<?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-5616880</id><updated>2012-01-27T16:32:25.823+08:00</updated><category term='useful tips'/><category term='memorable'/><category term='inspired'/><category term='~food~'/><category term='fyi&apos;s'/><category term='food science n tech'/><category term='nice songs'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Just a blog</title><subtitle type='html'>It has been my observation that most people get ahead during the time that others waste. --Henry Ford</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>744</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-8880130876545878124</id><published>2012-01-27T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:32:25.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I cannot do business</title><summary type='text'>I don't have the heart to try to make a profit out of people directly. To put my money somewhere - in an established company where it grows and the stock price goes up, or in a property where the value goes up because of market movements - sure. But to sell a service - be it education or whatever that people need and to charge them for it? I realise I can't bring myself to do it.

This is such a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/8880130876545878124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=8880130876545878124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8880130876545878124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8880130876545878124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-i-cannot-do-business.html' title='Why I cannot do business'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-536636654802795466</id><published>2012-01-02T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:52:34.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of goals and "talents" in life</title><summary type='text'>recently, i have been very troubled by the issue of my goal in life again.. especially after the finance class conducted by wl, i questioned myself what my goal is in life, which i felt was necessary before i started thinking about setting financial goals.

on the very last night of 2011, i was blessed to have a's mom's good friend uncle s share this: you never know if you will die tmr, yes you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/536636654802795466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=536636654802795466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/536636654802795466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/536636654802795466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-goals-and-talents-in-life.html' title='of goals and &quot;talents&quot; in life'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-7484701339840848681</id><published>2011-12-28T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:48:42.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stumbling on Happiness" by Daniel Gilbert</title><summary type='text'>some of the most important points of this book: 1) We often exaggerate in imagining the long- term emotional effects certain events will have on us. 2) Most of us tend to have a basic level of happiness which we revert to eventually. 3) People generally err in imagining what will make them happy. 4) People tend to find ways of rationalizing unhappy outcomes so as to make them more acceptable to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/7484701339840848681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=7484701339840848681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/7484701339840848681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/7484701339840848681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/12/stumbling-on-happiness-by-daniel.html' title='&quot;Stumbling on Happiness&quot; by Daniel Gilbert'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-6490063687071052354</id><published>2011-12-26T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:51:32.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011 (: [im glad i see changes in myself]</title><summary type='text'>yesterday, exactly two years after I first attended Shineforth service, Christmas service, was a good Christmas day. first thing after i woke up, i took the two little presents i had prepared for my family, and went hunting around for how to put them such that they would definitely be seen but not accidentally damaged - like if i were to leave them on the floor outside the bedrooms. thank God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/6490063687071052354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=6490063687071052354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6490063687071052354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6490063687071052354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011-im-glad-i-see-changes-in.html' title='Christmas 2011 (: [im glad i see changes in myself]'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-4177126967675570159</id><published>2011-11-27T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:03:11.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how great our moms are</title><summary type='text'>i think many of us don't appreciate how great our moms are. we get too blinded by the little disagreements or arguments we have with them, and take their strengths and what they do for us for granted. Simply because they have been doing those things for us the past years, we don't realise how so much they have sacrificed for us, we don't realise how so much they love us, we don't appreciate all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/4177126967675570159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=4177126967675570159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4177126967675570159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4177126967675570159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-great-our-moms-are.html' title='how great our moms are'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-442601403161884229</id><published>2011-11-25T09:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:52:53.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“因为感谢ahma养育之恩。。”</title><summary type='text'>我妈刚到ahma之前了一阵子后出来，泪流满面，爱问为何的我说道:　“为什么你哭？”

“因为感谢ahma养育之恩。。”

听了那么简单的一句话，泪水也从我眼角流出。。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/442601403161884229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=442601403161884229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/442601403161884229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/442601403161884229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/11/ahma.html' title='“因为感谢ahma养育之恩。。”'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-4137787018883931022</id><published>2011-11-24T07:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T10:03:39.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our town council has a good system in place</title><summary type='text'>I'm impressed that the Town Council cleaners are taught to clear the rubbish for wakes. I was sitting here at my grandma's void deck on my work laptop at 6plus in the morning and the cleaners came by sweeping the floor and one started to near the table of stash of peanuts sweets melon seeds and other essentials like tissue paper etc. My suspicions were arisen but he just fiddled with the bag of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/4137787018883931022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=4137787018883931022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4137787018883931022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4137787018883931022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-town-council-has-good-system-in.html' title='our town council has a good system in place'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-6944012383426374822</id><published>2011-11-21T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:52:16.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CPF account login</title><summary type='text'>Your last login as a member was on 10 Jul 2007 at 11:59 PM (Singapore Time).

haha a random post. im doing homework for the finance course weilin has started and logged in to my CPF account to check and this was something from there.

so long ago!!! lol.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/6944012383426374822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=6944012383426374822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6944012383426374822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6944012383426374822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/11/cpf-account-login.html' title='CPF account login'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-9059963844085090643</id><published>2011-11-14T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:27:25.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of lessons in life caring for grandma</title><summary type='text'>This past week my parents have been away in China so the responsibility of taking care of my grandma has fallen into me and my brother's hands. He's in charge of the mornings (medication and breakfast/lunch), where I am out to work early, and I'm in charge of the nights (medication, dinner and taking out the trash), where he is still not yet home from work late.

There amount of food I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/9059963844085090643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=9059963844085090643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/9059963844085090643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/9059963844085090643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/11/week-of-lessons-in-life-caring-for.html' title='A week of lessons in life caring for grandma'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-4917521645965667152</id><published>2011-11-14T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T00:14:11.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Jobs to Have Had by Age Thirty</title><summary type='text'>

A Job Totally Unrelated to Your Career Goals



Millions of twentysomethings have “day jobs” while they’re getting college degrees or engaging in other creative pursuits. It’s one thing to wait tables at night and go on auditions during the day, but it’s another thing to work a full-time job doing something you’re completely uninterested in. Even though you may feel that these jobs have nothing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/4917521645965667152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=4917521645965667152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4917521645965667152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4917521645965667152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/11/6-jobs-to-have-had-by-age-thirty.html' title='6 Jobs to Have Had by Age Thirty'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-1023122981995839394</id><published>2011-11-07T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T00:30:17.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disillusioned? i wanted to title this disillusioned. but i wasn't sure what it meant.

i really don't know what to do with my life. weilin said - set goals. set goals and you know know what you want and what to strive towards. i feel so lost with all my inadequacies. extreme inadequacies. i know rely on Him and He will make our paths right. head knowledge. heart knowledge. i think i miss GDIC. so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/1023122981995839394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=1023122981995839394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1023122981995839394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1023122981995839394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/11/disillusioned-i-wanted-to-title-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-1421698541730326506</id><published>2011-11-05T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:37:12.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Steel quote</title><summary type='text'>
Max Kenton: So what do we do?
Charlie Kenton: We fight smart, be patient and pray. Seriously, pray!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/1421698541730326506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=1421698541730326506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1421698541730326506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1421698541730326506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/11/real-steel-quote.html' title='Real Steel quote'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-5556214733410208057</id><published>2011-10-28T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:54:32.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine appointments</title><summary type='text'>haha this odb entry came quite timely. when my dear friend was so frustrated about being stuck in the traffic..



Have you ever been stuck in an airport? For 24 hours? In a city where you can’t speak the language? Four thousand miles from home?

It happened to a friend recently, and we can learn from his response. While most of us would find such an inconvenience intolerable, my friend John saw </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/5556214733410208057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=5556214733410208057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5556214733410208057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5556214733410208057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/10/divine-appointments.html' title='Divine appointments'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-5283669902732322053</id><published>2011-10-24T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:53:11.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston Legal</title><summary type='text'>yay i finally have a drama show that so satisfies my screen entertainment needs :D

and there's even a prequel to it.
The Practice</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/5283669902732322053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=5283669902732322053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5283669902732322053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5283669902732322053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/10/boston-legal.html' title='Boston Legal'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-2523953693663770054</id><published>2011-10-19T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:44:19.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><summary type='text'>Dear Lord,

Thank you for how you've blessed our GDIC class so much. For Abigail finally getting a job offer today, and such a good post at Lions Befrienders. For Ros' parents' reconciliation last week. For Sj gaining profile with her big boss at work. For Ky's promotion. For my faith in You.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/2523953693663770054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=2523953693663770054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2523953693663770054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2523953693663770054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-2922312248491706295</id><published>2011-10-18T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:30:11.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character At Play</title><summary type='text'>

A college football coach in the Bronx (New York) built his team around good character qualities. Instead of displaying their names on the back of their jerseys, the Maritime College players displayed words like family, respect, accountability, and character.Before each game, coach Clayton Kendrick-Holmes reminded his team to play by those principles on the field.

The apostle Peter had his own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/2922312248491706295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=2922312248491706295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2922312248491706295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2922312248491706295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/10/character-at-play.html' title='Character At Play'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-9042932737248977665</id><published>2011-10-11T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T22:45:52.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between having prayed and having not; having a voice</title><summary type='text'>I was reaching the point of helplessness having to release dozens of SOPLs by today yet getting errors since yesterday for the access query I had to run.. It took at least an hour to run (previous weeks after waiting that long the report is generated) and in the end I was met with an error! Asked my mentor and he still had problems from before and the other new colleague faced the same error </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/9042932737248977665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=9042932737248977665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/9042932737248977665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/9042932737248977665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/10/difference-between-having-prayed-and.html' title='The difference between having prayed and having not; having a voice'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-1495254333761287611</id><published>2011-09-28T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:06:14.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>odb: The Tales Of Two Sticks</title><summary type='text'>another good odb entry (:



Conventional wisdom questions how much can be accomplished with little. We tend to believe that a lot more can be done if we have large financial resources, talented manpower, and innovative ideas. But these things don’t matter to God. Consider just a couple of examples:

In Judges 3:31, a relatively unknown man named Shamgar delivered Israel from the Philistines </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/1495254333761287611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=1495254333761287611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1495254333761287611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1495254333761287611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/09/odb-tales-of-two-sticks.html' title='odb: The Tales Of Two Sticks'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-5920474165890693840</id><published>2011-09-24T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T21:07:15.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socialize on the move</title><summary type='text'>



Next time a friend suggests meeting for lunch, dinner or drinks, counter with an active invitation. How about joining you for a yoga class or a quick walk around the lake? Instead of spending time on the phone or emailing back and forth, suggest that you catch up on the latest news over a leisurely bike ride, or bond by trying an athletic pursuit, like indoor climbing, that neither of you has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/5920474165890693840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=5920474165890693840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5920474165890693840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5920474165890693840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/09/socialize-on-move.html' title='Socialize on the move'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-3750692882088023834</id><published>2011-09-17T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T10:19:07.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Your Cravings Mean</title><summary type='text'>Before you satisfy cravings, drink a tall glass of pure water. Quite often we misinterpret our body’s signal for thirst as a signal of hunger.

Salty Foods

Cravings for salty foods like popcorn or chips often indicate stress hormone fluctuations in the body. Getting on top of the stress in your life is step one. The adrenal glands help your body cope with stress and, in our fast-paced, hectic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/3750692882088023834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=3750692882088023834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3750692882088023834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3750692882088023834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-your-cravings-mean.html' title='What Your Cravings Mean'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-4749778685568585216</id><published>2011-09-14T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T22:54:57.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want to be someone who truly “rises up,” make it your ambition to humbly love and serve God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength.</title><summary type='text'>mmm today's odb is very appropriate in light of me having just started work...





“Lacks ambition.” That is not a phrase you want to see on your performance review. When it comes to work, employees who lack ambition seldom rise to the top of an organization. Without a strong desire to achieve something, nothing is accomplished. Ambition, however, has a dark side. It often has more to do with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/4749778685568585216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=4749778685568585216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4749778685568585216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4749778685568585216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-want-to-be-someone-who-truly.html' title='If you want to be someone who truly “rises up,” make it your ambition to humbly love and serve God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength.'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-8591129228977178849</id><published>2011-09-14T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:32:40.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do i want my life to be?</title><summary type='text'>Whether we realize it or not, the vast majority of us are following the same road. What troubles me is that a great percentage of people are average and don’t live fulfilling nor interesting lives. Where is the road that you’re on leading you?Have the people that followed the road before you acheived a great deal of success? Are their lives full of happiness, fulfillment, and excitement. Or do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/8591129228977178849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=8591129228977178849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8591129228977178849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8591129228977178849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-do-i-want-my-life-to-be.html' title='how do i want my life to be?'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-6793537067446083934</id><published>2011-09-11T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:11:03.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t spend your time - invest it.</title><summary type='text'>The relentless ticking of the clock reminds us that our time on earth is limited. Despite the joys and pains of life, time always marches on. For the believer, our time on earth is an opportunity for gaining wisdom. The psalmist writes, “Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom” (Ps. 90:12).One way of numbering our days is to ask ourselves these kinds of questions: How can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/6793537067446083934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=6793537067446083934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6793537067446083934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6793537067446083934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-spend-your-time-invest-it.html' title='Don’t spend your time - invest it.'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-591287875971780047</id><published>2011-09-11T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T00:50:22.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tithing and doing volunteer work</title><summary type='text'>Anyways.. I was thinking about tithing and giving donations and doing volunteer work.. the first has already been on my mind for several weeks, the last more in the recent week cos my current tuition assignment is going to be over and i think i want to switch to doing it for volunteer work or maybe doing other volunteer work instead.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/591287875971780047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=591287875971780047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/591287875971780047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/591287875971780047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/09/tithing-and-doing-volunteer-work.html' title='Tithing and doing volunteer work'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-8125510938329228188</id><published>2011-09-11T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T00:22:29.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't fathom...</title><summary type='text'>why people try to be nice and then go away from you and confide in others how tough it has been trying to be nice to you...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/8125510938329228188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=8125510938329228188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8125510938329228188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8125510938329228188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cant-fathom.html' title='I can&apos;t fathom...'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-4570295736168082592</id><published>2011-09-08T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:37:54.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Never look for justice, but never cease to give it; and never allow anything you meet with to sour your relationship to men through Jesus Christ.”</title><summary type='text'>a very appropriate ODB entry for me..If we insist on fair treatment for ourselves, we can become angry and frustrated. But when we embrace the Bible’s wisdom, we will seek the welfare of others. Proverbs calls us “to perceive the words of understanding, to receive the instruction of wisdom, justice, judgment, and equity” (1:2-3). Oswald Chambers said of our personal dealings with others, “Never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/4570295736168082592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=4570295736168082592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4570295736168082592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4570295736168082592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-look-for-justice-but-never-cease.html' title='“Never look for justice, but never cease to give it; and never allow anything you meet with to sour your relationship to men through Jesus Christ.”'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-8294299614890965816</id><published>2011-09-05T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:16:07.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personal enjoyment?</title><summary type='text'>being someone who lacks an activity that gives me a deep sense of personal enjoyment really doesn't help that after getting up at 620am for work and leaving the workplace at 520pm, i have to travel all the way to amk from benoi cresent, pass my home, for two hours of tuitioning (including getting exasperated that my tuition kid answers me without thinking) and then back home again. what can i do?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/8294299614890965816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=8294299614890965816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8294299614890965816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8294299614890965816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/09/personal-enjoyment.html' title='personal enjoyment?'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-387295138443801505</id><published>2011-09-04T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:09:18.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work preferences</title><summary type='text'>I am thinking. I prefer an adequate level of communication, but not excessive, not even active listening throughout the day. Attending training in a small group constitutes active listening. And that is draining for me. I can attend lectures where I don't have to give facial or physical acknowledgement that I am listening, but it exhausts to have to pay attention and nod and give eye contact. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/387295138443801505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=387295138443801505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/387295138443801505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/387295138443801505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/09/work-preferences.html' title='work preferences'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-3518271203976260031</id><published>2011-08-27T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:28:36.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Learned From People Who Survive Cancer</title><summary type='text'>Lissa RankinAug 23, 2011The more interviews I did, the more I noticed that these women were living differently than most of the people I knew who had not been diagnosed with cancer. Here’s what I learned from those survivor women. Learning these lessons changed my life, and I hope they’ll change yours.1. Be unapologetically YOU. People who survive cancer get feisty. They walk around bald in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/3518271203976260031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=3518271203976260031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3518271203976260031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3518271203976260031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/08/10-things-i-learned-from-people-who.html' title='10 Things I Learned From People Who Survive Cancer'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-7428284321855159485</id><published>2011-08-24T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:04:17.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We cannot know the future. But we can know this: No matter what comes, we are under the loving, caring, watchful eye of our great Shepherd, who also happens to be the Son of God! I walked life’s path with worry,Disturbed and quite unblest,Until I trusted Jesus;Now faith has given rest. —Bosch</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/7428284321855159485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=7428284321855159485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/7428284321855159485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/7428284321855159485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-cannot-know-future.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-2239378412811734082</id><published>2011-08-23T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T23:02:46.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius—and a lot of courage—to move in the opposite direction. – Albert Einstein</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/2239378412811734082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=2239378412811734082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2239378412811734082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2239378412811734082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/08/any-intelligent-fool-can-make-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-3982929213146792081</id><published>2011-07-20T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:57:45.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some job search advices from hl who just started work</title><summary type='text'>most impt must find satisfactory oneeeand enjoy ur hols now!u really wldnt know till u get into the jobcos jobscope can changebut at least dun anyhow just accept a jobmust at least meet certain of ur expectations 1stif not working will be very very hardthe wolrd out there is very dangerousoffice politics happen in all placesbut i think mine shld be quite mild alr..but still very scaryworking is..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/3982929213146792081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=3982929213146792081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3982929213146792081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3982929213146792081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/07/some-job-search-advices-from-hl-who.html' title='Some job search advices from hl who just started work'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-8954485338877312578</id><published>2011-07-19T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:04:07.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Working Adult's budget</title><summary type='text'>haha. I decided to do an estimated budget since the topic has recently arisen.Transport: $150Food: [Broad estimate for all bfs and lunches] 30 * ($1.50 + $4) + [dinners out; the rest dinners home] 10 * $5 + 10 * $18 = $395Shopping: $150Snacks/groceries (personal care and supplements): $80Phone bill: $40Leisure: $50OH MY GOODNESS. It's $865!!! now im no longer appalled how bachelors/bachelorettes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/8954485338877312578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=8954485338877312578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8954485338877312578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8954485338877312578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/07/working-adults-budget.html' title='A Working Adult&apos;s budget'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-5944511627778175142</id><published>2011-07-19T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:57:12.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Being A Perfectionist May Not Be So Perfect</title><summary type='text'>This is a perfect article for me. haha.Are you a perfectionist? Do you spend a lot of time “perfecting” your work,so everything comes out the way you want it to?I believe all of us are perfectionists in our own right. I’m a perfectionist, too. We set high bars for ourselves and put our best foot forward to achieve them. We dedicate copious amounts of attention and time to our work to maintain our</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/5944511627778175142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=5944511627778175142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5944511627778175142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5944511627778175142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-being-perfectionist-may-not-be-so.html' title='Why Being A Perfectionist May Not Be So Perfect'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-6479140423176611771</id><published>2011-07-18T20:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T21:08:53.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'>An inspiring paragraph about Jobs</title><summary type='text'>When you hate what you do every day for eight hours, when you go to work only to receive your monthly salary - your life is not complete to say the least. I like the quotation by Elizabeth Kubler Ross who said that "people are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/6479140423176611771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=6479140423176611771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6479140423176611771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6479140423176611771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/07/inspiring-paragraph-about-jobs.html' title='An inspiring paragraph about Jobs'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-2641814884038681693</id><published>2011-07-18T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:40:09.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo</title><summary type='text'>it's like when i go for the course or for service then there are the godly sayings  but when im left to myself ...  there seems to be not much use in telling myself just to be patient  like whatever seemingly good jobs now that i havent gotten any replies it just makes me think im just not good enough for them and i dont feel like applying  then i feel pathetic having to apply to random jobs  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/2641814884038681693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=2641814884038681693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2641814884038681693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2641814884038681693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-like-when-i-go-for-course-or-for.html' title='emo'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-7737394339691001664</id><published>2011-07-13T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:52:41.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of times, confidence is all it takes.</title><summary type='text'>Both meet ups with wy (this time with l as well - us all fellow residents of Sembawang) has left me quite believing that confidence really carries one a lot further than when without it. The courage to say yes to chances, the courage to try out new different things, the courage to speak up, the courage to take the roads less travelled... simply, to step out of my little comfort zone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/7737394339691001664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=7737394339691001664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/7737394339691001664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/7737394339691001664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/07/lot-of-times-confidence-is-all-it-takes.html' title='A lot of times, confidence is all it takes.'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-2703661636912709175</id><published>2011-07-12T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T12:07:45.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Prince (someone's review)</title><summary type='text'>I like this post about The Little Prince very much.http://souldancethesongoflife.blogspot.com/2008/02/drying-desert.html'How I long for this water,' said the little prince. 'Give me some to drink.'And I understood what he had been looking for.I raised the bucket to his lips. He drank, his eyes closed. This water gladdened the heart. It was something other than a mere beverage. Its sweetness was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/2703661636912709175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=2703661636912709175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2703661636912709175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2703661636912709175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-prince-someones-review.html' title='The Little Prince (someone&apos;s review)'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-5942035537039556234</id><published>2011-07-11T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:00:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Choosing what matters"</title><summary type='text'>"With many programs and activities going on we can be proactive in choosing what we really want to do. The other extreme of getting involved in more than we can cope can be detrimental. A good balance is choosing what matters."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/5942035537039556234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=5942035537039556234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5942035537039556234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5942035537039556234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/07/choosing-what-matters.html' title='&quot;Choosing what matters&quot;'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-9186808315969723385</id><published>2011-07-05T15:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:56:25.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'>A little inspiration from an unexpected lunch</title><summary type='text'>I just met a zai sec school classmate wy for lunch and I feel quite inspired after that. Like we came from a similar background (sec school-wise and her family's not all that rich) yet she's so in control of her life knowing what lies ahead for her (an A*star scholar going back to USA for grad school at MIT after undergrad at Cornell). And now that it's the hols she's brushing up her financial </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/9186808315969723385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=9186808315969723385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/9186808315969723385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/9186808315969723385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-inspiration-from-unexpected.html' title='A little inspiration from an unexpected lunch'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-4854080291978692575</id><published>2011-07-01T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T12:57:38.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a change of mind that ends up trusting God (i.e., having faith)</title><summary type='text'>I was feeling upset then I was reading my study bible on Acts 2, and the commentary for verse 38 said: Genuine faith always involves repentance, and vice versa. Repentance includes a change of mind that ends up trusting God (i.e., having faith).a change of mind that ends up trusting God (i.e., having faith).This line somehow dissolved my feelings of being upset. Anyway verse 38 says:And Peter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/4854080291978692575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=4854080291978692575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4854080291978692575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4854080291978692575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/07/change-of-mind-that-ends-up-trusting.html' title='a change of mind that ends up trusting God (i.e., having faith)'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-2059729620562373752</id><published>2011-06-29T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T15:14:31.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Job satisfaction happens when people are allowed to use their favourite skills on a daily basis to perform their duties."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/2059729620562373752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=2059729620562373752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2059729620562373752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2059729620562373752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/06/job-satisfaction-happens-when-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-2881197732810904731</id><published>2011-06-29T11:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T15:15:35.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[incomplete] Aim</title><summary type='text'>Somehow I just feel extremely frustrated. Like everything in my life is in a mess. Literally and metaphorically. Been feeling very upset very often this past week. With myself, with other people, with my current state of being nowhere in everything. I hate to feel aimless. There seems to be so much emotions within me yet somehow I can't express them in words. Just loads of pent up feelings, stuck</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/2881197732810904731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=2881197732810904731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2881197732810904731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2881197732810904731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/06/aim.html' title='[incomplete] Aim'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-4386303279053037103</id><published>2011-06-29T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:39:10.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't know what we have, nor cherish it, until we have lost it.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/4386303279053037103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=4386303279053037103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4386303279053037103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4386303279053037103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-dont-know-what-we-have-nor-cherish.html' title='We don&apos;t know what we have, nor cherish it, until we have lost it.'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-3133067629704624260</id><published>2011-06-27T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T12:29:33.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job search woes</title><summary type='text'>I look at the job openings, click the titles of those that seem interesting but after I read through the job descriptions, they no longer interest me or make me wonder: Where's the job satisfaction?I don't know if I'm just thinking too much. Probably. I so very often have misconceptions and have suffered from making decisions based on them, and also been "scolded" by a friend for them when I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/3133067629704624260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=3133067629704624260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3133067629704624260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3133067629704624260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/06/job-search-woes.html' title='Job search woes'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-6307025434651407725</id><published>2011-06-27T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T00:21:02.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Watch, stand fast in the faith, be brave, be strong. 14 Let all that you do be done with love.</title><summary type='text'>Romans 8:37 was in today's odb which i was graciously shared with, and i thought it seemed like today's sermon verse but it was actually not. Then i was confused about it's meaning and got some good explanation (:Romans 837 Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. verse 35-39 : This list of experiences and persons that can't separate the believer from God's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/6307025434651407725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=6307025434651407725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6307025434651407725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6307025434651407725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/06/13-watch-stand-fast-in-faith-be-brave.html' title='13 Watch, stand fast in the faith, be brave, be strong. 14 Let all that you do be done with love.'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-428465441849824020</id><published>2011-06-07T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T12:42:24.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Listen To A Sermon</title><summary type='text'>Written by Stephen AltroggeHave you ever had this happen to you? It’s 11:20 A.M. on a Sunday morning, and you’re listening to a sermon in church. Suddenly, your pastor says, “You know what I mean?” and you realize that you have no idea what he’s talking about, and that you’ve been thinking about college basketball for the last fifteen minutes, and that drool is leaking from the corner of your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/428465441849824020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=428465441849824020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/428465441849824020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/428465441849824020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-to-listen-to-sermon.html' title='How To Listen To A Sermon'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-40161231843609045</id><published>2011-06-06T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:46:25.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 REGRETS OF THE DYING</title><summary type='text'>1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me. This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/40161231843609045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=40161231843609045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/40161231843609045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/40161231843609045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/06/5-regrets-of-dying.html' title='5 REGRETS OF THE DYING'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-4413074706868224850</id><published>2011-06-01T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:36:08.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><summary type='text'>Surprisingly, one A for my gem module managed to put my CAP up from 3.98 to 4.01. So yay. Second upper. Not all that happy tho. Cos my peers got As for our core mods while I did worse than them all. Yup. So, sad that I'm not as good as they are. Oh wells. Grades. Move on to the new aim. Find a job.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/4413074706868224850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=4413074706868224850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4413074706868224850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4413074706868224850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/06/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-9016555970216525578</id><published>2011-06-01T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:59:40.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-person badminton on newly varnished floor was fun! :D</title><summary type='text'>Okay this happened on Monday but I haven't got the chance to blog about it. Suddenly feel like doing so. I think I like it when there's just nice 4 persons playing badminton for the full two hours. And an additional plus point was that the YCK stadium's floor was newly varnished (i.e. not slippery at all). So fun making the effort to run for the shuttle and getting it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/9016555970216525578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=9016555970216525578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/9016555970216525578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/9016555970216525578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/06/4-person-badminton-on-newly-varnished.html' title='4-person badminton on newly varnished floor was fun! :D'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-1378334146815969571</id><published>2011-05-30T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:07:28.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some people need to be connected all the time, I need to be disconnected at times. Many times.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/1378334146815969571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=1378334146815969571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1378334146815969571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1378334146815969571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/05/some-people-need-to-be-connected-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-6719275329009607077</id><published>2011-05-29T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:52:33.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectionism is such self-torture</title><summary type='text'>Rawr. I often think about how this can be better and that can be better. And it makes me feel so sian. That me, people, things can be better than what they are. RAWR.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/6719275329009607077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=6719275329009607077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6719275329009607077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6719275329009607077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/05/perfectionism-is-such-self-torture.html' title='Perfectionism is such self-torture'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-3053042472328999328</id><published>2011-05-29T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:51:19.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was the first time I did home surveys and a few things struck me.One, I was rather full of envy of the two uni grads who were already working who answered strongly agree to the statement, "I am very satisfied with my family life."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/3053042472328999328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=3053042472328999328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3053042472328999328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3053042472328999328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/05/today-was-first-time-i-did-home-surveys.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-9059103148886539779</id><published>2011-05-27T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T12:34:13.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merely immersing in the Word of the Lord</title><summary type='text'>There's so much to do. Merely immersing in the Word of the Lord, I can spend days doing that. (So long as I'm not sleepy - I've really become rather dependent on coffee. Been feeling really sleepy every morning and lazing too much in bed before I get up, leaving me very little time to do anything at all before I leave my home for this outing and that activity. But today I drank coffee, and after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/9059103148886539779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=9059103148886539779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/9059103148886539779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/9059103148886539779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/05/merely-immersing-in-word-of-lord.html' title='Merely immersing in the Word of the Lord'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-8060638104884006929</id><published>2011-05-26T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T01:42:47.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream is...</title><summary type='text'>to become a person im happy to be.was talking to wb and he asked me what my dream is and i said i don't have one and he said sure have. so i thought for awhile and decided on this. haha. yar it's vague. oh wells. all we can wish for is to be more like Him. we'll never be exactly like Him. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/8060638104884006929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=8060638104884006929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8060638104884006929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8060638104884006929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-dream-is.html' title='My dream is...'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-7864305814136430958</id><published>2011-05-22T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:06:07.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things I wish I had learnt when I was young</title><summary type='text'>1) Play the piano.2) Write with fantastic vocabulary.(this post inspired by this http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1msJhz/deshoda.com/words/100-most-beautiful-words-in-the-english-language/)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/7864305814136430958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=7864305814136430958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/7864305814136430958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/7864305814136430958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/05/some-things-i-wish-i-had-learnt-when-i.html' title='Some things I wish I had learnt when I was young'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-3064236272329168341</id><published>2011-05-21T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T01:35:56.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to cook!</title><summary type='text'>On a different note, I think I shall start to learn cooking at home. Mom complained that I treat my friends so well but not her. So after some reflection and suggestion from w, I decided to cook lunch tomorrow. Then while I was just researching recipes, and saw the various expensive ingredients required, I thought, why not just make it a more regular thing (so that the ingredients will not go to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/3064236272329168341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=3064236272329168341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3064236272329168341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3064236272329168341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/05/learn-to-cook.html' title='Learn to cook!'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-9165983832304466201</id><published>2011-05-20T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T01:28:20.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been strongly jolted out of slacking mood today. Been lacking so much in self-discipline eversince exams ended.Today's first tuition session with A made me feel very bad about myself. About my lack of preparation and especially about my inability to solve some of the P6 math problems and to respond as fast as A did. It was really terrible when I was trying to solve one question that seemed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/9165983832304466201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=9165983832304466201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/9165983832304466201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/9165983832304466201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-been-strongly-jolted-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-9162671560160927641</id><published>2011-05-13T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:26:40.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some things are better left unsaid</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/9162671560160927641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=9162671560160927641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/9162671560160927641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/9162671560160927641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/05/some-things-are-better-left-unsaid.html' title='some things are better left unsaid'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-8372442652992985367</id><published>2011-04-26T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:03:31.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed.</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow's my second last exam. and now I feel pissed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/8372442652992985367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=8372442652992985367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8372442652992985367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8372442652992985367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/04/pissed.html' title='Pissed.'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-7259545118537137016</id><published>2011-04-25T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:05:01.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mindlessness</title><summary type='text'>i sudden miss mindless watching of hongkong dramas. lol.super sians.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/7259545118537137016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=7259545118537137016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/7259545118537137016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/7259545118537137016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/04/mindlessness.html' title='mindlessness'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-4335539843582968246</id><published>2011-04-24T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T21:05:14.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my greatest fear</title><summary type='text'>Sad to say, I think my brain power has been deproving drastically over the years. Like yesterday's exam, I found myself unable to think of ideas on my own. And failed to recall what I've studied too. Many years ago, I thought of my greatest fear. Which was to lose my thinking capabilities. Seems to be coming true gradually.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/4335539843582968246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=4335539843582968246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4335539843582968246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4335539843582968246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-greatest-fear.html' title='my greatest fear'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-4516460837381201920</id><published>2011-04-22T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:26:21.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my goodness im seriously very very very very bored.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/4516460837381201920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=4516460837381201920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4516460837381201920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4516460837381201920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-my-goodness-im-seriously-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-5123304714330815984</id><published>2011-04-22T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:10:00.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO BORED.</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is the start of my last series of exams for my entire life in the typical education system.And. I. am. so. bored.Don't want to be distracted by anything else so I shall just blog about it. RAWR.Still SUPER ALOT OF materials NOT studied. And even after relooking at the same materials MULTIPLE times I can't remember still. blah blah blah rawr rawr rawr.......... okay whatever. mug a bit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/5123304714330815984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=5123304714330815984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5123304714330815984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5123304714330815984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-bored.html' title='SO BORED.'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-2113248032932031827</id><published>2011-04-19T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:28:52.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Myths About Introverts</title><summary type='text'>I was lucky enough to discover a book called, The Introvert Advantage (How To Thrive in an Extrovert World), by Marti Laney, Psy.D. I feel like someone has written an encyclopedia entry on a rare race of people to which I belong. Not only has it explained many of my eccentricities, it helps me to redefine my entire life in a new and positive context.Sure, anyone who knows me would say, “Duh! Why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/2113248032932031827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=2113248032932031827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2113248032932031827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2113248032932031827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-myths-about-introverts.html' title='10 Myths About Introverts'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-5921761344622601226</id><published>2011-04-14T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T01:27:16.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tonight out with sj and ron was so fun. the thought-filled conversations. okay actually more of sj starting them off then ron inputting with examples (which i made a comment on that she tend to like to cite examples, which subsequently got made into a joking point by sj) or sometimes ron then sj making an argumentative reply which was funny to me. glad it turned out so much more enjoyable than i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/5921761344622601226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=5921761344622601226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5921761344622601226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5921761344622601226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/04/tonight-out-with-sj-and-ron-was-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-13721528812872707</id><published>2011-04-13T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:47:13.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to feel good about myself :)</title><summary type='text'>I just checked my gem elective CA gradebook and was pleasantly surprised by the newly updated CA results for CA2 that was done several weeks ago (been checking every once in a while but it hasn't been updated till now). This meant particularly a lot more to me even though it's something really small and probably tons others did just as well as I did (the Chinese students and people who took the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/13721528812872707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=13721528812872707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/13721528812872707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/13721528812872707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-to-feel-good-about-myself.html' title='something to feel good about myself :)'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-8435956963682990172</id><published>2011-04-10T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:29:45.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand people enough.</title><summary type='text'>I don't understand people enough.And it's irritating. Cos.My favourite hobby is to understand what people think and why people behave the way they do.______oh but then again, by the time I understand something enough, I'll become bored of it and move on. Which isn't too good. Not good at all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/8435956963682990172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=8435956963682990172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8435956963682990172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8435956963682990172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-understand-people-enough.html' title='I don&apos;t understand people enough.'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-1482696262167143412</id><published>2011-04-05T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:10:08.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate lies.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/1482696262167143412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=1482696262167143412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1482696262167143412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1482696262167143412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-hate-lies.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-8712680378944817294</id><published>2011-03-31T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:43:51.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've really had all these feelings bottled up over the recent couple of weeks or so. Multiple times at the brink of crying but having managed to stop the tears those past few times. Finally not. Not today. Today I'm crying for the second time now in four hours. So negative. So negative thoughts. Should only be kept. Kept to myself. Here. Even my closest friends don't want to respond to them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/8712680378944817294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=8712680378944817294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8712680378944817294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8712680378944817294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-really-had-all-these-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-3618874429906567306</id><published>2011-03-31T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:34:42.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And what's worse is that nobody likes negativity. But it's just me and I can't change this aspect of me. Can I? I've been like that since at least nanyang days. I don't know. Primary school seems so happy. So is it true? Is it true that entering ny started my reduced happiness level?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/3618874429906567306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=3618874429906567306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3618874429906567306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3618874429906567306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-whats-worse-is-that-nobody-likes.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-5612449934927778310</id><published>2011-03-31T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:20:13.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My negativity is really sucking more and more life out of me recently. Dwindling interest. Increasing sianness. I need a substantial motivational force that I'm not feeling...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/5612449934927778310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=5612449934927778310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5612449934927778310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5612449934927778310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-negativity-is-really-sucking-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-4405130393099481283</id><published>2011-03-31T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:14:39.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'll be happier if I had gone to a school not as good as ny</title><summary type='text'>Too many negative thoughts haunting me these days. Time to blog them out instead of keeping them floating in my mind. Though it's an awfully bad time to. Poster worth 10% of my 16 MCs FYP, for a presentation worth 20%. But then again. So many times I just feel that school is not all about grades. And anyway I can't make it. So many times I think I should just admit that I am not good enough and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/4405130393099481283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=4405130393099481283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4405130393099481283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/4405130393099481283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/03/maybe-ill-be-happier-if-i-had-gone-to.html' title='Maybe I&apos;ll be happier if I had gone to a school not as good as ny'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-2974226443259649154</id><published>2011-03-25T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:49:40.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you my friends</title><summary type='text'>When I lose faith in myself, thank you my friends for being there for me. Thank you for your encouragements. Thank you for believing I can do it even when I think I can't. Thank you for cheering me up. Thank you for letting me know that I'm not alone. Thank you for your understanding. Thank you so much.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/2974226443259649154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=2974226443259649154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2974226443259649154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2974226443259649154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/03/thank-you-my-friends.html' title='Thank you my friends'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-7047531150050060415</id><published>2011-03-14T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:34:10.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>encouraging email (: ; effects of comparison..</title><summary type='text'>i just read a very encouraging email from my dear old friend p. it started off with a random email yesterday asking how i was finding the chinese tea she gave me and i replied this afternoon before lab, amidst the zombified inability to think properly after only sleeping from 5 to 8 am this morning before going for lecture. wanting to do some work instead of hanging around my classmates, i was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/7047531150050060415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=7047531150050060415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/7047531150050060415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/7047531150050060415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/03/encouraging-email-effects-of-comparison.html' title='encouraging email (: ; effects of comparison..'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-1252542361351528470</id><published>2011-03-08T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:33:06.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be bothered by what is important and not what makes me feel important</title><summary type='text'>I just read about this in my GDIC booklet."Yet you and I like to be bothered by what is not important because that makes us feel important."How true how true. And how silly I have been, to be a victim of this. I have to admit, I have been too bothered by things that make me feel important when they are not important at all! How horrific! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/1252542361351528470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=1252542361351528470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1252542361351528470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1252542361351528470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-be-bothered-by-what-is-important-and.html' title='To be bothered by what is important and not what makes me feel important'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-3212486887152210530</id><published>2011-03-08T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:13:21.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>having problems coping with the rather sudden change from a highly solitary individual to a friend kind of person, not having all the me time I used to have to think through things I have to do for myself, my work, or to slack on my own, that I forget to do the work because my mind gets occupied by others. sigh. a recurring issue in this academic year after the change has been made since the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/3212486887152210530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=3212486887152210530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3212486887152210530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/3212486887152210530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/03/having-problems-coping-with-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-5966845614370601009</id><published>2011-03-05T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:36:09.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk</title><summary type='text'>I've to force myself to verbalise myself more when I'm in groups instead of taking the passive listening role and dissolving myself into the chair I'm seated on....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/5966845614370601009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=5966845614370601009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5966845614370601009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5966845614370601009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/03/talk.html' title='talk'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-5885518240172216345</id><published>2011-03-01T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T18:25:23.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was feeling rather screwed up with my fyp and other things in the afternoon. Then I tried to get on with my thesis but was extremely distracted by every sound produced by the other living beings that existed in the same room. I was very frustrated. And I always end up thinking extremely negatively when there are no friends around. Finally after several hours of staying in the hole and digging </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/5885518240172216345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=5885518240172216345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5885518240172216345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/5885518240172216345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-was-feeling-rather-screwed-up-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-6268563139090895948</id><published>2011-03-01T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T16:43:21.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A huge mistake</title><summary type='text'>Never just accept what others say without complete understanding and agreement. Things just turn out so screwed up after that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/6268563139090895948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=6268563139090895948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6268563139090895948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6268563139090895948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/03/huge-mistake.html' title='A huge mistake'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-6082520641290283780</id><published>2011-02-19T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:12:26.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one can take away my time</title><summary type='text'>wow. this marks my 700th blog post here. seeing that the previous total before i just clicked "new post" reads 699.okay on to the topic of this post. No one can take away my time.I decide how I want my time to be spent and Him alone is the only one I should allow to take my time. No human. If I were to spend my time on anyone, it should be out of my choice.Which reminds me of the notebook I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/6082520641290283780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=6082520641290283780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6082520641290283780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6082520641290283780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-one-can-take-away-my-time.html' title='No one can take away my time'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-2359693991099997820</id><published>2011-02-04T21:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T09:24:31.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='useful tips'/><title type='text'>life's lessons - independence, bgr; doing business</title><summary type='text'>today i went with my mom, dad, grandma, 4th and 6th uncles and families for lunch and to Shuanglin temple again (as in like last year), and i had a good lesson from my 4th aunt-in-law about independence. she was emphasizing the importance of independence, and one thing that was a rather new idea was about independence even at home. she said you can be independent at home too, like putting your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/2359693991099997820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=2359693991099997820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2359693991099997820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2359693991099997820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/02/independence.html' title='life&apos;s lessons - independence, bgr; doing business'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-2939525925646641348</id><published>2011-02-03T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:41:51.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's the first time in weeks i got to sleep beyond 720am. after getting up 610 or 7 or so for 8am lect or lab every day since the start of the year. tho i actually woke up around 720. and made myself go back to sleep. okay i do like my body self-alarm clock.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/2939525925646641348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=2939525925646641348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2939525925646641348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2939525925646641348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/02/todays-first-time-in-weeks-i-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-655797653419154228</id><published>2011-01-26T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T00:16:30.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living where so much of it is spent in the virtual world...</title><summary type='text'>yy and dhava have both recently posted on fb about missing rainier. sheesh. i miss rainier too. or more generically the whole work and travel experience. this was dhava's post:What is it about Mt Rainier that was so special and magical? I can't explain it, it just was. Can you?and my reply:nature. no internet. no mobile phone. no virtual. all real.i really miss the complete realness of it all so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/655797653419154228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=655797653419154228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/655797653419154228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/655797653419154228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/01/living-where-so-much-of-it-is-spent-in.html' title='living where so much of it is spent in the virtual world...'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-1050206361628439539</id><published>2011-01-19T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:37:54.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick. again. yea AGAIN.</title><summary type='text'>Have I really become weaker? Or is it that I really haven't been getting enough rest? Today's the 17th consecutive day that I've gotten up at 7 or so (or sometimes 6+ for my 8am lecture). And I get home only at 10+ or 11+ or the occasional 12 and sleep at almost 12 or 1, i.e. getting 5+ or 6+ hours of sleep. In the lab I repeat the same movements every day: pipetting more than 300 or 400 times, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/1050206361628439539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=1050206361628439539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1050206361628439539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1050206361628439539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-sick-again-yea-again.html' title='I&apos;m sick. again. yea AGAIN.'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-6678394017488810877</id><published>2011-01-01T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:45:15.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet again</title><summary type='text'>Yet another day I spent my time inefficiently at home. Wanting to learn the difficult software for my FYP that I was supposed to learn since like September last year and now it's 2011 and I am still procrastinating. Up till just after I woke up I told myself I must learn it today. But I still slacked the day off. I want myself to be disciplined at home but I just lose it time and time again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/6678394017488810877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=6678394017488810877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6678394017488810877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6678394017488810877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2011/01/yet-again.html' title='yet again'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-2248496635768902909</id><published>2010-12-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T23:10:02.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potluck recipes!</title><summary type='text'>http://food.insing.com/feature/irresistible-potluck-recipes/id-15ac2b00</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/2248496635768902909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=2248496635768902909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2248496635768902909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2248496635768902909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2010/12/potluck-recipes.html' title='Potluck recipes!'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-7233237265763220775</id><published>2010-12-26T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:53:34.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost it again</title><summary type='text'>I don't know why I seem to have lost it again. The want to do well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/7233237265763220775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=7233237265763220775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/7233237265763220775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/7233237265763220775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2010/12/lost-it-again.html' title='Lost it again'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-8311529667668479684</id><published>2010-12-25T02:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:36:03.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 24 surprises in my advent calendar :):):)</title><summary type='text'>1) letter with hints for what to expect :D2) paper towel3) pretty paper pad!4) 2 bars of flower-shaped soap5) very cute penguin stickers :):):) - so appropriate for my christmas cards whee!6)Frey Risoletto chocolate with crispies and caramel7) 5 glow-in-the-dark stars8) pretty hair clips! (just what i need)9) stapler (just what i need too!)10 and 11) pair of figurine candles12) tiny japanese </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/8311529667668479684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=8311529667668479684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8311529667668479684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8311529667668479684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2010/12/24-surprises-in-my-advent-calendar.html' title='the 24 surprises in my advent calendar :):):)'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-6480717373834816044</id><published>2010-12-16T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:28:37.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick myself up as quickly as I fall (:</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/6480717373834816044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=6480717373834816044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6480717373834816044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6480717373834816044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2010/12/pick-myself-up-as-quickly-as-i-fall.html' title='Pick myself up as quickly as I fall (:'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-6168378358670100465</id><published>2010-12-14T08:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:09:04.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader</title><summary type='text'>I can't remember all the meaningful lines that caught me, found some online.Geal: “When I grow up I want to be like you.” Lucy: “When you grow up you want to be like you.” Reepicheep: "Extraordinary things happen to extraordinary people with extraordinary destinies."Copied from a review:To envious Lucy, who literally steals a page from the Book of Incantations to become as pretty as her sister, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/6168378358670100465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=6168378358670100465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6168378358670100465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6168378358670100465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2010/12/chronicles-of-narnia-voyage-of-dawn.html' title='The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-8471991338042843248</id><published>2010-12-13T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:06:13.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>balancing work and socialisation; failing.</title><summary type='text'>different groups of friends are initiating gatherings (ky, tk, rainier, 2/2..) but i just feel so overwhelmed by fyp it partially marred today's gathering with the group of girls from band (that kind of formed about a year ago), marred cos i was "spacey" most of the time, in ron's words.. i should be more "present". forget everything else and be "here". yet i just failed to. keep thinking that im</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/8471991338042843248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=8471991338042843248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8471991338042843248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/8471991338042843248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2010/12/balancing-work-and-socialisation.html' title='balancing work and socialisation; failing.'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-2035456529593257221</id><published>2010-12-12T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:06:30.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Harsh Truths That Will Improve Your Life</title><summary type='text'>wellll.By Glen Allsop of DumbLittleMan, via Divine CarolineThey say life is what we make of it. By the end of this post, I hope to have helped you decide whether that statement is true or not.There is no doubt that life has its ups and downs. However, how we deal with them can sometimes make all the difference. I want to share eight harsh truths that I’ve come to learn from life. There’s also a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/2035456529593257221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=2035456529593257221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2035456529593257221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/2035456529593257221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2010/12/8-harsh-truths-that-will-improve-your.html' title='8 Harsh Truths That Will Improve Your Life'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-6644707361173998624</id><published>2010-12-08T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:01:35.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling so stressed when it's not even about me</title><summary type='text'>there's this big hoo-hah going on that isn't about me at all yet i was feeling as stressed probably as when i was supposed going to take my christianity in world history just minus the feeling like crying._________okay. good. i tried to distant myself from it all and now after 45 minutes i don't feel so stressed about it anymore. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/6644707361173998624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=6644707361173998624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6644707361173998624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6644707361173998624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2010/12/feeling-so-stressed-when-its-not-even.html' title='feeling so stressed when it&apos;s not even about me'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-1552197001591479011</id><published>2010-12-07T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T01:15:37.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be more confident!</title><summary type='text'>hello me. please be more confident. i went back to my IA company today (technically yest since it's already past midnight) and one key lesson that i learnt was that i've gotta be more confident and less timid and just speak up more! what can happen seriously. why am i so afraid of people? there's nothing really bad that can come out from people so just dare to speak up! don't disappear into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/1552197001591479011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=1552197001591479011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1552197001591479011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1552197001591479011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2010/12/be-more-confident.html' title='be more confident!'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-1145328285224146275</id><published>2010-12-06T14:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:16:03.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parents' role in the child's life</title><summary type='text'>had a wave of emotions run over me. i shouldn't be impatient or upset with my parents when they can't understand me or when they have "less intelligent" ideas. being who they are, they have already done the best they could for me, sending me to the schools i wanted to go to, giving me the complete support to do whatever i wanted to do, from going to maldives in jc1, to dropping out of ntu (tho </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/1145328285224146275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=1145328285224146275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1145328285224146275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/1145328285224146275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2010/12/parents-role-in-childs-life.html' title='parents&apos; role in the child&apos;s life'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-345556303316450225</id><published>2010-12-05T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:58:15.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes all it takes is a sincere heart</title><summary type='text'>i just went to a blog my friend told me when we were having a chat on the bus back from tuas on friday (it was a very long ride - one hour - seriously seems like we got out of singapore..) and she mentioned she likes to write and so i asked if she blogs not really expecting she does but she ended up telling me her blog address and even how to get through the password for it. so anyways, im </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/345556303316450225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=345556303316450225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/345556303316450225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/345556303316450225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-all-it-takes-is-sincere-heart.html' title='sometimes all it takes is a sincere heart'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-208114792193549294</id><published>2010-12-05T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:35:06.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>advent calendar :D</title><summary type='text'>Okay I wanted to blog about the advent calendar eva sent me but I've spent too much time beyond my plans (like this afternoon helping out with painting a banner for a funfair next saturday took 3 hours instead of one) or having suddenly alot of things like chatting with eva via skype video call for 3.5 hours last night and baking cookies for 4 hours tonight plus preparing for it. So I shall just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/208114792193549294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=208114792193549294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/208114792193549294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/208114792193549294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2010/12/advent-calendar-d.html' title='advent calendar :D'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-6904322277220145318</id><published>2010-12-01T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:33:02.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking too much hinders simple problem solving</title><summary type='text'>I was trying out using the UV-Vis Spectrophotometer at S3 today when the data file generated showed readings for wavelengths between 380 to 400nm and running no-readings up to 770nm but I had set it to take readings from 200 to 400 nm so in trying to find out the reason I came upon this function that said change of lamp from deuterium to tungsten at 340nm so I kept thinking the issue was with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/6904322277220145318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=6904322277220145318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6904322277220145318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6904322277220145318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2010/12/thinking-too-much-hinders-simple.html' title='thinking too much hinders simple problem solving'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616880.post-6167399768768130757</id><published>2010-12-01T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:00:30.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>questioning</title><summary type='text'>h gave me a new perspective today. i was saying that i've become worse than i used to be, excelling in nothing and not knowing what i want. but h said that's not considered worse. you see in the past you were trained to think that what's most important is just to study hard. mindless studying. and now you start to think. to question what you really want in life. that's considered an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/feeds/6167399768768130757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5616880&amp;postID=6167399768768130757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6167399768768130757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616880/posts/default/6167399768768130757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissband.blogspot.com/2010/12/questioning.html' title='questioning'/><author><name>Fenella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
