<?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-7498150</id><updated>2011-08-06T18:36:49.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShakeyourBumBum</title><subtitle type='html'>The summer's flower is to the summer sweet.
But to itself, it will only live and die.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-6917914785392295364</id><published>2011-03-22T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:03:53.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Annoucement</title><summary type='text'>It has been so long. I have shifted blog since 2009 owing to a dispute with some colleagues.Recently, I keep coming back to read the old posts. I've been blogging since 2004. That is a long time. I have never stopped blogging, so this means 7 years of life recorded on the internet.Talking about connection, I am not very IT savvy and I keep falling behind times. MSN? No longer there. Friendster is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6917914785392295364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=6917914785392295364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6917914785392295364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6917914785392295364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2011/03/official-annoucement.html' title='Official Annoucement'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-8229642119702133557</id><published>2008-12-11T16:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:14:52.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Preparations</title><summary type='text'>2 more weeks to this year's Christmas Eve Dinner. Dad bought an oven last week at Best denki, so this year, guys, expect alot more roast and baked stuff! I'm in the midst of testing out Christmas recipes. Here is a sneak preview:Apple Cake:Ham and Cheese Muffins:I really hope all my invited guests can turn up. So fast it is 4+2+3+2=11, plus me and my mum and sis, it will be 14 of us. Gawd..and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/8229642119702133557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=8229642119702133557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8229642119702133557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8229642119702133557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-preparations.html' title='Christmas Preparations'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTrKwqjlTDw/SUDXAI_Sx1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ctD_C3A7LJE/s72-c/100_5234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-8069235646145197548</id><published>2008-12-05T05:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:16:10.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Dawn</title><summary type='text'>Some friends are truly meant to be there. Whichever situation you meet with, there is bound to be someone you think of immediately. Such beauty in friendship, must be treasured. Such comfort in companionship, must not be taken for granted.It seems, that perhaps there might be some headway to the current problem I face. Yes, there is some effort to salvage the situation. Though spoken words cannot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/8069235646145197548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=8069235646145197548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8069235646145197548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8069235646145197548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-dawn.html' title='A New Dawn'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-3201436814087236010</id><published>2008-12-04T17:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:28:33.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Exam III</title><summary type='text'>I woke up with an immense throbbing pain in my heart this afternoon. The pain made me lie in bed for a very long time. It set me crying and set me thinking.When I got up, I went to take a look at all my fish tanks. I took a quick note that all of them are alive.  But I sense no happiness.  Then I looked at my planted tank.  More grass are dead.  One of the stem plants had broke into two.  A stalk</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/3201436814087236010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=3201436814087236010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3201436814087236010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3201436814087236010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-exam-iii.html' title='Post Exam III'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTrKwqjlTDw/STehtFR7nfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/f7ullfSoI7I/s72-c/1dec+newborn+fry2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-3743835566805197410</id><published>2008-12-04T03:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:23:09.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened today</title><summary type='text'>It is now 3.30am.I cannot sleep. 1 minute my brain tells me to accept the fact that we might part, but the next minute my heart declines and I cry.I dedicate the below post to you. In fact, all the posts that I have entered the last few times, is for you. I cant disturb you during your exams I know. So I blog because I know sometimes you would come and read. Then without bothering you, you can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/3743835566805197410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=3743835566805197410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3743835566805197410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3743835566805197410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-happened-today.html' title='What happened today'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-6720705363374162236</id><published>2008-12-04T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T02:33:50.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why are you doing this to me?I never thought it would happen between us.What happened to the happy times we had between us? Where are they?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6720705363374162236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=6720705363374162236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6720705363374162236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6720705363374162236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-are-you-doing-this-to-me-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-9165080364632184589</id><published>2008-12-04T01:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T02:03:27.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of the end</title><summary type='text'>A few things came to light today, including many feelings that were concealed or put aside at first.When I stop crying, I am suddenly reminded of the vast amount of similarity when I ended a relationship 3 years ago. I never expect the same to surface again. I find myself faced with the same attitude, the same words, the same replies and I find myself with the same urge, the same actions, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/9165080364632184589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=9165080364632184589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/9165080364632184589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/9165080364632184589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/12/start-of-end.html' title='The start of the end'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-6319464083803402524</id><published>2008-12-03T01:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:13:58.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sleepless night</title><summary type='text'>It is another night of insomnia for me. As I switched on my laptop to type this post, my dog jumped down from my bed and into my lap suddenly. She licked my hand and leaned on my arm. I'm typing with one hand now.....but....Thank you for being with me....Not much mood to blog also. My plants are not doing well. So am I.Not in the mood to do much things. Perhaps just a little attention left to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6319464083803402524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=6319464083803402524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6319464083803402524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6319464083803402524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepless-night.html' title='A sleepless night'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-6224575472714969359</id><published>2008-12-02T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:27:51.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Exams II</title><summary type='text'>Today is his last paper. I thought he is going to be relieved and would find some time to catch up with me. But...instead, he showed his attitude and didnt contact me after his first sms that he left paper blank and would fail.I feel very...taken aback. Am I getting blamed that he "might" fail his exams? Is that sms supposed to vent his anger on me and trying to make me "suffer" for his potential</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6224575472714969359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=6224575472714969359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6224575472714969359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6224575472714969359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-exams-ii.html' title='Post Exams II'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-8479472886697759346</id><published>2008-12-02T04:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:13:04.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Exams Now</title><summary type='text'>A bit sad. Post exams joy has not kicked in yet.Wish I can have some fun during this holidays. But...the person who should matter is not making any effort. Despondent...Honestly I really really cannot understand the logic behind being ignored completely during exam period. Is that an excuse? I cant comprehend the vast amount of difficulty in picking up a convenient communication aid and speaking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/8479472886697759346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=8479472886697759346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8479472886697759346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8479472886697759346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-exams-now.html' title='After Exams Now'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-3112267307356639404</id><published>2008-11-30T15:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:49:15.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is going to be a normal post dictating my life as it is now. (dictating as in say aloud, or read out in that manner...and not as in Hitler that kind of dictator)It all started when I was clearing my table top. I was shuffling and filing my notes on Introduction to World Religion when I simply felt a slight discomfort in putting them away. I have not touched on them for as much as I thought I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/3112267307356639404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=3112267307356639404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3112267307356639404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3112267307356639404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-going-to-be-normal-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTrKwqjlTDw/STJLBs7xvDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/PybXfzeWJBI/s72-c/100_5149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-1261864885749285244</id><published>2008-11-21T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:48:18.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problematic Student</title><summary type='text'>I feel like a dumb ass.First: I remembered the wrong date for my final exam!! Luckily I was reminded the last night before. And I sat for the paper.Second: I missed the submission dateline of a project. I was not reminded. I lost 12 marks.Arse.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/1261864885749285244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=1261864885749285244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1261864885749285244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1261864885749285244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/11/problematic-student.html' title='Problematic Student'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-7722918076414568319</id><published>2008-11-18T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:48:33.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When was the last time I had a treat by my bf? A dinner...a shopping...or a movie?It set me thinking, I just had a quarrel with him, over money.Even when I ask my bf on a date to somewhere, I have to pay for the petrol, down to the last cent.Disappointing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/7722918076414568319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=7722918076414568319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7722918076414568319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7722918076414568319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-was-last-time-i-had-treat-by-my-bf.html' title=''/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-7690795693407538855</id><published>2008-11-10T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:54:31.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extension of my aquarium hobby</title><summary type='text'>Well many of you know I own a dog. Some of you know I rear guppies. But i bet none of you know now I have expanded my hobby to include planted aquarium tanks.I got poisoned by this aquatic forum that I joined. So with the immense help of someone special, I set up this tank! Cost about $60 to setup =/BUT I hope our efforts will pay off eventually =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/7690795693407538855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=7690795693407538855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7690795693407538855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7690795693407538855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/11/extension-of-my-aquarium-hobby.html' title='Extension of my aquarium hobby'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTrKwqjlTDw/SRhLFEmOv3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/s1_qBR86R-0/s72-c/overview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-1928814312284436378</id><published>2008-11-07T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:38:48.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am here again today, because I have ran out of things to do to relieve my boredom.Just would like to say...I am very sick of hounding on my bf. He may be sick of it too and so do I. I just really do not understand why he can laugh so happily when I am plain down and bored. Every" "lol" I see makes me feel just worse. When he is having fun and company outside, why cant he think about me too?I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/1928814312284436378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=1928814312284436378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1928814312284436378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1928814312284436378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-here-again-today-because-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-1824969429346151985</id><published>2008-10-22T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:21:48.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time As Slow As a Snail</title><summary type='text'>I'm suffering from a nervous breakdown on an average of once a day.And ever since secondary school when my 2yrs form teacher 陈老师 pointed out to me, I realise the fact that whenever I am tensed or nervous or stressed, I would be having diarrhea.And my diarrhea has been getting from bad to worse. These 2 days, I have to run to the toilet 6 times a day.My head hurts and I feel very nauseated. I feel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/1824969429346151985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=1824969429346151985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1824969429346151985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1824969429346151985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-as-slow-as-snail.html' title='Time As Slow As a Snail'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-6419005392152926049</id><published>2008-10-21T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:10:11.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another depressing and stressful day</title><summary type='text'>Come back home with 2 more reports due this week. Stretched till almost breaking.Then the only female guppy I got out of the competition died. Had to confide in someone if not I will burst apart from inside.Tried to find eugene only to find out that he is too pissed off to talk to me.Feel really really upset. After a long hard day, just need you to chat with me, help me out with what you can help</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6419005392152926049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=6419005392152926049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6419005392152926049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6419005392152926049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-depressing-and-stressful-day.html' title='Another depressing and stressful day'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-2366195031253224223</id><published>2008-10-20T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:27:40.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very depressed over work</title><summary type='text'>Things are badI wonder if it is just my bad skills in essay writing.Haiz sian...My group mates ask me to be the editor for the first essay assignment for the law management module. But, end up when they submit the essay, they didnt submit the essay which I edited. They re-edited everything and added back all their own paragraphs to submit.Worse for me, when we get back the essay, the essay got A.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/2366195031253224223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=2366195031253224223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2366195031253224223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2366195031253224223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-depressed-over-work.html' title='Very depressed over work'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-4114295254362472138</id><published>2008-10-17T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:53:59.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thank You Consolitude Post</title><summary type='text'>Prelude: You are not going to find the meaning of consolitude somewhere formal. It just came to my mind. Recently I'm very very vexed. And I keep getting bouts of giddiness which someone says might be a symptom of early stroke. Anyway, the purpose of this post is to express gratitude to Eugene. I owe him this post and he has been "reminding" me of it. Though, it is just that I am feeling vexed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/4114295254362472138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=4114295254362472138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4114295254362472138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4114295254362472138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-consolitude-post.html' title='A Thank You Consolitude Post'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-7783368818655286079</id><published>2008-10-15T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:17:56.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya I know I have to blog about you but please stop pressing me about it.I have many many many undone assignments and many many datelines to meet. Plus the fark people that I trust keep fumbling up and creating more trouble for me.Nothing is done. Nothing goes smooth. It is just plain irritating and very very very vexing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/7783368818655286079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=7783368818655286079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7783368818655286079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7783368818655286079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/10/ya-i-know-i-have-to-blog-about-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-8406266028754255657</id><published>2008-10-10T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:47:38.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Menu</title><summary type='text'>This is real. And this is real funny. It kinda make me miss JinYong's novels. If you cant see the wording, click on the pictures..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/8406266028754255657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=8406266028754255657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8406266028754255657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8406266028754255657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/10/chinese-menu.html' title='Chinese Menu'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTrKwqjlTDw/SO8WikAJGCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Vqni3hqTj6Y/s72-c/FoodMenu4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-5070861640767050786</id><published>2008-10-08T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T02:22:03.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>I am ill. I keep flaring up. Otherwise, I just go down down down. I feel so sick.I need people to understand. But the world is just like that. People dont. People cant. It is so hard to ask for love and understanding and appropriate help and words....I am just so tired...I have to hang in there before I lose it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/5070861640767050786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=5070861640767050786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5070861640767050786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5070861640767050786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-3285828606980899664</id><published>2008-10-06T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:29:19.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restart</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow school is restarting for me. After "1 week" (which is about 5 days), of being instructed to forget myself as an NUS student, tomorrow, I'm going to be forced back into reality. I was on break, but the world didnt stop for me. They moved on, so I have a lot to do to pick up the pieces where I left. There was a lot of accountabilting work to do and I have to email the professors and ask </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/3285828606980899664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=3285828606980899664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3285828606980899664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3285828606980899664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/10/restart.html' title='Restart'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-1012886060469248312</id><published>2008-10-06T07:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:05:06.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Housewives Sux</title><summary type='text'>I watched till season 4 episode 10 and I couldnt help but go to the internet and find the spoilers. Thats bcos Mike's actions are really starting to irritate me and I'm finding Susan more and more especially after I read about the episodes in Season 5! Omg...cant she just stop finding men for 1 sec?And it's just ridiculous. Up till Season 3 I was still loving it. It was humourous and romantic and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/1012886060469248312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=1012886060469248312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1012886060469248312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1012886060469248312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/10/desperate-housewives-sux.html' title='Desperate Housewives Sux'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-9120755568421174826</id><published>2008-10-01T16:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:01:04.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Enemy/Friend is back</title><summary type='text'>To all my JC friends, my old adversary is back. The friend/enemy or I dont know how to call it, is back haunting me. Almost....The doc gave me 1 week off to relax.I'm trying very hard to. And a lot of things had happened in the last 2 days. Including my dad slamming the door in a fit of anger and bought me a new monitor on the same day just to shut me up so I can stop accusing him of playing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/9120755568421174826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=9120755568421174826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/9120755568421174826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/9120755568421174826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-enemyfriend-is-back.html' title='The Old Enemy/Friend is back'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-1773903140550783321</id><published>2008-09-29T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:36:45.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Afternoon</title><summary type='text'>He has changed. Changed so much. Since he got out of NS, into uni and after he works outside. The way he talks to me...it just hurts me so much.I dont understand and I'm finding very hard to believe. It is so difficult for me to keep myself together and not fall apart.I plucked up the courage to drop a msg and try to seek some compromise in there. But he threw back the msg at me and acted like it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/1773903140550783321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=1773903140550783321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1773903140550783321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1773903140550783321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-afternoon.html' title='Monday Afternoon'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-4064565763473409000</id><published>2008-09-29T02:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T06:06:21.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hurt Soul</title><summary type='text'>It is now 2.10am in the morning.I was the one hurt, yet I keep staring at my handphone. Waiting for a glimpse of hope to come. Waiting for a glimmer of what I used to believe.None came.It is only hurting me more. Perhaps that is what you want it to be. To hurt me, right? Thats your intention. Hurt me as much as possible and you will be happy?But isnt it what couples should do? Go out of the way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/4064565763473409000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=4064565763473409000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4064565763473409000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4064565763473409000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurt-soul.html' title='A Hurt Soul'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-297346701320773810</id><published>2008-09-28T10:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:11:35.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckers</title><summary type='text'>My dad sux big time. He wishes I wont dump my problems on him and wishes I can get off his back while he is playing his stupid computer games. He spends $300 without battling an eyelid to buy a virtual WEAPON in his game but says he has no money for me to buy a monitor which has been spoilt for a year.Kao. Why cant he be the dads I see on tv and read in books? Why cant he be a role model or a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/297346701320773810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=297346701320773810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/297346701320773810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/297346701320773810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/09/sucker-dad.html' title='Suckers'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-3604785888927976565</id><published>2008-09-28T03:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:16:55.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess Week</title><summary type='text'>It's been a crazy week. It's crazy bcos I havent been doing anything in this recess week.It officially started a week ago on my birthday. 4 different groups of people celebrated it for me, 1 of which is my family. And after those celebrations last weekend, I practically did nothing for the whole week. Well, I did something actually, and that is to rot at home, watch dvd till 6am, sleep till 2pm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/3604785888927976565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=3604785888927976565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3604785888927976565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3604785888927976565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/09/recess-week.html' title='Recess Week'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-7091510612329606718</id><published>2008-09-22T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:04:12.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments</title><summary type='text'>As promised, I have to compliment somebody, for his really rare, touching and sincere efforts on the eve of my birthday.Hmm, he is also complaining about what I wrote on my blog about him. And he even pointed and read out selective parts. Haiz...I write when I am emo mah. So when I am especially angry or desperate or struggling inside, I will unleashed them on my blog. And using my more than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/7091510612329606718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=7091510612329606718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7091510612329606718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7091510612329606718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/09/compliments.html' title='Compliments'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-722590625644075066</id><published>2008-09-21T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:45:27.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Celebrations</title><summary type='text'>There's a person, who wants me to write very good things about him, based on what he has done for me on my birthday. Cos he would like me to clarify that the past few posts on him were very biased &gt;.&lt;Ok, I was emotional, but I always am. Perhaps thats where most of my inspiration for novels come from also.Er but ya, he did quite a number of amazing things yesterday, for which, I am duty bound to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/722590625644075066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=722590625644075066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/722590625644075066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/722590625644075066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-celebrations.html' title='Birthday Celebrations'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTrKwqjlTDw/SNaEvLA3OZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GDbuLy61XGM/s72-c/All_alone_in_BW.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-5399178201216719217</id><published>2008-09-15T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:47:05.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New This Week</title><summary type='text'>Damn sian.I am so stressed and unhappy. All I want is for my own bf to accompany me WHILE HE IS ON HOLIDAY. Not like he has to work or he has to study for exam or he has to revise or what. He has nothing on. But he's UNABLE TO COME.Then wait till when? Wait till he is busiest. Wait till he is working. Wait till his school reopen wait till his exams then I ask him to accompany me?Sian</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/5399178201216719217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=5399178201216719217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5399178201216719217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5399178201216719217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-new-this-week.html' title='Nothing New This Week'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-3877911265156323960</id><published>2008-09-15T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:08:21.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats New in This Week</title><summary type='text'>Basically, I went to the doctor's yesterday. I have been feeling very bloated for the whole week. Initially I thought I was just fat, since I really couldnt squeeze into my nicest pair of jeans. But yesterday it intensifed to the stage that I cant even drink water without feeling like my stomach is going to bust.After rolling about in cold sweat for the whole morning and afternoon, my mum decided</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/3877911265156323960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=3877911265156323960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3877911265156323960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3877911265156323960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-new-in-this-week_15.html' title='Whats New in This Week'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-7808928263471536285</id><published>2008-09-15T13:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:22:58.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visuals on Mid Autumn</title><summary type='text'>I took a few pictures of yesterday's outing to the park. It was raining in the evening and we actually saw some kids who are not dampened by the rainy season. They continued to light lanterns in the void deck, yes. Hahaha. And I saw WeiJing while I was on the way also, haha.Two weeks ago my mum already decided to take our dog along to celebrate Mid Autumn TOGETHER. And she specifically requested </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/7808928263471536285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=7808928263471536285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7808928263471536285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7808928263471536285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-new-in-this-week.html' title='Visuals on Mid Autumn'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MTrKwqjlTDw/SM36H3YiMPI/AAAAAAAAALU/4dW6FfRYfAI/s72-c/stage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-5842443142837082062</id><published>2008-09-15T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:39:49.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes about Dogs</title><summary type='text'>I subscribe to this free online newsletter and I saw a very funny article on this joke about dogs giving different responses to a question. The answers are obviously made up by humans but it reflects the dog's characteristics.Worth a small laugh in any case.How many dogs does it take to change a lightbulb?1) Golden Retrievers : The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/5842443142837082062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=5842443142837082062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5842443142837082062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5842443142837082062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/09/jokes-about-dogs.html' title='Jokes about Dogs'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-5698847784133126804</id><published>2008-09-09T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:22:13.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsuccessful Communication</title><summary type='text'>No understanding is reached. Nothing pierced me. The words bounce off me. I dunno how to be pacified. But shouldnt the outsider know better? Shouldnt the one idling during holiday spend more time on the problem? Why am I, the one struggling with semester assignments, be frustrated over all these?I know. The idling one doesnt see a problem. Everything that I raise and throw to him gets dissolved. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/5698847784133126804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=5698847784133126804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5698847784133126804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5698847784133126804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/09/unsuccessful-communication.html' title='Unsuccessful Communication'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-2244993632632232445</id><published>2008-09-08T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:19:52.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How A Dog Drinks Water</title><summary type='text'>http://www.videosift.com/video/Dog-drinking-in-slow-motion-watch-the-tongueSeriously, I never knew it until I watched this video.Thats how a dog drinks water!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/2244993632632232445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=2244993632632232445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2244993632632232445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2244993632632232445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-dog-drinks-water.html' title='How A Dog Drinks Water'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-8817078834647584210</id><published>2008-09-07T04:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T04:36:29.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless night</title><summary type='text'>As youc an see, it is 4.30am in the morning now. I already watched tv until I cant take it (cos all midnight shows are boring and weej should know cos I msged him at 1am saying that I'm watching US Open 2008 and I complained to FM guess3 is boring but I got ignored by her subsequently), and I surfed net till I'm bored.So the last resort is actually blogging! You all know the frequency of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/8817078834647584210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=8817078834647584210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8817078834647584210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8817078834647584210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless night'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-2125194516538166492</id><published>2008-08-31T23:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:10:42.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ's bday outing</title><summary type='text'>DJ's birthday outing was an immensely enjoyable one.We met up and jokes were flying in the air. I think everyone felt comfortable with each other and each person was appreciated and their presence felt, acknowledged and enjoyed. These things are extremely valuable to me now as they are rarely felt in lonely, fast paced and highly pressuring university life.Well, Minds Cafe (not sure if it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/2125194516538166492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=2125194516538166492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2125194516538166492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2125194516538166492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/08/djs-bday-outing.html' title='DJ&apos;s bday outing'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-5565960497494477379</id><published>2008-08-03T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:34:57.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Dog Day</title><summary type='text'>I feel so unlucky and simply down down down today.Firstly, my dog refuses to eat what I cooked for the 2nd consecutive day. Prefering to a few dry kibbles. Otherwise, she would eye hungrily at the fried chicken as though we didnt feed her for days.Then I tried to tire her out by bringing her for a walk and exercise. We ran and brisk walked for 35mins and I even SPRAIN my ankle during the walk, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/5565960497494477379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=5565960497494477379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5565960497494477379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5565960497494477379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid-dog-day.html' title='Stupid Dog Day'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-6810124805667554388</id><published>2008-07-30T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:15:54.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desolate Office, Sick Workers</title><summary type='text'>Today only me and my 2 supervisors effectively. The other present guy is the NS guy and he slacks all day long and came in late this morning.Anyway, nicely put, the 2 supervisors are supervisors, frankly speaking, they are just the 2 workers of this unit. The only 2 with the knowledge and authorithy to do the formal stuff and things. Well because this unit is small and often neglected by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6810124805667554388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=6810124805667554388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6810124805667554388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6810124805667554388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-only-me-and-my-2-supervisors.html' title='Desolate Office, Sick Workers'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-5245759162333440630</id><published>2008-07-29T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:06:20.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick at work</title><summary type='text'>Today is the second day of bidding and the close bidding period of the first round, round 1A. I have only 2 modules to bid for this round since I have decided to give up the core electives offered this semester. They "fry" the bidding points to high and the vacancies are really too low: about 15% of our cohort only, approx 25 seats for 150 people. Crazy.Today I forgot to bring my hp and I woke up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/5245759162333440630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=5245759162333440630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5245759162333440630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5245759162333440630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick-at-work.html' title='Sick at work'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-6255563376760152239</id><published>2008-07-28T09:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:28:36.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight Back To Work Part I</title><summary type='text'>Today is the 2nd last Monday of work at MHA. Frankly speaking, it is quite nice to work here. And I feel quite accomplished for not resigning before the date I promised. But...I still feel like quitting lah..I like to slack mah. So here I am, slacking in office and awaiting the day I can go off in glory.But my eyes are quite heavy now. I bought an iced coffee but I think I got a stomachache from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6255563376760152239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=6255563376760152239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6255563376760152239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6255563376760152239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-more-weeks-to-end-of-work.html' title='Fight Back To Work Part I'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-4790988492948152950</id><published>2008-07-25T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:13:04.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another mental exercise</title><summary type='text'>In the office now. 4.06pm.I feel very very tired. My head is swimming. I wonder if it is the effect of the strips of office light shining down on me or the idiot air von vent blowing directly down my head. But I think the reason could be I spent another $18 on a SINGLE lunch just now cos the dept is celebrating the farewell for a colleague. My wallet bleeding now. We ate at Ichiban. I admit the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/4790988492948152950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=4790988492948152950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4790988492948152950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4790988492948152950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-mental-exercise.html' title='Another mental exercise'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-1197723310056297919</id><published>2008-07-23T09:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:13:51.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Empty Office</title><summary type='text'>9am in the morning. Raining cats and dogs.Today is the first time it rained when I came to work. Technically, it poured. The hem of my long pants are all wet. While I was on the bus, all I could see was sheets and sheets of water sliding down the windscreen of the bus. The swiper worked hard in its tedious chore.Now that I'm in office, the scenary is even more bleak. There are only 2 of us today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/1197723310056297919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=1197723310056297919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1197723310056297919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1197723310056297919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/07/empty-office.html' title='An Empty Office'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-2056969800113031125</id><published>2008-07-18T14:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:54:41.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Neglected, People Forgotten</title><summary type='text'>Nowadays so sad. Everyday work, go home, feed dog, settle Petedge things and my bf not free to even talk to me or msg me. Very disappointing. I dont remember me ignoring him for one year when I was in school. I dont remember giving him the cold shoulder even during my own exams, which I doubt are less important than his normal day revision. I dont remember ignoring him completely when he needs my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/2056969800113031125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=2056969800113031125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2056969800113031125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2056969800113031125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/07/nowadays-so-sad.html' title='Things Neglected, People Forgotten'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-2249914600581738239</id><published>2008-07-17T09:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:07:10.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy "Haircut"</title><summary type='text'>I cut off the remaining of the top knot on my puppy's head last night. Haiz...It went like this. 1 or 2 weeks ago, while I was tying my dog's hair on her head into the famous Shih Tzu top knot (aka coconut tree), I discovered 4 or 5 matts (small extremely tangled up knots) on her head. I think the reason is I didnt comb her fur properly before tying the knot for her every morning. Haiz..But I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/2249914600581738239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=2249914600581738239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2249914600581738239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2249914600581738239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/07/puppy-haircut.html' title='Puppy &quot;Haircut&quot;'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-6991756001776027265</id><published>2008-07-16T08:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:02:55.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack ah slack!</title><summary type='text'>Yeah yeah yeah!!I'm now slacking in the office. At 9am now, I am the only person in the office! I have it to myself alone muahahah! I dont even need to start work yet can blog hehe.Actually there should be another 2 perms here but they slowly strolled to the canteen 2 mins ago. I managed to get them to buy a teh for me and now I am slacking in office. Dont tell the others, hahahahaha!Whoa shiok..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6991756001776027265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=6991756001776027265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6991756001776027265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6991756001776027265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/07/slack-ah-slack.html' title='Slack ah slack!'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-6097683122279899355</id><published>2008-07-14T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:01:19.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bcos IAS system is down today</title><summary type='text'>Bcos IAS system, the predominant system which my unit and which I am using all the time is down today, I get to slack. SO here I am slacking in office and updating my blog bcos a self-proclaimed :x number 1 fan of my blog complained that I didnt update my blog. So I need to type something and let him read. Hoho..So today's topic is...my sleeve. My black jacket has a zipper each on the cap of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6097683122279899355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=6097683122279899355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6097683122279899355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6097683122279899355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/07/bcos-ias-system-is-down-today.html' title='Bcos IAS system is down today'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-2583035197489911150</id><published>2008-07-04T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:07:39.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th day of July - Another Office Day</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I spent most of my time in office dealing with a shopping spree for pet stuff. I was the organiser and I realised why now that people wont organise it or organise it for very high exchange rates. The process and tabulation is really quite tedious. So people either dont want to organise, or else must earn a marginable profit from it.Anyway, because I love online shopping so much, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/2583035197489911150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=2583035197489911150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2583035197489911150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2583035197489911150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-day-of-july-another-office-day.html' title='4th day of July - Another Office Day'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-8028990328404062213</id><published>2008-07-02T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:05:13.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of July</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I am typing from office again. Somebody just walked pass and gave me a heartattack though. However that person has already handed in her resignation and will go to the private sector in a months's time :xAnyway, I hereby announce that eugene is quite a nice person anyway. He allowed me to rip him off yesterday at yukiyaki. However he lied to me about his quota for the day so I feel like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/8028990328404062213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=8028990328404062213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8028990328404062213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8028990328404062213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/07/2nd-day-of-july.html' title='2nd day of July'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-4424982216814975999</id><published>2008-07-01T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:26:16.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July's First</title><summary type='text'>I went for lunch today with my colleagues after eating tom yam yi mian for the past 2 working days. And I saw 2 items which caught my interest especially much. They revived the desire in me for luxury gifts. One of them is a watch. We went to window shop at The Watch Shop. I saw many watches, some of the designs really made me admire them. I remember wanting to buy one, but my savings didnt quite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/4424982216814975999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=4424982216814975999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4424982216814975999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4424982216814975999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/07/julys-first.html' title='July&apos;s First'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-3032155280512526784</id><published>2008-06-30T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:40:39.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Office Job</title><summary type='text'>Upon calculation, my present salary really is mediocre. I realised I made a mistake in calculation previously. In fact, I am earning lesser than my fellow mates. AND 15% lesser than the other temp who got the job from a job agency. AND the salary is $90 short of my expected salary.True, I'm not here to earn big bucks, but the pay shouldnt make me feel shortchanged. You see, because of this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/3032155280512526784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=3032155280512526784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3032155280512526784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3032155280512526784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-office-job.html' title='My Office Job'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-1851658156231097176</id><published>2008-06-21T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T02:38:18.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11.21pm.Eugene left about 2hours ago. And for the past 2 hours, I managed to clean up the house a little bit while my mum talked on the phone and my sis glued her eyes to the tv. The thing that made me angriest was my dog. Technically she is still a puppy at 7months old (her Barkday is 7 Nov 2007, IF I didnt remember wrongly) but she is displaying all the traits of a usual spoilt DOG. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/1851658156231097176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=1851658156231097176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1851658156231097176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1851658156231097176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/06/11.html' title=''/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-7884248797538431946</id><published>2008-06-08T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:02:02.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Jobless week</title><summary type='text'>Another jobless week, yes another jobless week!All the companies are having fun of me. Recruit Express is the biggest clown and Avenue Employment Services is kind of a joke. The first one seemed to have striked me off the calling list after Day 1 and the latter keep stuffing the job that I dont want under my nose. And one does get sick from snatching toys from a dog or running after them to clean</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/7884248797538431946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=7884248797538431946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7884248797538431946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7884248797538431946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-jobless-week.html' title='Another Jobless week'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-6187171319318723375</id><published>2008-06-04T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:01:05.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely ahh..</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I caught a midnight movie with eugene at cine - Prince Caspian. Rofl. It really is a children's show. The plot is simple and straightforward but the 143 mins was quite exciting except for some people who left the hall and didnt close the door and MALES keep visiting the toilet, their silhouettes keep sifting around like irritating lurking flies waiting to be swat away.Abit lonely abit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6187171319318723375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=6187171319318723375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6187171319318723375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6187171319318723375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/06/lonely-ahh.html' title='Lonely ahh..'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-6425802498319430623</id><published>2008-06-03T22:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:21:22.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pics of my pup</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6425802498319430623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=6425802498319430623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6425802498319430623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6425802498319430623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-pics-of-my-pup.html' title='A few pics of my pup'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTrKwqjlTDw/SEVTUnig3_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/QKzvdiba1Tw/s72-c/Photo-0172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-4384685363329550466</id><published>2008-06-02T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:16:30.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a little June summer post</title><summary type='text'>Well, yes, it is June.Normally this time would be the happiest time of my year. Like, say, 2 years back. When I am in normal school thats it.Now, it is, hmm...vaguely put, rather busy. Not to say that I was not busy during term time. But now that it is holiday, I am still busy. Probably the others are the same. All my beloved friends are on temp jobs. Me...I decided to opt for something new and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/4384685363329550466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=4384685363329550466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4384685363329550466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4384685363329550466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-for-little-june-summer-post.html' title='Time for a little June summer post'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTrKwqjlTDw/SELYKXig34I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ublN473ybqg/s72-c/Photo-0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-2934825242293233058</id><published>2008-05-11T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:33:18.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我们不明白对方</title><summary type='text'>我自认给了他很多机会，也尽可能改善自己来迁就他。不过我认为，我一切的努力，的用心，他都视若无睹。这些都是我的假设，可能在读这篇的你觉得我偏激。这里都是我，我，我。那他呢？事实上，写这篇的时候，我也在流泪。问题不是一朝一夕产生的。我尝试用很多方法解决。不论是正面，侧面，甚至负面，过了这么久，问题依然存在。从我的角度，问题在于他，不过我也曾想过这当中也有我的因素。所以我也有尽量迁就，忍气吞声。我的牺牲，我的担忧，我肉体上的迁就，所给的，我精神上的困扰，的起起落落。。已经不是第一次想要用分离的方法解决问题。我是真的累了。我无法继续付出却得不到收获。我所反映给他的，我得不到具体的答案。问题一次又一次地重复。我很沮丧，内心也像被一片片地被剥夺，被取走。我知道事情总有一天会一触即发。可能今天就是吧。也许他也还不知道事情之所以演变成今天是什么原因，一味的认为是因为昨晚所发生的事。不过，不是。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/2934825242293233058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=2934825242293233058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2934825242293233058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2934825242293233058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='我们不明白对方'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-8983101514977830647</id><published>2008-05-07T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:29:51.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, exams were over yesterday at 3pm officially.Indeed I felt a sense of julibee. Listen, felt. I'm not sure why the feeling of euphoria didnt linger. Nor did I feel extremely released and after being fred from the exams. Probably because I have to interview for office work which would bind me from 9 to 6 EXCLUDING transport time. And probably because my dog boarding business is so good I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/8983101514977830647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=8983101514977830647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8983101514977830647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8983101514977830647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-453307531295185451</id><published>2008-05-06T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T03:46:24.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni Lingo</title><summary type='text'>And it's abit funny. When I read the blogs of fellow friends in uni. They have weird and sophiscated and suspiciously professional looking lingo for uni stuff.What do I have?Env Science for Buildings aka Env SciIT for projects aka ITPrinciples of Econs aka EconsStruggle for Modern China aka hist.Politics in Southeast Asia aka PoliticsAll perfectlt understandable hor? Haiz..what am I doing in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/453307531295185451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=453307531295185451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/453307531295185451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/453307531295185451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/05/uni-lingo.html' title='Uni Lingo'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-5843424669901154843</id><published>2008-05-06T03:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T03:39:54.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight</title><summary type='text'>5h more to the last paper and I am surfing the net and becoming more depressed and desperate and anxious and wanna explode from inside out.Why? Because I am such ill prepared! Admit it. Uni for me is a total flop. I cant concentrate enough to study. Whats my life getting into? I am wasting every bit of time and money invested in uni la. I dunno why but I cant study! Is it a personality problem or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/5843424669901154843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=5843424669901154843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5843424669901154843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5843424669901154843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/05/midnight.html' title='Midnight'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-1829105433286067914</id><published>2008-05-05T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:15:44.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel's Pooch House (Yvonne's Bobby and Gigi)</title><summary type='text'>It has been terribly hard to reject some of the boarders, especially since our family like the dogs and the owner was very satisfied with our service. The dogs were a dear to have with and Gigi was extremely cute. Bobby although old but mum was quite surprised and actually happy to see a small goat (she has never seen a white poodle) walking round our house.Haiz...it is hard to turn someone like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/1829105433286067914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=1829105433286067914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1829105433286067914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1829105433286067914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-has-been-terribly-hard-to-reject.html' title='Rachel&apos;s Pooch House (Yvonne&apos;s Bobby and Gigi)'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-5436213259189698007</id><published>2008-04-22T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:39:07.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disappointing Happy Dream</title><summary type='text'>I had a beautiful dream last night.I dreamt that I was on a holiday with...some people...to China. Halfway into the trip, I bypassed them and went to find a somebody, the bosom friend, a man of light. Two years I have lost touch with him, yet now the thought of sneaking away from the team to meet him, thrills me as much as I have just chance upon a blossoming bud.I found out the way, from some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/5436213259189698007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=5436213259189698007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5436213259189698007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5436213259189698007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-had-beautiful-dream-last-night.html' title='The Disappointing Happy Dream'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-4034979315453477000</id><published>2008-04-03T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:37:42.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid-freaking-bad-luck-against-me DAY</title><summary type='text'>Just when I was about to set my head right and put my heart into doing something academic and purposeful, I have to find out that my luck is so freaking freaking bad!Armed with determination, I went to the library during my in between lesson break today to photocopy history notes borrowed from zu zong. However, when I was about to insert my cash card into the photocopy machine, I realize that, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/4034979315453477000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=4034979315453477000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4034979315453477000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4034979315453477000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/04/stupid-freaking-bad-luck-against-me-day.html' title='stupid-freaking-bad-luck-against-me DAY'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-785426323635370730</id><published>2008-03-27T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:27:09.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Affairs of the heart</title><summary type='text'>Today, on msn, an old friend asked me a very old question. This question compelled me to make this post even though all the datelines are pressing me at the moment.She asked, "what do u look out for in relationships? .......i mean the ONE"I think it is the most asked question in women, young or old. When I was younger and more romantic and more idealistic, I had alot of thoughts and dreams on it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/785426323635370730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=785426323635370730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/785426323635370730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/785426323635370730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/03/affairs-of-heart.html' title='Affairs of the heart'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-7232964824317297905</id><published>2008-03-25T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:34:41.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duedate Article</title><summary type='text'>Due date due date, everything is due date. So vexing!!!Sian ah! Borrowed 7 books for history, due on 27th and 28th, now is 25th, I havent finish half of them!! GRRRRR........and the history research essay is due on 1 April, due date due date die date la!!And it is not the only due date I have to deal with lor.Polictics cross article comparison essay 3000 words, due date on dunno 7 or 11 April la!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/7232964824317297905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=7232964824317297905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7232964824317297905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7232964824317297905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/03/due-date-due-date-everything-is-due.html' title='The Duedate Article'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-6748520899539727161</id><published>2008-03-14T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:35:36.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again the weightiness on the heart</title><summary type='text'>Kind of heavily depressed today. I guess anyone would feel that way if you are relying on someone for comfort and relief but that someone ignores you. Even when the ignoring is deliberate or explainable, the damage is done. Soon it will escalate into something worse. It will store and build up in your heart, one day, when you least notice it, you have already built up so much grievance that you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6748520899539727161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=6748520899539727161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6748520899539727161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6748520899539727161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/03/kind-of-heavily-depressed-today.html' title='Again the weightiness on the heart'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-5632267362022399592</id><published>2008-03-13T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:44:21.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been raining and raining for the past few days. As I was going home this evening, it was pouring like nobody's business. I was simply thinking....is the dirty rainwater seeping through the soil and dirtying my baby guinea pig's body? How would he feel? I feel so bad...I cant even protect his body..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/5632267362022399592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=5632267362022399592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5632267362022399592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5632267362022399592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-has-been-raining-and-raining-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-3925946029958825335</id><published>2008-03-11T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:07:02.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of my Bubu</title><summary type='text'>I thought of him last night in bed. I sang and sang and all I remembered was him. I started crying thinking where he would be now, and where he is burried now...in the towel that I used to carry him each time. Is he living well on the other side of the bridge? Is he eating well? Is he scared? Is he lonely? Is he exploring? Is he happy? Where is he now? Maybe he found mushi and yixiaoli who died </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/3925946029958825335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=3925946029958825335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3925946029958825335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3925946029958825335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-of-my-bubu.html' title='Death of my Bubu'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-1945844482869443293</id><published>2008-03-01T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:22:38.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post of March</title><summary type='text'>Just craving, for your attention. Yet now, the only time I can sense you and see you, is only in my dreams.Last night, I dreamt of you again. Yet even in my dreams, I felt your anger, your displeasure. But in my dreams, I felt your sight. In reality, I felt your wrath.Your touch is a thousand miles away. Your smile is not even in a dream's place. Your voice is so distant. You asked if I remember </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/1945844482869443293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=1945844482869443293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1945844482869443293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1945844482869443293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-craving-for-your-attention.html' title='1st post of March'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-5723466152792462750</id><published>2008-02-25T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:14:26.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am upset, I really am upset. I try to teach my 2 months + puppy to behave but I really fail. I really am sad because I really do want to teach her. But how? What is the best way? It seems she is getting from bad to worse and refusing to listen to me. I really have no no no choice but to hit her when she does things like overthrowing the dustbin, biting my bags, biting my ankles biting my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/5723466152792462750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=5723466152792462750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5723466152792462750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5723466152792462750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-upset-i-really-am-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-6662900294013146168</id><published>2008-02-24T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:51:11.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sunday night</title><summary type='text'>I try to ignore the pain of waiting for you to reply my msg. I know your shift ends at 8plus. I msg u at 9 plus. The time now is 10 plus, yet no word from you.I have no wish to put more presure on you. For you, I try to be understanding. I try to be gentle, I try to compromise. Think of the past, I used to be more wilful, yet I feel I was more loved. What has changed?I told you the pup bit me. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6662900294013146168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=6662900294013146168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6662900294013146168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6662900294013146168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-night.html' title='the sunday night'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-2823122854003348641</id><published>2008-02-17T04:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T04:26:21.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I am suffering from a headache. Slept for quite some time. Woke up sweating. Did my finances...think I didnt make money at the bazaar. So sian and couldnt reach my partner cos I called her hp and she didnt answer. Called thrice and in the end I gave up. I left my hp at old duck's place...so...abit sian also.My guinea pug's feet are really quite sad, haiz. I am at my wit end's to caring for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/2823122854003348641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=2823122854003348641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2823122854003348641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2823122854003348641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-i-am-suffering-from-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-5850954437225038076</id><published>2008-02-12T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:20:13.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad night</title><summary type='text'>Do until in the middle of the night also nobody help me. Sian, so sad. Can't even have people lending me a small little tiny hand. Already stress until peak liao, havent even sleep properly in the last 24h. You think work 12h shift very tired. At least you treading in known waters, doing routine stuff with like 0% risk. I am slogging by myself, cracking my skull apart to do this business prepare </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/5850954437225038076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=5850954437225038076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5850954437225038076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5850954437225038076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/02/sad-night.html' title='Sad night'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-2954512635916522345</id><published>2008-01-31T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T00:46:42.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12.20am.I am writing this post because I have been crying to myself for the last 20mins. I cannot get to sleep though I know I have a 10am lesson tomorrow. I cannot help but cry and think of what happened with us, what happened today, what happened these few days.I had so many things to share with you, so many things I want to discuss with you, so much eventful things I want to share with you, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/2954512635916522345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=2954512635916522345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2954512635916522345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2954512635916522345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/01/12.html' title=''/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-3322362196575889646</id><published>2008-01-23T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:01:50.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new old day</title><summary type='text'>Uni life for me this sem is so slack sia!! I think I wasted money by buying the $52 bus concession. This week I think I only go to school once. Monday no need to go cos no lessons. Then yesterday, Tuesday, I didnt go for the single Environmental Science lecture also because my eyes too swollen and I feeling super down. Then today when I am all geared up to go econs lecture, QM and Jar msg me to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/3322362196575889646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=3322362196575889646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3322362196575889646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3322362196575889646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-old-day.html' title='A new old day'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-4950097525635650713</id><published>2008-01-22T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:42:55.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4.20pm 22JanI still feel so hurt and upset. My eyes so swollen. The things he said yesterday...the tone he used against me...and still he hasnt done anything to pacify me. I feel so dead.I am hurt and heartbroken. I feel as if I dont know him anymore. He feels so foreign to me. The things he say doesnt seem to touch me anymore. Yet I am scared. When he wakes up, what will he do? If he doesnt do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/4950097525635650713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=4950097525635650713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4950097525635650713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4950097525635650713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/01/4.html' title=''/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-3495378639749419795</id><published>2008-01-22T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:44:24.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><summary type='text'>I do not know how to start this post. Even as I type and try to put what happened and what I feel into words, I still have an urge to cry. I should say, the whole thing started from yesterday morning, Monday.I received a msg frm him the previous night that he had to work a night shift again on Monday. I was upset. We hadnt seen each other for days and thought Monday we can finally meet up. Both </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/3495378639749419795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=3495378639749419795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3495378639749419795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3495378639749419795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-3421032602913534971</id><published>2008-01-19T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T15:03:39.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest news</title><summary type='text'>Lately I have taken back to reading the newspapers. A habit that I have kicked since I passed GP. However the SS module which I am taking now, Politics in South East Asia, requires me to read newspapers on a daily basis and create a scrapbook. On top of that I have to take news from at least 6 different sources, so I guess I will frequent newspaper stands and online journals and magazines. Ok, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/3421032602913534971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=3421032602913534971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3421032602913534971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3421032602913534971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/01/happiest-news.html' title='Happiest news'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-3611058265832630442</id><published>2008-01-15T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:38:06.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school, Part I (before)</title><summary type='text'>The time now is 11.26am. Having just woke up, I am obviously feeling quite disoriented because I had some problems logging into my own blog just now. I was simply stuck at the login page and trying odd and different variations of email and password with the feeling of vagueness. Finally I hit jackpot and was directed here...Today is the first day of school for me officially, which is the reason </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/3611058265832630442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=3611058265832630442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3611058265832630442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3611058265832630442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-school-part-i-before.html' title='First day of school, Part I (before)'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-8707023324992418948</id><published>2008-01-12T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T17:31:59.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID SCHOOL</title><summary type='text'>This is obviously the suckiest bidding and the stupidest problem I have met with in my education. Really can make a person cry. Went through so many modules and none can fit into both mine and fm’s module and bid successfully liao still can email me and say sorry got confusion so you have to bid again. After so many rounds of bidding closed! Forcing me into a corner! Already gave up a SS module </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/8707023324992418948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=8707023324992418948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8707023324992418948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8707023324992418948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/01/stupid-school.html' title='STUPID SCHOOL'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-2576705492624675171</id><published>2008-01-07T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:09:39.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School reopening soon- nearing the end of the holidays</title><summary type='text'>It is the tedious yet anxious period of modules bidding again. Yet one of the most difficult part of the process is to choose what modules to bid. You not only have to consider your interest in it, but also the bidding history of the particular module and often you have to hold yourself back becuase you of your ridiculously little bidding points in the general account. All my 3 core modules were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/2576705492624675171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=2576705492624675171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2576705492624675171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2576705492624675171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-reopening-soon-nearing-end-of.html' title='School reopening soon- nearing the end of the holidays'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-3432536262555579737</id><published>2008-01-03T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:14:07.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2008</title><summary type='text'>The commencement of 2008 was spent in the company of 5 great friends for me this year. Though to say the truth, I think there was less countdown spirit and more gambling spirit, rolf. Nevertheless it was an enjyable gathering as these outings always are, except for a little misfortune that came in DJ's way in the form of 'guard duty'. A pitiful way to spend the passing of a year to another and it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/3432536262555579737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=3432536262555579737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3432536262555579737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/3432536262555579737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-2008.html' title='New Year 2008'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-8533445607404914338</id><published>2007-12-15T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:59:55.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December post</title><summary type='text'>Time for a little december post. I am driven by a few factors to post on my blog. It is active you know, but sometimes my brain isnt, so I dont write. However it is raining now and I just logged out of game feeling a bit bored and down, and my scalp itches a bit, so here I am blogging and grumbling abit.The december weather has been wet and cold and coupled by the fact that I feel abit bored </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/8533445607404914338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=8533445607404914338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8533445607404914338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8533445607404914338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-post.html' title='December post'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-1123523791600087447</id><published>2007-11-08T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:03:16.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I break the ice. It is holiday today afterall...</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever went through a day when you wander around aimlessly, with nothing in mind to do? But in fact you have a dozen tasks at hand, although at the moment of time, the idea of completing these tasks seem so far and vague and when your sense of responsibilty kicks in and you start to feel that you need to complete these work, you feel suffocated. You feel irritated and you feel like you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/1123523791600087447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=1123523791600087447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1123523791600087447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1123523791600087447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-i-break-ice-it-is-holiday-today.html' title='Finally I break the ice. It is holiday today afterall...'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-2217621685316814004</id><published>2007-08-12T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:46:57.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>microlight flying 12 aug 2007</title><summary type='text'>14 of us. pilot domingo and club president justin in the plane. it was wonderful. but the flight was too stable and comfortable. met tiffany (the one in I luv NY tee) a crazy enthusiast like me who despite having no friends with same interest, signed up alone. asked her jus now. didnt decide to go for sky diving this september, cos we already made up our minds yesterday. wahaha. same thinking. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/2217621685316814004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=2217621685316814004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2217621685316814004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/2217621685316814004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/08/microlight-flying-12-aug-2007.html' title='microlight flying 12 aug 2007'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_MTrKwqjlTDw/Rr6NtclF84I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ttd4ymUZ5j8/s72-c/MicroLight+Flying+12+Aug+07+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-529563596817644938</id><published>2007-08-10T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:33:39.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going microlight flying this sunday morning! All the way to malaysia! It is the first activity of the flight and space interest group this year! I'm so excited! There are only us 16 fellow flyers in NUS (are we that unpopular? =.=) and none of my close girl friends could be persuaded to join me. Haiz...have to go alone. Hope I'll still enjoy it anyway.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/529563596817644938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=529563596817644938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/529563596817644938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/529563596817644938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-going-microlight-flying-this-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-4535671115286756781</id><published>2007-07-30T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:10:55.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>manqeu beaucoup</title><summary type='text'>Cant say I agree very much with the love AJ part...but I do love us.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/4535671115286756781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=4535671115286756781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4535671115286756781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4535671115286756781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/07/manqeu-beaucoup.html' title='manqeu beaucoup'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MTrKwqjlTDw/Rq3_Q8lF83I/AAAAAAAAAAM/63qqDqtooW0/s72-c/neoprint2_15Nov06_Bugis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-5540243949156002215</id><published>2007-07-03T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:48:42.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a regular frustrated holiDAY...</title><summary type='text'>I spent 6hours on writing today. I think I used up my inspiration for they day bcos I cant squeeze anything out from my mind already. Once I start backspacing whatever I type, I know it is time to take a break until my next brainwave comes.I tried to speedtype just now. My fingers cant type as fast as I think, meaning by the time I type finish the first phrase, I forget what were the original </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/5540243949156002215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=5540243949156002215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5540243949156002215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5540243949156002215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-regular-frustrated-holiday.html' title='On a regular frustrated holiDAY...'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-1505922713718240418</id><published>2007-06-30T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:45:08.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In Rose</title><summary type='text'>Once in a while, I'll regret about certain outcomes in life. I thought I did train up my thinking a bit to resist, thinking backwards.  Nevertheless, happenings that one never anticipated, news that one didnt expect, still penetrates the folds of defence one built up over years of experience.Today, I finally stepped out of my house. Weijing came over in the morning and (while busy telling me what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/1505922713718240418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=1505922713718240418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1505922713718240418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1505922713718240418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-in-rose.html' title='Life In Rose'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-6966042200205063012</id><published>2007-06-29T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:43:59.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most interesting parts of June</title><summary type='text'>Well, it is always easier to start with an anecdote:Think it was monday when I met up with ah min to collect the aj cert. The place was more crowded than what I had expected. Of course, I had failed to calculate the factor called common tests.I wanted very very much to eat the char kway teow! I could even feel it in my mouth... Too bad, the whole canteen was filled with people, mugging. The sight</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6966042200205063012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=6966042200205063012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6966042200205063012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/6966042200205063012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/06/month-of-june-report.html' title='The most interesting parts of June'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-7817146900777019669</id><published>2007-05-27T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:47:23.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vroom, vroom. Random Report on my life.</title><summary type='text'>Mixing around with my clique of friends sent me into a spate of well, chatter. (Rmbr my paragraph on power of suggestion? Now I'm really 'suggested'.)Starting with today ba...Today, I finally went out with those bunch of guys! Namely, Seok, WJ and WJ, Kry, min ah min and yewling. Okies, haha, they should be really glad cos I missed the previous 2 outings and they missed me =x As usual, I was up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/7817146900777019669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=7817146900777019669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7817146900777019669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7817146900777019669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/05/vroom-vroom-random-report-on-my-life.html' title='Vroom, vroom. Random Report on my life.'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-1234914851242520137</id><published>2007-05-26T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:00:21.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 May 2007</title><summary type='text'>Recently, or should I say, for the past 2 weeks, I have re-logged in to my FWO account. This game took up a huge part of my life 'bout 4-5 years ago when I was very much addicted to it.I have quitted 2 years ago. Now that I'm back, I tried to look at the life that I have used to lead.Most of my old friends have left the game. But they're still very much alive, thank you very much. However, when I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/1234914851242520137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=1234914851242520137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1234914851242520137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/1234914851242520137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/05/26-may-2007.html' title='26 May 2007'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-4426182767874675525</id><published>2007-05-24T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:37:30.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you got to say, you got to say.</title><summary type='text'>Colours mean a great deal to people, yup? I just visited the blogs of some of my old classmates and I realised that most of their blogs have very very dark backgrounds. Which actually is quite soothing to the eye. It makes reading easier. Except that the font is often way too colourful and often surprisingly small. My blog has a white background, which makes it a little boring, a little too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/4426182767874675525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=4426182767874675525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4426182767874675525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4426182767874675525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-you-got-to-say-you-got-to-say.html' title='When you got to say, you got to say.'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-8325700579254845027</id><published>2007-05-24T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:45:26.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>事后感言拼盘</title><summary type='text'>人生不如意事真的是十之八九呀！最近我的时运特别的低。挫败感特别‘旺盛’。不知道那些坏消息是不是朋友，全部相约好同一时间来拜访我。突然间这么多不速之客，简直搞得我心情一度陷入谷底。那你一定很好奇是什么事弄得我心烦意乱，甚至丧失信心。其实不就是成绩哩。。。首 先，几个月前成绩的放榜使我自觉是个失败的学生。再来，某大学拒绝了我的申请。再来考什么SAT，拿的分数又不符合某大学，的那个科系的那个入学标准。 加起来，简直令人想哭。分明是在炮轰我，在打击我！把我变成了一无是处。眼 见身边好友同学各个成绩优越，那可真是雪上加霜。成绩差强人意的我，不知不觉要靠边站。至于选科什么的，什么大好前程，全部和我 扯不上关系。我为我渺茫的前途感到沮丧，感到彷徨无助。似乎是昔日的戏言，今朝全到眼前来。当然，再此并非戏言身后事，而是戏言无法当上大医生大律师什么 的。这个人要面子树要皮。我死鸭子嘴硬，说不在意。其实，</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/8325700579254845027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=8325700579254845027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8325700579254845027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/8325700579254845027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/05/sat.html' title='事后感言拼盘'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-4146268010387034050</id><published>2007-03-12T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:09:43.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office life</title><summary type='text'>So far, the relieft teaching job at WSSS is the best job I've had. Although the turn out rate for relief teacher is high, I feel that I can last till August.Some shortcomings of this job include, backache, legache, toothache, stomachache and headache.You see, if we're not teaching, we're sitting. But thats better than the regular office job. Bcos for a regular office job, if you're not sitting, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/4146268010387034050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=4146268010387034050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4146268010387034050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/4146268010387034050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/03/office-life.html' title='Office life'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-5035610593816901377</id><published>2007-03-12T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:52:23.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we speak of army II</title><summary type='text'>今天我们进军了从今以后长大了不逍遥，真难搞。...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/5035610593816901377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=5035610593816901377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5035610593816901377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/5035610593816901377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-we-speak-of-army-ii.html' title='When we speak of army II'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-7772504984487230652</id><published>2007-03-12T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:42:12.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we speak of army</title><summary type='text'>Army sgt says," I'm really tough."Recruit D asks,"Ok sgt, how tough are you?"Army sgt says,"1st I dont tolerate weaklings."Recruit D snorts.Recruit M says,"Rubbish. What kind of ans did u give? My friend asked u how tough you are."Army sgt says,"I'm as tough as steel."Recruit M snorts.Recruit W ponders and start to feel scared.Recruit D snorts and asks,"Ok what other things you want to add?"Amy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/7772504984487230652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=7772504984487230652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7772504984487230652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/7772504984487230652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-we-speak-of-army.html' title='When we speak of army'/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498150.post-116936702633039446</id><published>2007-01-21T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:11:50.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These 2 months, I've been leading life like a...loafer. =)Honestly, I couldn't bear holding the same job for a prolonged period of time. I have been a sales assistant, waitress and private tutor. Life has been hard, especially when it comes to money. I can't help but worry for myself, what if I spend all my life like this? Gulps. The thought is hard to bear. However, at least I'm not tied down by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/feeds/116936702633039446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7498150&amp;postID=116936702633039446' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/116936702633039446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498150/posts/default/116936702633039446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourbumbum.blogspot.com/2007/01/these-2-months-ive-been-leading-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Krustora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09199758047153996003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
