the capacity for it&lt;br /&gt;i also refused the telemarketing job offered&lt;br /&gt;i figured that if i were to take that up and not&lt;br /&gt;sign up as an insurance agent&lt;br /&gt;it will just disappoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the lady still hasnt text me back so i figured she is prettttty angry&lt;br /&gt;i pray that she doesnt hate me too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, we can just all let go and let God.&lt;br /&gt;quote of the month aye. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-1278824410835575922?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1278824410835575922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=1278824410835575922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1278824410835575922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1278824410835575922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-can-do.html' title='NO CAN DO.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-5511314465976914280</id><published>2009-03-24T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:28:34.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A LITTLE LOVE</title><content type='html'>some encouragement yo.&lt;br /&gt;i'd take everything like a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-5511314465976914280?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5511314465976914280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=5511314465976914280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/5511314465976914280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/5511314465976914280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-love.html' title='A LITTLE LOVE'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-5764094308122524320</id><published>2009-03-24T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:49:54.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNSURE,</title><content type='html'>jacob's conversation with me on msn has made me very unsure&lt;br /&gt;about being in insurance.&lt;br /&gt;i really pray for some light or sign on this issue.&lt;br /&gt;its just a yes or no, but there is so much to consider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-5764094308122524320?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5764094308122524320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=5764094308122524320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/5764094308122524320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/5764094308122524320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/unsure.html' title='UNSURE,'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-688472973344306089</id><published>2009-03-23T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:27:51.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSURANCE?</title><content type='html'>hello all! i guess most of you would want to know how my interview went!&lt;br /&gt;it was good, however, he said that because Public Relations is very important to the company. He is looking at experience and minimum a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did think that i have potential rather, and he offered me a job being a financial consultant. (insurance agent) even though its not just policies, its also investments, unit trusts and bonds that these financial consultants handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is giving me a basic 1500 and also commission on what i sell. i have to hit a certain amount i would think. right now, he lets me work as a telemarketer while waiting for my 21st to come cause only then i will be of age to become a consultant. he is also paying for the exam that i will take should i choose to become an insurance agent/ financial consultant. his secretary says that he believes in investing in people. so im a investment? i would guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he shared with me the benefits of being one by being able to help families put food on the table after the breadwinner had died. and most importantly, the money. this job can pay very well if you are willing to work very hard. and thats possibly in most jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practically, my parents are 49, i dont want them to keep working to support my brother and i. and my brother has a dream to draw, and this dream isnt cheap with the school fees for the school he wants to attend because its such a specialised skill. i dont want to shortchange my brother just because my parents dont earn enough and make my brother forgo his dream. As a sister the most i can do is to make sure that he has the resources to do what he wants. and, this job gives just that. the money involved will be enough to put him through the degree he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i ever want to give my parents and my brother a good life, or an easier life rather with lesser financial burdens, is this the road i have to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;focus first on God, the rest will follow. where do i go from here then Lord?&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow there will be a seminar on being a financial consultant. i will probably go. the attraction of the seminar is that Adam Khoo is speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, we know no one really bothers about him but, anyone interested?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-688472973344306089?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/688472973344306089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=688472973344306089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/688472973344306089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/688472973344306089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/insurance.html' title='INSURANCE?'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-5749195186147909438</id><published>2009-03-22T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:19:15.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRENCHBOY.</title><content type='html'>thank you,&lt;br /&gt;you mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;and Zzzz you are not a pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, i just saw my friend's pm and it says&lt;br /&gt;'People get what they get, not what they deserve. Live with it"&lt;br /&gt;true to a certain extent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do pray for my interview on monday!&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo not confident about it&lt;br /&gt;however, id still do my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-5749195186147909438?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5749195186147909438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=5749195186147909438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/5749195186147909438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/5749195186147909438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/frenchboy.html' title='FRENCHBOY.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-2431642984323999366</id><published>2009-03-19T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:27:49.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I TOLD YOU SO</title><content type='html'>i just heard this awesome song,&lt;br /&gt;carrie underwood. i told you so.&lt;br /&gt;her voice seem made for country music.&lt;br /&gt;songs like these give a perfect touch&lt;br /&gt;to the ending of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well written really, even though the lyrics dont really&lt;br /&gt;apply to me. enjoy [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Told You So&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I called you up tonight and told you that I loved you&lt;br /&gt;And suppose I said "I wanna come back home".&lt;br /&gt;And suppose I cried and said "I think I finally learned my lesson"&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired a-spendin' all my time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I told you that I realised you're all I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;And it's killin' me to be so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me that you loved me too and would we cry together?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you simply laugh at me and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you so, oh I told you so&lt;br /&gt;I told you some day you come crawling back and asking me to take you in&lt;br /&gt;I told you so, but you had to go&lt;br /&gt;Now I found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I got down on my knees and told you I was yours forever&lt;br /&gt;Would you get down on yours too and take my hand?&lt;br /&gt;Would we get that old time feelin', would we laugh and talk for hours&lt;br /&gt;The way we did when our love first began?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me that you'd missed me too and that you'd been so lonely&lt;br /&gt;And you waited for the day that I return.&lt;br /&gt;And we'd live in love forever and that I'm your one and only&lt;br /&gt;Or would you say the tables finally turned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you so, oh I told you so&lt;br /&gt;I told you some day you come crawling back and asking me to take you in&lt;br /&gt;I told you so, but you have to go&lt;br /&gt;Now I found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now I found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two again".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-2431642984323999366?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2431642984323999366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=2431642984323999366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2431642984323999366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2431642984323999366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-told-you-so.html' title='I TOLD YOU SO'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-8242413489325854091</id><published>2009-03-19T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:59:25.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CREDITS TO SHIRLE, AND JACKJOHNSON.</title><content type='html'>i felt the lyrics was quite suitable for one of my friends;&lt;br /&gt;so here you go. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Must I always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be playing, playing your fool&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I sang your songs, I danced your dance&lt;br /&gt;I gave your friends all a chance&lt;br /&gt;But putting up with them&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t worth never having you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe you’ve been through this before&lt;br /&gt;But it’s my first time so please ignore&lt;br /&gt;The next few lines cause they’re directed at you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can’t always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t always be playing, playing your fool&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I keep playing your part&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not my scene&lt;br /&gt;Want this plot to twist&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had enough mystery&lt;br /&gt;Keep building it up&lt;br /&gt;Then shooting me down&lt;br /&gt;But I’m already down&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting, waiting&lt;br /&gt;Just wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting, waiting&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, if I was in your position&lt;br /&gt;I’d put down all my ammunition&lt;br /&gt;I’d wonder why’d it taken me so long&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But Lord knows that I’m not you&lt;br /&gt;And if I was, I wouldn’t be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Cause waitin’ on love aint so easy to do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Must I always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be playing, playing your fool&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, I can’t I always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t always be playing, playing your fool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guys in life my love,&lt;br /&gt;NOT WORTH IT.&lt;br /&gt;entirely, absolutely, surely&lt;br /&gt;chuck that kid in the dump&lt;br /&gt;and move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are stronger than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8242413489325854091?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8242413489325854091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=8242413489325854091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8242413489325854091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8242413489325854091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/credits-to-shirle-and-jackjohnson.html' title='CREDITS TO SHIRLE, AND JACKJOHNSON.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-4458743782025628807</id><published>2009-03-19T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:37:33.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSEKEYS</title><content type='html'>i lost my house keys. again.&lt;br /&gt;puts me in a foul mood. :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-4458743782025628807?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4458743782025628807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=4458743782025628807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/4458743782025628807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/4458743782025628807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/housekeys.html' title='HOUSEKEYS'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-6354578991116234987</id><published>2009-03-18T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:58:44.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERVIEW</title><content type='html'>i was still sleeping when she called&lt;br /&gt;'can you come down for an interview at 2.30?'&lt;br /&gt;so i asked the address and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it dawned upon me, who was she and where was she calling from?&lt;br /&gt;i had absolutely no idea&lt;br /&gt;i sent out 6 applications and i have no idea which is which!&lt;br /&gt;so i went online to jobscentral to check&lt;br /&gt;and they apparently dont state whether the employer checked the resume or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i was, decked out in formal at the office&lt;br /&gt;in my 6 applications, i applied mostly for intern for PR&lt;br /&gt;so i thought this company is probably hiring an intern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the interview was more like a casual chat,&lt;br /&gt;i was told to list my strengths, some of my weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;my hobbies, and things not in the resume basically&lt;br /&gt;so i did. CCAs and what-i-do-in-my-free-time.&lt;br /&gt;she was chatty too and it became a better conversation&lt;br /&gt;then it turned out that she wasnt looking for an intern,&lt;br /&gt;but someone who wants a career in PR&lt;br /&gt;i mean like, gosh at the moment i felt,&lt;br /&gt;how to put it&lt;br /&gt;abruptly slipping into the workforce&lt;br /&gt;like yesterday im still a student, today im supposed to do a 9-6?&lt;br /&gt;i kept saying awesome and cool during the whole interview&lt;br /&gt;and in the end when i was about to leave&lt;br /&gt;the interviewer was like 'awesome!'&lt;br /&gt;shocked me. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all's not confirmed till i meet the big boss on monday&lt;br /&gt;of which i am not sure whether he will like me at all&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, im still spamming employers with my resume [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised today the importance of financial planning&lt;br /&gt;my family doesnt really have money to finance me through university&lt;br /&gt;and i want to make sure that next time should i have kids,&lt;br /&gt;i would want them to rest assured that no matter what interests them&lt;br /&gt;and what paths they want to take, i will have sufficient finances to see them through&lt;br /&gt;its not my parents' issue of course, i mean who teaches financial planning in the old days?&lt;br /&gt;but we, the next generation should know better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the purpose of the whole chunk above is to tell you all,&lt;br /&gt;is that im holding back my uni plans.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps id return to my study table after a couple of years of work&lt;br /&gt;but for now, its not practical to do so&lt;br /&gt;the crisis did hit us all in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at my msn, looking for people to talk to&lt;br /&gt;my usual msn game-playing-buddy's not online (aka shengming)&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to count the number of contacts i have&lt;br /&gt;my gosh, 424!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, do i know them all?&lt;br /&gt;its time to clear contacts&lt;br /&gt;then i saw this person i added online for gaming purposes. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;like gunbound, my gosh! that was ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;i think i added him cause i wanted him to teach me how to use a certain bot.&lt;br /&gt;cracks me up when i think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snap out of it siying! you are going to start work soon!&lt;br /&gt;this is not logical at all&lt;br /&gt;i shall go scout for more jobs and send out more resumes&lt;br /&gt;then think about whether i want to download gunbound&lt;br /&gt;id feel less guilty that way. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this weird craving for laska now&lt;br /&gt;and my supper buddies are all not online :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flowers on my table makes me miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-6354578991116234987?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6354578991116234987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=6354578991116234987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/6354578991116234987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/6354578991116234987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/interview.html' title='INTERVIEW'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-1620719064565296772</id><published>2009-03-17T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:04:10.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO DELL</title><content type='html'>i managed to get my adapter back from brandon!&lt;br /&gt;and tada! my hugemonous dell laptop is back in action&lt;br /&gt;its really huge, i feel tired typing already.&lt;br /&gt;i can usually reach within every key with my tiny white lenovo aka Betty.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i have to make an extra effort to stretch pass the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with my grandmother today,&lt;br /&gt;and i must say, i feel that shes really intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;not as in books-wise.&lt;br /&gt;but she really knows alot.&lt;br /&gt;for example, when the ladyfingers' are left outside longer than they should,&lt;br /&gt;and also, practicality. i would say that shes really different from the&lt;br /&gt;typical singaporean young housewife we see on the streets&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, my grandmama has substance!&lt;br /&gt;yes, thats the word i was looking for! substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and! my hugemonous dell has this awesome ability to type chinese&lt;br /&gt;so as i promised, i shall type the stuff i wrote in chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post titled WEEHOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎样才算付出自己的真心？&lt;br /&gt;当自己的一切， 甚至连性命都不重要。&lt;br /&gt;你的心，只属于他这个人。&lt;br /&gt;即使让你如何心痛，心伤，&lt;br /&gt;你也无法离弃，一无反顾。&lt;br /&gt;没有选择，没有犹豫。&lt;br /&gt;非如此不可。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post titled SPLIT&lt;br /&gt;感情是贵在专至，始终如一。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming session has been quite therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;its a pity that i wasnt decisive enough to swim when the sun was scorching hot today&lt;br /&gt;in the end when i reached, it was bout six plus and not that hot already.&lt;br /&gt;swam only for a while, the flies started coming&lt;br /&gt;and all the dead flies floating in the water is not a pretty sight&lt;br /&gt;trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, i sense the beckoning of yakult!&lt;br /&gt;laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-1620719064565296772?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1620719064565296772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=1620719064565296772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1620719064565296772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1620719064565296772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-dell.html' title='HELLO DELL'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-7936159476300897176</id><published>2009-03-17T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:29:46.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESFP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;from shirle's blog who saw it off shuxian's blog, and ima ESFP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Performer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;As an ESFP, your primary mode of living is focused externally, where you take things in via your five senses in a literal, concrete fashion.  Your secondary mode is internal, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit with your personal value system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;ESFPs live in the world of people possibilties.  They love people and new experiences.  They are lively and fun, and enjoy being the center of  attention.  They live in the here-and-now, and relish excitement &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and drama in their lives.(DARYL LOOK AT THIS, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;ESFPs have very strong inter-personal skills, and may find themselves in the role of the peacemaker frequently.  Since they make decisions by using  their personal values, they are usually very sympathetic and concerned for other people's well-being.  They're usually quite generous and warm.  They are very observant about other people, and seem to sense what is wrong with someone before others might, responding warmly with  a solution to a practical need.  They might not be the best advice-givers in the world, because they dislike theory and future-planning, but they  are great for giving practical care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;ESFP is definitely a spontaneous, optimistic individual.  They love to have fun. If the ESFP has not developed their Thinking side by giving consideration to rational thought processing, they tend to become over-indulgent, and place more importance on immediate sensation and gratification than on their duties and obligations.  They may also avoid looking at long-term consequences of their actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;For the ESFP, the entire world is a stage.  They love to be the center of attention and perform for people.  They're constantly putting on a show for others to entertain them and make them happy.  They enjoy stimulating other people's senses, and are extremely good at it.  They would love nothing more than for life to be a continual party, in which they play the role of the fun-loving host. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;ESFPs love people, and everybody loves an ESFP.  One of their greatest gifts is their general acceptance of everyone.  They are upbeat and enthusiastic, and genuinely like almost everybody.   An ESFP is unfailingly warm and generous with their friends, and they generally treat everyone as a friend.  However, once crosesed, an ESFP is likely to make a very strong and stubborn judgment against the person who crossed them. They are capable of deep dislike in such a situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;The ESFP under a great deal of stress gets overwhelmed with negatives thoughts and possibilities.  As an optimistic individual who lives in the world of possibilities, negative possibilities do not sit well with them.  In an  effort to combat these thoughts, they're likely to come up with simple, global statements to explain away the problem.  These simplistic explanations may or may not truly get to the nature of the issue, but they serve the ESFP well by allowing them to get over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;ESFPs are likely to be very practical, although they hate structure and routine. They like to "go with the flow", trusting in their ability to improvise in any situation presented to them.  They learn best with "hands-on" experience, rather than by studying a book.  They're uncomfortable with theory.  If an ESFP hasn't developed their intuitive side, they may tend to avoid situations which involve a lot of theoretical thinking, or which are complex and ambiguous.  For this reason, an ESFP may have difficulty in school.  On the other hand, the ESFP does extremely well in situations where they're allowed to learn by interacting with others, or in which they "learn by doing". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;ESFPs have a very well-developed appreciation for aesthetic beauty, and an excellent sense of space and function.  If they have the means, they're likely to have to have many beautiful possessions, and an artfully furnished home.  In general, they take great pleasure in objects of aesthetic beauty. They're likely to have a strong appreciation for the finer things in life, such as good food and good wine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;The ESFP is a great team player.  He or she is not likely to create any problems or fuss, and is likely to create the most fun environment possible for getting the task done.  ESFPs will do best in careers in which they are able to use their excellent people skills, along with their abilities to meld ideas into structured formats.  Since they are fast-paced individuals who like new experiences, they should choose careers which offer or require a lot of  diversity, as well as people skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;ESFPs usually like to feel strongly bonded with other people, and have a connection with animals and small children that is not found in most other types.  They're likely to have a strong appreciation for the beauties of nature as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The ESFP has a tremendous love for life, and knows how to have fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  (AWESOME.)&lt;/span&gt;They  like to bring others along on their fun-rides, and are typically a lot of fun to be with.  They're flexible, adaptable, genuinely interested in people, and usually kind-hearted.  They have a special ability to get a lot of fun out of life, but they need to watch out for the pitfalls associated with living entirely in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Possible Career Paths for the ESFP:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;li&gt; Artists, Performers and Actors &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Sales Representatives &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Counselors / Social Work &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Child Care &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Fashion Designers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Interior Decorators &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Consultants &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7936159476300897176?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7936159476300897176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=7936159476300897176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7936159476300897176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7936159476300897176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/esfp.html' title='ESFP'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-3567686474169395847</id><published>2009-03-15T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:18:04.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUREST OF PAIN, SON BY 4.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I didn't mean to call you&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't fight it&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was weak and couldn't even hide it&lt;br /&gt;And so I surrender just to hear your voice   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's something baby that you need to know&lt;br /&gt;That deep inside me I feel like I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;I have to see you it's all that I'm asking   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, give me back my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;The courage that I need to live&lt;br /&gt;The air that I breathe  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3567686474169395847?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3567686474169395847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=3567686474169395847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/3567686474169395847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/3567686474169395847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/purest-of-pain-son-by-4.html' title='PUREST OF PAIN, SON BY 4.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-6951019920155789046</id><published>2009-03-15T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:24:03.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Everyone of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads—at least that’s where I imagine it—there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own little private library.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Oshima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off ting's blog, awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-6951019920155789046?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-8418936620305474324.post-8399916309115589278</id><published>2009-03-12T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:14:13.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COST.</title><content type='html'>the wind was cold, along with it came the smell of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;and mashed with memories&lt;br /&gt;there is nowhere to run sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;protection from hurt is represented by a door&lt;br /&gt;that stays bolted and shut from the world outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside here, there is nothing that i dont want to see&lt;br /&gt;no one i cannot talk to.&lt;br /&gt;i feel safe being here, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words are powerful, they have the ability to build someone up,&lt;br /&gt;or tear them down to the very last of their soul&lt;br /&gt;just because words dont take much effort to say,&lt;br /&gt;doesnt mean the impact of it will be any lesser than that insignificant effort&lt;br /&gt;you made to blurt them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was the intention? right now, does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;even if we fought, killed, bled and died&lt;br /&gt;will the end result remain the way it is?&lt;br /&gt;its sad that sometimes, the entire situation depends on one person&lt;br /&gt;and that one person doesnt let go,&lt;br /&gt;along with him, he dragged loved ones&lt;br /&gt;shackled them to his own pain and memories&lt;br /&gt;forced to remain in darkness forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will you let go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8399916309115589278?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8399916309115589278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=8399916309115589278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8399916309115589278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8399916309115589278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/cost.html' title='COST.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-1052663460080927430</id><published>2009-03-12T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:20:25.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPLIT</title><content type='html'>gan qing shi gui zai quan zhi, shi zhong ru yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of this sentence is,&lt;br /&gt;worthy are the feelings only for one woman&lt;br /&gt;i remember pastor saying before that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sexiest man in the world is the man that can only satisfy one woman and be satisfied by that same one woman his entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how is there always room for another person in&lt;br /&gt;someone's heart,&lt;br /&gt;how can you be holding the hand of one, and dreaming of another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that not...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-1052663460080927430?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1052663460080927430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=1052663460080927430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1052663460080927430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1052663460080927430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/split.html' title='SPLIT'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-330033849805106125</id><published>2009-03-10T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:21:23.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEE HOURS</title><content type='html'>interview's today! its still okay i guess [:&lt;br /&gt;and im still awake watching DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;i love the new show i brought, and and i cant stop watching!&lt;br /&gt;im officially addicted&lt;br /&gt;really romantic!&lt;br /&gt;the way the lady described love is really thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;let me try and translate it to english. honestly the chinese version brings out more meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does giving of yourself mean?&lt;br /&gt;when everything, even your life dont matter, your heart only belongs to that person, no matter how painful, hurting, you cannot leave, or turn your back. no choices, no hesitations, the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pity my computer cannot type chinese, but i shall put the hanyupinyin version here!&lt;br /&gt;i hope you all get it! or else you can ask me to repeat it to you. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zen yang cai suan fu qu zi ji de zhen xing?&lt;br /&gt;dang zi ji de yi qie, shen zhi lian xing ming dou bu zhong yao,&lt;br /&gt;ni de xing, zhi shu yu ta zhe ke ren&lt;br /&gt;ji shi rang ni ru he xing tong, xing shang,&lt;br /&gt;ni ye wu fa li qi, yi wu fan gu&lt;br /&gt;mei you xuan zhe, mei you you yu&lt;br /&gt;fei ru ci bu ke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here you go!&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing much to my week or my day&lt;br /&gt;but rather alot of thoughts i would rather keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;till that first flight that brings you home to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id always be waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-330033849805106125?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/330033849805106125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=330033849805106125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/330033849805106125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/330033849805106125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/03/wee-hours.html' title='WEE HOURS'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-3602348473303056771</id><published>2009-03-08T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:36:50.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU.</title><content type='html'>i feel insignificant sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3602348473303056771?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3602348473303056771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=3602348473303056771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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emotions that's not particularly happy&lt;br /&gt;nor extremely sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its long gone,&lt;br /&gt;was the goodbye to the past, and a hello to what is going to be&lt;br /&gt;cannot help but sigh, as i look outside&lt;br /&gt;wishing some things can change, or some things that are going to change remain the same forever. of course, no one gets what they want really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder who cares that i care&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder whether things will be okay&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just dont like to be kept in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;just cause its about someone i aint particularly in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its frustrating to be me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3831970904755093004?l=walton-avenue.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-8418936620305474324.post-2762943242479084213</id><published>2009-03-05T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:16:47.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKING LOVE OUTTA NOTHING AT ALL.</title><content type='html'>But I dont know how to leave you,&lt;br /&gt;And Ill never let you fall;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know how you do it,&lt;br /&gt;Making love out of nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my cramps.&lt;br /&gt;i hate hate hate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-2762943242479084213?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2762943242479084213/comments/default' 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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-8418936620305474324.post-3343261195607472350</id><published>2009-02-28T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:02:16.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS!</title><content type='html'>its great bumming around, so very great&lt;br /&gt;that  im so spoilt recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was mani and pedi directly after exams&lt;br /&gt;then waiting for louis, sm and shaun to finish theirs&lt;br /&gt;waiting includes slacking at home, waking up just to eat&lt;br /&gt;and sleeping just to eat again [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it also includes checking my emails everyday!&lt;br /&gt;so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to hajilane that day to take pictures!&lt;br /&gt;and the pictures are up on facebook! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post exam activities lined up are lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: finish up my presents! (which im doing like mad now)&lt;br /&gt;: chalet&lt;br /&gt;: pulau ubin trek/walk/cycle/phototaking outing&lt;br /&gt;: east coast park cycle/walk/blade&lt;br /&gt;: skate my ass off (not like anyone can do that)&lt;br /&gt;: helping sm diet (swim/run/jump/kick/punch)&lt;br /&gt;: work ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of which i havent found any proper work yet&lt;br /&gt;and a 9-5 job bores me to death&lt;br /&gt;its the tradeoff between a good paying job and boring&lt;br /&gt;or a bad paying job thats fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did promise jaz that i will go back to liquid and work&lt;br /&gt;and so i will,&lt;br /&gt;visit me at liquid on the days i work and id get you all discounts!&lt;br /&gt;just text me before you come! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres really no such thing as a good paying job and fun ?&lt;br /&gt;i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's junyi's 21st birthday celebration,&lt;br /&gt;i dont really understand how can i forget about it&lt;br /&gt;and only remembered last night&lt;br /&gt;sorry dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i dont really know what to get for him,&lt;br /&gt;21st is supposed to be special,&lt;br /&gt;so im supposed to get something meaningful&lt;br /&gt;im really bad at doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMNT's on tv, leonardo and rapahel's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;the rat's not bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be off to shower and set off to find a present&lt;br /&gt;oh! maybe a tie from G2000. or something.&lt;br /&gt;i remember shirle getting that for guojun.&lt;br /&gt;shall lie on the sofa here a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights. laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3343261195607472350?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3343261195607472350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=3343261195607472350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/3343261195607472350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/3343261195607472350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/holidays.html' title='HOLIDAYS!'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-6431211775894150185</id><published>2009-02-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:14:31.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>friendships like other relationships&lt;br /&gt;should be carefully maintained to produce fruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only reasonable that some people longer to trust another person&lt;br /&gt;and only reasonable that trust may not be mutual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pouring trust, love and faith into any relationship&lt;br /&gt;at any point, is tiring.&lt;br /&gt;friendship is not a one way highroad and must be&lt;br /&gt;constantly renewed with honesty, openness and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont hide in a shell behind the protective material&lt;br /&gt;because that will just make you unable to withstand storms&lt;br /&gt;as you learn how to come out of that shell&lt;br /&gt;slowly, you will also learn how to fight the strong winds that&lt;br /&gt;may blow you off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of course, are contented to just stay in there forever&lt;br /&gt;and like nothing they have as they came,&lt;br /&gt;nothing they will take away as they leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-6431211775894150185?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6431211775894150185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=6431211775894150185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/6431211775894150185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/6431211775894150185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendship.html' title='FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-1003434018285689724</id><published>2009-02-21T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:03:49.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME</title><content type='html'>back from lunch and downed two bottles of yakult&lt;br /&gt;so many chapters to clear, i had better start now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cell group's later and after that&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go stroll a bit in town alone&lt;br /&gt;im helpless am i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sense of urgency AT ALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-1003434018285689724?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1003434018285689724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=1003434018285689724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1003434018285689724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1003434018285689724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/time.html' title='TIME'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-5672993986761746135</id><published>2009-02-21T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:22:42.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE.</title><content type='html'>life is like that sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you make choices, you get consequences&lt;br /&gt;just like you choose to go deposit money&lt;br /&gt;you have to face the consequence of leaving ALL&lt;br /&gt;the notes you are studying for monday's paper&lt;br /&gt;at the atm machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN I PLUG THE HOLE OF ABSENTMINDEDNESS IN MY BRAINS?&lt;br /&gt;im disgusted at myself&lt;br /&gt;was i sleep walking yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think i reminded myself when i deposited the money that i left a file&lt;br /&gt;at the top of the machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my little mermaid ring, which i liked super&lt;br /&gt;while it was still on my finger&lt;br /&gt;now my file&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant be more angry with myself.&lt;br /&gt;i cant really whine to anyone who would listen&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i shall&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;truly&lt;br /&gt;go eat my lunch right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-5672993986761746135?l=walton-avenue.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-8418936620305474324.post-4885920148315843795</id><published>2009-02-19T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:18:02.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUN WITH THE HORSES</title><content type='html'>Life is difficult, Jeremiah.&lt;br /&gt;are you going to quit at the first wave of opposition?&lt;br /&gt;are you going to retreat when you find that there's more to life&lt;br /&gt;than finding three meals a day and a dry place to sleep at night?&lt;br /&gt;are you going to run home the minute you discover that the mass of&lt;br /&gt;men and women are more interested in keeping their feet warm&lt;br /&gt;than living at the risk of the glory of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you going to live cautiously or courageously?&lt;br /&gt;i called you to live at your best,&lt;br /&gt;to pursue righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;to sustain a drive toward excellence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is easier, i know, to be neurotic&lt;br /&gt;it is easier to be parasitic&lt;br /&gt;it is easier to relax in the embracing arms of The Average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier, but not better&lt;br /&gt;easier, but not more significant&lt;br /&gt;easier, but not more fulfilling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called you to a life of purpose far beyond what you think&lt;br /&gt;yourself capable of living and promised you adequate strength&lt;br /&gt;to fulfill your destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are fatigued by this run-of-the-mill crowd&lt;br /&gt;of apathetic mediocrities,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will you do when the real race starts?&lt;br /&gt;the race with swift and determined horses of excellence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it you really want, Jeremiah?&lt;br /&gt;do you want to shuffle along with this crowd,&lt;br /&gt;or run with the horses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-4885920148315843795?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4885920148315843795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=4885920148315843795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/4885920148315843795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/4885920148315843795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/run-with-horses.html' title='RUN WITH THE HORSES'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-7494773663190662067</id><published>2009-02-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:55:33.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELATIONSHIPS</title><content type='html'>many enter a relationship with the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;without an end in mind,&lt;br /&gt;do the maths and one will come to know that the relationship&lt;br /&gt;will have no direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should one dont have the end in mind,&lt;br /&gt;the relationships may likely end in heartbreaks&lt;br /&gt;why risk your heart?&lt;br /&gt;think slowly and carefully about what you want in the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;never ever get together for the sake of getting together&lt;br /&gt;im seeing it more an more often&lt;br /&gt;when the strong wind blows, the foundation of the relationship will rock&lt;br /&gt;its after all, based on nothing permanent at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends, come and go&lt;br /&gt;but its heart warming to always know that no matter how far or how close&lt;br /&gt;you are to your friends at any point of time&lt;br /&gt;some friends are truly there always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can meet friends you havent had for a long time&lt;br /&gt;but still be able to bare your heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;cause you trust them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure everyone will have to grow up, mature&lt;br /&gt;have families, yet its doesnt mean that one will lose friends&lt;br /&gt;because true relationships&lt;br /&gt;can withstand the trial of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im sure ours will [:&lt;div 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title='RELATIONSHIPS'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-671443161355673276</id><published>2009-02-14T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:50:41.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MULTIPLYING.</title><content type='html'>my anti-virus just told me i have 55 viruses.&lt;br /&gt;so not only the virus is a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;its having puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like shit.&lt;br /&gt;randomly, i want to buy a CD,&lt;br /&gt;or a ticket to france.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-671443161355673276?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-4935924958047958369</id><published>2009-02-14T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:51:36.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CHOICE.</title><content type='html'>read this off shengming's blog!&lt;br /&gt;and i truly believe in what our teacher said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally our favourite marco/micro economics&lt;br /&gt;teacher say something we wont forget.&lt;br /&gt;'growing old is not a choice,&lt;br /&gt;growing up is a choice'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually she just tells us how useless we are&lt;br /&gt;like seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;i permed my hair! [;&lt;br /&gt;im not supposed to wash my hair for a day,&lt;br /&gt;but i went to play basketball then had to go home and shower&lt;br /&gt;so the curls are not as obvious now&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to put some wax thing to hold it in place,&lt;br /&gt;which i shall try later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES' DAY EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;im totally looking forward to 7pm coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend's here,&lt;br /&gt;its still as busy as ever though&lt;br /&gt;perhaps there will be some time left over&lt;br /&gt;perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;france, never near enough.&lt;br /&gt;come home soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-4935924958047958369?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4935924958047958369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=4935924958047958369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/4935924958047958369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/4935924958047958369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/read-this-off-shengmings-blog-and-i.html' title='A CHOICE.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-1108367022387643430</id><published>2009-02-11T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:14:00.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRPMATES</title><content type='html'>what else can i say?&lt;br /&gt;i truly thank God for each and everyone of you&lt;br /&gt;academic performance for the presentation is secondary to me&lt;br /&gt;compared to the friendships forged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you build me up, (build me up) buttercup baby&lt;br /&gt;just to let me down, and mess me around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wont forget you, oh yes you.&lt;br /&gt;my groupmates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-1108367022387643430?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1108367022387643430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=1108367022387643430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1108367022387643430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/1108367022387643430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/grpmates.html' title='GRPMATES'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-6669087407595797156</id><published>2009-02-07T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:26:06.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know youve heard these words a hundred other times before.&lt;br /&gt;And youve been hurting so your heart has chose to close the door.&lt;br /&gt;Love broke your heart and brought you lies.&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes, youll see a love thats deep and true.&lt;br /&gt;Tender and strong and all for you.&lt;br /&gt;You can trust this love&lt;br /&gt;Honest, thats the honest truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the heart Im giving you everything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;From the heart. I promise you that Ill be there.&lt;br /&gt;Ill be there to love you.&lt;br /&gt;From the soul Im showing you all I feel, all I feel is,&lt;br /&gt;From the heart, from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;I will protect you and respect you and be all you need.&lt;br /&gt;And when you reach for love you only need to reach for me.&lt;br /&gt;These arms will never let you down.&lt;br /&gt;Theyre staying around.&lt;br /&gt;Ill walk with you through every storm.&lt;br /&gt;Ill keep you save Ill keep you warm.&lt;br /&gt;And youll have no doubt.. youre the one Im living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill provide the love you need.&lt;br /&gt;Just trust my touch, believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;Ill never make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Give it all I got, with all Ive got inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet song isnt it,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you wish reality was that simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smart people speak from experience, smarter people, from experience, dont speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont turn back and look for him&lt;br /&gt;when he doesnt stop you from walking away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-6669087407595797156?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6669087407595797156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=6669087407595797156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/6669087407595797156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/6669087407595797156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-youve-heard-these-words-houndred.html' title=''/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-2999932321100854624</id><published>2009-02-05T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:02:30.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHINE.</title><content type='html'>i think this week is the most un-fantastic week&lt;br /&gt;on top of the fact that we have to come back to school everyday for project&lt;br /&gt;when there are no classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 i stepped on a snail yesterday and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, i am very bothered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 i got to retake my medication after misinterpreting the doctors' instructions, then get scolded&lt;br /&gt;#3 this morning i forgot to take my medication out, which means theres a lapse in my medication which is not good&lt;br /&gt;#4 this morning i had super runny nose and no tissue. i solved that by making fabian go buy tissue for me&lt;br /&gt;#5 one of my best friends is going through a rough time then i feel quite affected that shes so sad, i am going to try and cheer her up a bit!&lt;br /&gt;#6 my five members team for IS is missing 3, leaving only dexter and me to do up the work, so we decided to forsake the part that needs 100 surveys done. and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;#7 shuxian, shirley and rod are going for class and im going to wait for them to finish. which is about 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall eventually become fossilised to the chair, perhaps someone will find me a million years from now and study what the human race is&lt;br /&gt;it seems that the end of the world is going to come here and now&lt;br /&gt;i rather it not though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of the show AI, artificial intelligence. touching show really.&lt;br /&gt;i recall tearing at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a hug, like right now.&lt;br /&gt;fly yourself back. NOW. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-2999932321100854624?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2999932321100854624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=2999932321100854624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2999932321100854624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2999932321100854624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/02/whine.html' title='WHINE.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-7247772906168367316</id><published>2009-01-28T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:45:01.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTY. SKIN DEEP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XYK7GojZBSc/SX83e7CC1cI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ArQ5zJ-bpoI/s1600-h/beauty_is____by_emaleth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XYK7GojZBSc/SX83e7CC1cI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ArQ5zJ-bpoI/s400/beauty_is____by_emaleth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296012691192862146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have been down this road so many times&lt;br /&gt;beauty and its definitions&lt;br /&gt;so objective and subjective all at the same time&lt;br /&gt;what does it mean to be truly beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember typing something similar before&lt;br /&gt;but i shall type it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies, its time to stop&lt;br /&gt;being affected by the media with a cookie cutter definition of beauty&lt;br /&gt;changing ourselves to suit others' wishes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;being pressured by the pinning of their expectations on ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon we take those expectations as our own expectations for ourselves&lt;br /&gt;we diet, exercise to fit into that dress, if we can dont breathe to make&lt;br /&gt;ourselves skinner, we would&lt;br /&gt;what are the considerations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becoming skinner physically is not exactly unhealthy&lt;br /&gt;i mean if you are becoming healthier than why not&lt;br /&gt;we all know being overweight do lead to diseases such as heart problems&lt;br /&gt;but we know people start with this step and then cross the line more and more&lt;br /&gt;till one day, they cannot live up to their own expectations of themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres the issue that perhaps you are not even fat in the first place&lt;br /&gt;then what is there to diet?&lt;br /&gt;girls however, we are somehow able to dig out some lump of flesh to want to cut down on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when will this stop.&lt;br /&gt;stop taking expectations of others and turning them to those of our own&lt;br /&gt;it will soon kill us&lt;br /&gt;this death will kill us inside and outside slowly bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;the first step may be cutting 5kg, then realising you are able to do it&lt;br /&gt;pin more and more expectations on yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys,&lt;br /&gt;look at a 'ugly' girl and tell me, what defines ugly?&lt;br /&gt;her thighs, her face? her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;we are past the phase of the inside counts for a lot&lt;br /&gt;so why, why are still so many expectations of girls?&lt;br /&gt;to be of a certain criteria?&lt;br /&gt;is it such so that we can expect our men to be of a certain standard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does love, come with expectations?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;louis once asked me a question,&lt;br /&gt;is a relationship all about give and take?&lt;br /&gt;so i kept thinking about it and i asked&lt;br /&gt;the final verdict is that a relationship is not about giving and taking&lt;br /&gt;not even about compromising&lt;br /&gt;a relationship is all about just giving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i think i will not support someone dieting to fit into a dress&lt;br /&gt;but rather dieting for the right purposes&lt;br /&gt;to maintain weight or to be healthy&lt;br /&gt; dieting to fit into a dress seems to be self improvement for all the wrong reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plenty for thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7247772906168367316?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7247772906168367316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=7247772906168367316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7247772906168367316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/7247772906168367316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/01/beauty-skin-deep.html' title='BEAUTY. SKIN DEEP?'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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/_XYK7GojZBSc/SX83e7CC1cI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ArQ5zJ-bpoI/s72-c/beauty_is____by_emaleth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-6544779010598881795</id><published>2009-01-22T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:55:16.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY.</title><content type='html'>i have been so determined to blog but havent even dug out some time&lt;br /&gt;the projects i have are keeping my group mates and me&lt;br /&gt;in school till about 5/6?&lt;br /&gt;then it will be either dinner with them (shuxian and shirley)&lt;br /&gt;by the time i get my bus which comes once every 2000 years by a way&lt;br /&gt;and reach home, it will be close to nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it will be my daily stoning session&lt;br /&gt;whereby i will spend time with my family stoning&lt;br /&gt;awesome isnt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be looking forward at the tv,&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember what i watch mostly&lt;br /&gt;the things i am supposed to do just run through my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its also frustrating that my body is not strong enough&lt;br /&gt;for me to be so hard on her&lt;br /&gt; i feel that i shouldnt!&lt;br /&gt;God's temple and im treating His temple quite badly&lt;br /&gt;by little sleep, little food, little blood. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit late to have a new year resolution&lt;br /&gt;i would want to have a proper sleeping routine,&lt;br /&gt;eat my meals and not forget&lt;br /&gt;thankfully my stomach usually dont let me forget&lt;br /&gt;its just that sometimes work seems more important&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;you cant believe yours either!&lt;br /&gt;im saying that work is more important than food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had the presentation on the Holocaust&lt;br /&gt;i guess, i was quite badly affected by the plight of victims&lt;br /&gt;this massacre was none like any other&lt;br /&gt;i wondered, as the victims get tortured slowly to death&lt;br /&gt;what is the worst torture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i read this article about how this mother fed her&lt;br /&gt;baby urine to stop the baby from crying to not alert the soldiers&lt;br /&gt;and the baby died from choking&lt;br /&gt;the mother went crazy and carry her dead baby around&lt;br /&gt;screaming for people to feed her baby&lt;br /&gt;when people took the baby from her hands,&lt;br /&gt;it was already dead for a few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised, that no matter what torture&lt;br /&gt;be it physically, mentally, emotionally&lt;br /&gt;are all equally painful and hard to take&lt;br /&gt;there should not be any comparison of torture&lt;br /&gt;the man who was slowly tortured to death suffered as much&lt;br /&gt;as parents who kill their own child to end the suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the serious talk,&lt;br /&gt;i am starving and sleepy&lt;br /&gt;i want to at least satisfy one and eat soon&lt;br /&gt;the sleep on the bus first time today,&lt;br /&gt;was the first time i slept, without knowing i slept&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-6544779010598881795?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6544779010598881795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=6544779010598881795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/6544779010598881795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/6544779010598881795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally.html' title='FINALLY.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-3180252014037266688</id><published>2009-01-15T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:57:25.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO WORLD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XYK7GojZBSc/SW6zIFsrz4I/AAAAAAAAATc/U7HA0O1QWXM/s1600-h/change_by_PuTrID_DeFiLeR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XYK7GojZBSc/SW6zIFsrz4I/AAAAAAAAATc/U7HA0O1QWXM/s400/change_by_PuTrID_DeFiLeR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291363563756834690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture spoke to me somehow&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the words, maybe its something else&lt;br /&gt;i am not too sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a call for an update from shengming!&lt;br /&gt;one word can summarize my life in the recent weeks&lt;br /&gt;busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember my days&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember my meals&lt;br /&gt;what i eat, how i sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do thank god for groupmates&lt;br /&gt;cause they do make project work easier to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has gotten so dry that its almost seems like a bad drought&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when is the rain coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3180252014037266688?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3180252014037266688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=3180252014037266688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-4821055692554377273</id><published>2009-01-03T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:52:44.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKENDS</title><content type='html'>today is saturday! awesome.&lt;br /&gt;school starts in two days.&lt;br /&gt;what more can i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it actually rhymes a bit don't you think so&lt;br /&gt;point of reflection of the week is that&lt;br /&gt;different people have different values in different situations&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder when is things right or wrong for that matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised through watching tv i actually learn certain moral values&lt;br /&gt;at least i felt hat i did&lt;br /&gt;like i remember there was this show where the actors said that relationships&lt;br /&gt;in life are not based on luck but rather on hard work and effort to maintain&lt;br /&gt;and it really struck me, that how many relationships i have in my life that&lt;br /&gt;i would want to maintain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of friends who are out of my life and me out of theirs for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;some of them busy with work, some of them with new relationships&lt;br /&gt;but whatever the matter, or the cause&lt;br /&gt;an effort has to be made to maintain relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach is calling me to feed it&lt;br /&gt;theres not much food in the house though&lt;br /&gt;okay, im just being picky&lt;br /&gt;there is food but i just dont like it&lt;br /&gt;vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will overtake singapore one day i swear&lt;br /&gt;with the big cabbage leaves and those green caixin&lt;br /&gt;-shudders at the thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-4821055692554377273?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-2967149435750303110</id><published>2008-12-30T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:13:38.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS ENDING.</title><content type='html'>what is this,&lt;br /&gt;i dont even remember the holiday starting and&lt;br /&gt;i am already counting down to the new year&lt;br /&gt;that is good and bad in alot of ways&lt;br /&gt;good because time is flying even though&lt;br /&gt;france is a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;bad because next year is so uncertain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my projects and resume,&lt;br /&gt;i cannot understand my low level of productivity&lt;br /&gt;and ive been at home everyday!&lt;br /&gt;its already starting to make me sick&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i am saying this&lt;br /&gt;but i think not getting out more is why the dodo bird died of a natural death&lt;br /&gt;no one really remembers that advert&lt;br /&gt;oh moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to start doing work&lt;br /&gt;work = projects and resume&lt;br /&gt;still have to dig for my certs to self promote myself&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to say?&lt;br /&gt;team player? confident?&lt;br /&gt;but i am not supposed to lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will really kill myself if i dont get down to doing work soon&lt;br /&gt;oh funny i had the thought of killing myself if i dont do work&lt;br /&gt;but not just doing work like right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my procrastinating skills has hit a whole new level&lt;br /&gt;i can just tell from the way i am putting things off&lt;br /&gt;and i cant have a new year resolution not to procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;cause i will just procrastinate to fulfill that resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how that all sounds contradicting but make some sense at some point of time?&lt;br /&gt;i have only been out twice this week!&lt;br /&gt;-pats self on the back&lt;br /&gt;im already going crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-2967149435750303110?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2967149435750303110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=2967149435750303110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2967149435750303110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/2967149435750303110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-ending.html' title='HOLIDAYS ENDING.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-8730783022844105245</id><published>2008-12-23T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:50:28.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCKY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I’m talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky, oh my, baby I’m trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt; Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;They don’t know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;I’m lucky I’m in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky we’re in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;                                 -Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;is there really such thing as luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;its funny how people are so near sometimes, and yet so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8730783022844105245?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8730783022844105245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=8730783022844105245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8730783022844105245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8730783022844105245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2008/12/lucky.html' title='LUCKY.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-8125367027430980769</id><published>2008-12-20T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T03:25:48.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMOTIONAL. AND YOU DONT KNOW.</title><content type='html'>i breathed in the smoky air.&lt;br /&gt;and blew it out, all that cigarette taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how long have we fought, how many times&lt;br /&gt;to just&lt;br /&gt;believe, like it wont fail you&lt;br /&gt;trust, like it wont betray you&lt;br /&gt;love, like it wont leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because oh no they wont understand,&lt;br /&gt;so why let them see you&lt;br /&gt;the fear that rushes through veins&lt;br /&gt;what do they know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much you tried to hold on when someone else is letting go&lt;br /&gt;i only want to sleep so much, sleeping too long would only mean&lt;br /&gt;being too far from reality, and that gives too much hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you fight those voices in your head&lt;br /&gt;do the people around you add to them? or fight them instead?&lt;br /&gt;reassuring words you wont find repeating&lt;br /&gt;cause its tiring to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give yourself a pat on the back&lt;br /&gt;and tell yourself everything's ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's ok when life takes its toll&lt;br /&gt;when everything seems pitch black&lt;br /&gt;when you cant find the end of that rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's ok when the person you love hurts you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear god, are you there tonight?&lt;br /&gt;cause i really need you to hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotions mashed with writing&lt;br /&gt;raw blogging&lt;br /&gt;i think its not a bad prose. (:&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to know how to express how i feel with my limited vocab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8125367027430980769?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8125367027430980769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=8125367027430980769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8125367027430980769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8125367027430980769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2008/12/emotional-and-you-dont-know.html' title='EMOTIONAL. AND YOU DONT KNOW.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-3338230184852113456</id><published>2008-12-17T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:52:45.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANGS</title><content type='html'>so im going for a new look&lt;br /&gt;i think thats what your monthly period does to you&lt;br /&gt;i am going to cut bangs!&lt;br /&gt;i have lost too much blood to hesitate to change my look!&lt;br /&gt;and i have not much idea what exactly i am blogging about&lt;br /&gt;there is not much coherence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can just cut it, and if it does makes me look scary,&lt;br /&gt;i will just leave it long again&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan ting is my sole influence,&lt;br /&gt;we will pop over by the salon together!&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully its not too bad looking.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, at the rate of my blood loss&lt;br /&gt;and the cramps, i will not end up at the salon anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see BB assignment, Advertising and so much more&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder how little time i will be left with to pack my table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rowing is tomorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;so i got to be up by 6&lt;br /&gt;i cross my fingers and toes i wont capsize tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;rowing is alot about confidence i feel&lt;br /&gt;that if you row with confidence, its not that easy to topple over&lt;br /&gt;trust your stroke, move with the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and, i got pretty flowers (:&lt;br /&gt;they are awesome too. all pretty colours.&lt;br /&gt;truly made my day, i was all moody and cramp-ish&lt;br /&gt;till the flowers came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried some super sweet xiao long bao at din tai fung yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i never really liked xiao long bao,&lt;br /&gt;but the ones i ate was super sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i am all craving for it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever wondered whether its time to talk to your father properly&lt;br /&gt;like, to stop being so serious, so formal&lt;br /&gt;hes dad after all, i guess in Asian cultures there are no outward&lt;br /&gt;showing of love, care and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i firmly feel that it is up to the next generation to change it&lt;br /&gt;so i shall 'yoyo' my dad the next time i see him&lt;br /&gt;time to sizzle up the relationship! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and, can france just swap places with malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3338230184852113456?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3338230184852113456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=3338230184852113456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/3338230184852113456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/3338230184852113456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2008/12/bangs.html' title='BANGS'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-8388204044696923410</id><published>2008-12-09T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:05:37.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIPS OF AN ANGEL.</title><content type='html'>i am not too sure how to have time for people who dont have time for me&lt;br /&gt;because even if you leave this big blank of time in your life&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt mean that they will happily come along to fill it up&lt;br /&gt;which ties me faintly to the word sincerity&lt;br /&gt;or insincerity rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another sleepless night,&lt;br /&gt;i shall exhaust all possibilities before turning to steroids.&lt;br /&gt;i do have them still, in my cupboard looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;i have to snap out of the mindset that only steroids can help&lt;br /&gt;and i have to start helping myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not attend the BA com meeting today! ):&lt;br /&gt;im blaming it so on this disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma's birthday was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;suggested playing majong with her to keep her company&lt;br /&gt;so she doesnt feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;awesome time cause she was winning us all the way&lt;br /&gt;and giving us a lecture on how to play&lt;br /&gt;we were like having a live discussion about majong.&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will have to go and pass louis the majong tiles i borrowed later though&lt;br /&gt;as much as i dont want to go out with all the patches on my skin,&lt;br /&gt;there is no food at home anyway!&lt;br /&gt;and randomly, the five wounds on my arm looks like the 5circles in majong!&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;alrights, i will stop finding such linkless similarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall go out and hunt for my dinner at ang mo kio hub&lt;br /&gt;lugging heavy weights in the shape of small rectangular majong tiles&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8388204044696923410?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8388204044696923410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=8388204044696923410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8388204044696923410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8388204044696923410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2008/12/lips-of-angel.html' title='LIPS OF AN ANGEL.'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-8455569691276936108</id><published>2008-12-09T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:47:46.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR GOD,</title><content type='html'>A lonely road, crossed another cold state line&lt;br /&gt;Miles away from those I love&lt;br /&gt;Purpose hard to find&lt;br /&gt;While I recall all the words you spoke to me&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but wish that I was there&lt;br /&gt;Back where I'd love to be, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God the only thing I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;Is to hold her when I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;When I'm much too far away&lt;br /&gt;We all need that person who can be true to you&lt;br /&gt;But I left her when I found her&lt;br /&gt;And now I wish I'd stayed&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you again, oh no&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here for me on this barren road&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here while the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And all the shops are closed&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but think of the times I've had with you&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and some memories will have to help me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             - Avenged Sevenfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worthy song to listen to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8455569691276936108?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8455569691276936108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=8455569691276936108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8455569691276936108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/8455569691276936108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-god.html' title='DEAR GOD,'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-322798983330032018</id><published>2008-12-07T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:47:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE SONGS</title><content type='html'>i find myself remembering love songs in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;its just wonderful how people can put words together&lt;br /&gt;and make something so simple as a melody become so meaningful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of songs like&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;truly,madly,deeply&lt;br /&gt;i knew i loved you before i met you&lt;br /&gt;thats when i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the common denominator of all love songs is that love is never about one person&lt;br /&gt;there is always a 'we' or people sing about the person they love&lt;br /&gt;sneak preview of thats when i love you lyrics!  brackets of my own comments. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have to look away&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Just that way&lt;/span&gt; (loving that person the way he is, not the way we want him to be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear you stumble when you speak&lt;br /&gt;Or see you walk with two left feet&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're mad cause you lost a game&lt;br /&gt;Forget im waiting in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause here's my promise made tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You can count on me for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When nothing you do could change my mind&lt;/span&gt; (when people change, people give up, is there a need to give up? that when he becomes the worst person ever, will we still love? i wonder.)&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I love you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you turn to hide your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause the movie, it made you cry&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you a little more each time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And when you can't quite match your clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Or when you laugh at your own jokes&lt;/span&gt; (i laugh at my own jokes too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; That's when I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love you more than you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you forget that we had a date&lt;br /&gt;Or that look that you give when you show up late&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome song to think of in the morning, its to shower then church!&lt;br /&gt;i hear the toilet beckoning me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomly, i watched alien vs predator yesterday and it was so gross&lt;br /&gt;why cant the other channels have something to watch,&lt;br /&gt;then i dont have to be left with the odd long tail creatures chewing on humans&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, its that gross!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-322798983330032018?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/322798983330032018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=322798983330032018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/322798983330032018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/322798983330032018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-songs.html' title='LOVE SONGS'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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-8418936620305474324.post-5079607573227376338</id><published>2008-12-06T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:21:44.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOWS THAT</title><content type='html'>i deleted my old blog by accident.&lt;br /&gt;a new blog has to mean a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;since that blog was already 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful for everyone. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;you all made my day. and perhaps my night. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-5079607573227376338?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5079607573227376338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8418936620305474324&amp;postID=5079607573227376338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/5079607573227376338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418936620305474324/posts/default/5079607573227376338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2008/12/hows-that.html' title='HOWS THAT'/><author><name>ELIZABETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04071426418910625645</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>
