<?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-11480169</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:06:09.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elle</title><subtitle type='html'>It's a personal site where I pen down my thoughts about things that occur around the world and also the things that happen to me..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-115246511319828489</id><published>2006-07-10T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:11:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad and good day!!!</title><content type='html'>Bad day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I just came back from a long bus ride from Malaysia. I was caught in three different jams!! Can you believe it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jam no. 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An accident happened. But it was on the other side of the road!! So people being people slowed down their vehicles just to see the acident even though our side was not affected [My bf will always get angry when people do this. He said that we should just mind our own business. But... I always look at the accidents for fear that it may be someone I know...].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jam no. 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car broke down on the speeding lane on our side!!! My bf has something to say about this too. He said that people ought to check their cars beofre leaving the house. Well, well, well... His car brokedown once when we were on a date!!! Huh!! Pot calling the kettle black!!&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, it caused a huge traffic delaying us for half and hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jam no. 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something we can't predict. The causeway was packed with car. Hence, causing me to be once again caught in a jam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... what's good about today then...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bf picked me up from my house today and it was raining. So, he actually left his car with an umbrella, walked up to my gate and picked me up so that I won't get wet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone say: 'Aaaahhhhh.....' :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-115246511319828489?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/115246511319828489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=115246511319828489' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/115246511319828489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/115246511319828489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2006/07/bad-and-good-day.html' title='A bad and good day!!!'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-113716678730088033</id><published>2006-01-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:39:47.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back...</title><content type='html'>How long has it been...???&lt;br /&gt;4 months since I last blogged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a new job.&lt;br /&gt;I am a licensing executive in a univeristy.&lt;br /&gt;I basically ensure that the content used by the uni has complied with all intellectual property law.&lt;br /&gt;It is very refreshing because finally what I have studied is put to test.&lt;br /&gt;I have worked for 4 months now.&lt;br /&gt;That explains why I haven't been blogging...&lt;br /&gt;Been too busy trying to adpat to the new work environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;I think this is all I'l write for now...&lt;br /&gt;I actually got a new laptop so I am figuring out how to us it.&lt;br /&gt;After months of pondering as to whether I should get a laptop and finally getting one for myself,&lt;br /&gt;my boyfrined decided that he didn't want his laptop anymore...&lt;br /&gt;So he is giving it to me...&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-113716678730088033?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/113716678730088033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=113716678730088033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/113716678730088033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/113716678730088033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-back.html' title='I am back...'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-112470412115675525</id><published>2005-08-22T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:48:41.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been too too long since I blogged... I was simply not in the mood to blog. Probably there is nothing much to write because nothing much happened in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to a water park yesterday. It was so fun.. Fortunately it was cloudy yesterday so I did not get myself burnt. Its more for kids actually but sometimes it is nice to do things that you used to do when you were small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met my nieces yesterday. They have made me doubt whether I should be a mother one day. They are so so naughty... I can play with them once in a while but to care for them 24/7...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is all I want to write at the moment. I shall leave with this interesting question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why are there only two candidates for presidency and 51 for Ms USA?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-112470412115675525?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/112470412115675525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=112470412115675525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/112470412115675525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/112470412115675525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-been-too-too-long-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-112254136396626416</id><published>2005-07-28T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T17:02:43.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cafe I went to...</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, My friends and I went to a cafe uptown. It was close to midnight. When we arrived we were told that there was no more seats available cos our group was quite big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what else the waiter told us? He told us that we could wait for another half hour and then he'l give us seats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is how is it possible for him to be certain that people were gonna leave within that time span? It was weird but we gave him the benefit of the doubt and waited for 30mins. When we were abt to begin our waiting time another group came in. their group was as big as ours and they ask for &lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt; table not &lt;u&gt;their&lt;/u&gt; table. And Im sure you can guess it, they got a table. I was thinking what was so special about their group...Then I saw a celebrity in the group...I see... So this is how you get a table in a crowded place. How fair is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after the thirty mins were up, we went back to the cafe and were given seats. Our seats were situated outside the restaurant. As far as I can remember, when we came the first time, those seats were already empty. I thought they din want people to sit outside when it was pretty late so that they can contain their customers. So this was pretty weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is not enough, the service was the worst in the world. I was there for 10 mins and decided to go to the bathroom. I returned and waited another 10 mins before someone from the kitchen realise that our orders had not been taken. And of course our orders took forever to come. Plus the bill was high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of naming the cafe but decided not to cos the owner was previously a lawyer. I think I'd better save myself from a lawsuit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that might entice me to come to the cafe again is how nice the place feels and that it opens 24 hrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-112254136396626416?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/112254136396626416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=112254136396626416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/112254136396626416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/112254136396626416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/07/cafe-i-went-to.html' title='A cafe I went to...'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-112184546343846456</id><published>2005-07-20T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T15:44:32.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tiny bit about my boyfriend...</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend related an incident that occurred when he was a child and this is the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told his dad that he wanted to call his friend. His dad said that it was alright for him to do so. All he had to do was to get his friend's house number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what my boyfriend (whom I thought was a very smart man) did...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went down to his friend's house and took down the number on the door (which was 17). He went back home and dialled 17 from his phone...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How silly can you get...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad this occurred decades back...I can't imagine dating someone this silly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-112184546343846456?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/112184546343846456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=112184546343846456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/112184546343846456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/112184546343846456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/07/tiny-bit-about-my-boyfriend.html' title='A tiny bit about my boyfriend...'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-112124435908262546</id><published>2005-07-13T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:45:59.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I glad that I am not a proctologist.</title><content type='html'>A &lt;u&gt;cardiologist&lt;/u&gt; died and was given an elaborate funeral. A huge heart covered in flowers stood behind the casket during the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the eulogy, the heart opened and the casket rolled inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart then closed sealing the doctor in the beautiful heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, one of the mourners burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all eyes stared at him, he said, "I'm sorry I was just thinking of my own funeral. I'm a gynaecologist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when the proctologist, a doctor specialising in diseases of the rectum and anus fainted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-112124435908262546?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/112124435908262546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=112124435908262546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/112124435908262546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/112124435908262546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/07/am-i-glad-that-i-am-not-proctologist.html' title='Am I glad that I am not a proctologist.'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-112020704990924510</id><published>2005-07-01T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:50:26.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picked the wrong guy, gave him the wrong finger...</title><content type='html'>Q: How do you inform people that you decided not to marry your fiance because he was a jerk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You can make a card  which staes SINGLE on the cover and on the inside simply say:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    'Picked the wrong guy, gave him the wrong finger.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this smart??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way this is a true life account which I caught on the Oprah Winfrey show...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-112020704990924510?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/112020704990924510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=112020704990924510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/112020704990924510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/112020704990924510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/07/picked-wrong-guy-gave-him-wrong-finger.html' title='Picked the wrong guy, gave him the wrong finger...'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-112004799495357787</id><published>2005-06-29T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:26:34.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A salute to parents</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this post to all parents. I am truly amazed at the time, patience and commitment that parents have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surfing the net now and at the same time i have my niece playing the laptop that I am using. She is pressing the screen and even tried to press the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a number of nieces and nephews cos I come from a big family. I am closest to four of them cos I always visit their mothers and this creates a bond between me and them. there are times whn my cousins ask my assistance when it comes to their children. More often than not  am willing to offer my help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is this: If you ask me to look after them for an hour or two, I am willing but to look after them for almost the rest of my life...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what is t that made people decide to have children. I mean it cannot come instantly..Or can it?? At the age of 22, I stll cannot see myself having children. When I see my nieces crying they are times when I really don't know what to do..I remeber once when I was at my bf's house and his niece and nephew started crying we actually left the house (their parents are at home in case some of you star worrying). They are not my kids so I can just walk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am truly and honestly amazed of all parents in the world. It really is a big decision to rase a child. There are so many things to thing about when it comes to a child. To me if you decide to be a parent, you must be really brave. You have all the time, patience and commtment that I can't imagine. I really salute all parents...including mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-112004799495357787?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/112004799495357787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=112004799495357787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/112004799495357787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/112004799495357787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/06/salute-to-parents.html' title='A salute to parents'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111986298773929012</id><published>2005-06-27T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:03:09.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing with staring...</title><content type='html'>Its been a long, long time since I took public transport. For the past five years, I have been travelling by car. When I returned to Singapore, I went back to taking public transport. I noticed one obvious thing. Poeple stare at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cam acroos an article before on this issue. It was written by a non- Asian who made the observation that this behaviour of staring at strangers is apparent in the Asian countries especially Singapore. One of the reasons that she said to be the cause of this culture is that fact that we Asians are not confident with ourselves. Thus we tend to stare at people to see whtether the girl across the aisle is prettier than us or whether she is wearing something nicer that us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence according to this writer if we are confident with ourselves we will not be staring and analysing strangers. I don't know but maybe this may be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me I do tend to look at strangers but it is not because I want to compare myself with others. It is just that some times some peoples wear nice things. So I basicaly admire how they look and what they are wearing and if possible learn a thing or two about dressing up. There is no hidden agendas..And I don't stare at people for hours. I would just take a glance and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't deny that being stared by people is uncomfortable..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111986298773929012?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111986298773929012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111986298773929012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111986298773929012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111986298773929012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/06/thing-with-staring.html' title='The thing with staring...'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111934338325812460</id><published>2005-06-21T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:43:04.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Singapore... Oh Boy.. I really miss this place. Its been 5 years..Now I'm back here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a job inteview this afternoon. I will now apologise to all interviwers for the misconception I had on all of you... I always though they will be very fierce with a no nonsence attitude. Who would thought that the interviewer will be sweet lady. But I would have to say that it was a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem here. Initially when I got the offer for this job&lt;br /&gt;I din realise the company I would working with. Its a US multinational company with business all over the world especially in Asia. Unfortunately, it is a contract but it would be a very good exposure. I would accept it even though it is for three to six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going for another interview. I really like this job..So how now..Im not sure if I'l pass tomorrow's interview...Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hungry rite now..My aunt's maid is frying some noodles but I'l be having steamboat at my house...Y is my mom preparing steamboat? Simply because I took my family out for father's day dinner at a steamboat restaurant. It was simply amazing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111934338325812460?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111934338325812460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111934338325812460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111934338325812460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111934338325812460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111900155524676764</id><published>2005-06-17T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T17:45:55.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally stopped work on Wednesday. So I was at home the whole day doing small, small things like the laundry, cooking and cleaning my books and notes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point I realised that while I sometimes complain about my work, I actually like to work. I suppose if I were to like a particular job, I'll be able to stick to it and very happy. I can't wait to find another job... Whenever I worked, I felt productive. For the past month at work, there isn't much to do actually. I merely went to work and did some admin work and most of the time I surf the net. Yet somehow, I felt productive. Seriously, I do not know how I am going to handle not working for the next few weeks.. There;s a job waiting for me at the end of the month but its just the normal admin work. I haven't decided whether I want to accept the job.. Whatever lah...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will not be blogging as often because I'll be in Singapore and in Singapore I do not have as much access to the net as I do here. I've to think of ways to find access.. Maybe I'll go to my aunts' place and use their net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex  colleagues are actually taking me out for dinner tonight. Unfortunately, I just receivd a call from one of them who said that she can't make it cos she will be celebrating father's day today and she has to get a gift for him. Its not even her father but her father in law. Whatever lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I mentioned this before but there are a number of horrible people in my ex workplace..They are the ones who have been making the lives of the staffs here miserable. I heard that they fought among themselves today.. It was the happiest news that I heard today. Everyone was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, two of them are having an affair although they both have families... They thought they can keep it from us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111900155524676764?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111900155524676764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111900155524676764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111900155524676764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111900155524676764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-finally-stopped-work-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111863670526671872</id><published>2005-06-13T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T12:25:05.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work..and more wrok...</title><content type='html'>I've finally made up my mind to quit and my last day will be this Wednesday. I am afraid no doubt that I may not be able to find job which I can adapt to like my present one. Yet, I think I am making a smart move by changing my job for I think I need the exposure especially since I am very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my plan now would be to just get whatever job which can sustain me financially while I concentrate on my LLM. I might reconsider doing it full time since I have all the time in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my boyfriend yesterday and he told me to do another paper after completing my LLM. I thought of doing the ICSA course. My mom really wants me to be lawyer but I am seriously not ready to be one. I've seen many horrifying experiences of other lawyers that made me not go that path. Maybe one day I'll be a lawyer but I'll wait for my boyfriend to open up his own firm so that I can join him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough of my job.. I'm quite sick of speaking of it...By the way, my font has changed back to the original one. I've no idea what and how it happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote that I no longer want to talk about work but I can't help it because I am going to say something about one of my colleagues (MG). MG was upset with me and one of the seniors. She claimed that she does not belong to the college and the previous colleagues were all friendly. She made this comment all because we went for breakfast and lunch without asking her to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..Maybe its partly my fault for not asking her. But I used to ask her out. She declined to follow on the basis that she had a lot of work. Now she claimed to be free. How an I suppose to know that she is free?Further most of the time, I don't plan to go for lunch. Last Friday we went for lunch in a big group of six and went in two cars. We didn't plan it. It was a situation of one person inviting another and that other invites another. That was how the group for big. Plus she was on at work when we decided to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I didn't expect this from her. Sometimes its funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've one more story about her before I end my entry. We went out the other day and she drove her manual car. We went to a restaurant which was situated on a steep slope. Guess what she did? She drove up the steep slope in third gear. The engine of course switched off when we were in the course of going up the slope. The handbreak did not help to keep the car stationery and the car was reversing into the main road where cars are coming at full speed. It was a scary incident but it was seriously hilarious. I've never encountered such an incident in my life. We were laughing while trying to get the car up the slope and of course it was embarrassing because cars that pass by actually hooted and some guys were even laughing at us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111863670526671872?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111863670526671872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111863670526671872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111863670526671872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111863670526671872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/06/workand-more-wrok.html' title='Work..and more wrok...'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111770251522175248</id><published>2005-06-08T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:56:01.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes..</title><content type='html'>I have a question..How did my font size change?? I didn't change it. When I checked my blog today the size changed..What did I do???How do I change it back....???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a comment about my blog. It was said that my shorthand is very confusing. I'm so sorry. I didn't realise that. So from now on I will spell my words out properly. There is also another problem with my blog. I don't check for spelling errors. That I know...Sometimes I just lazy to do a spelling check.. But I'll start. I thank everyone for your comments especially the constructive ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my work place is getting worse. A meeting was held the last Friday where my senior lecturers were scolded by one of the other colleagues. This other person is a self claimed general manager for the tourism department. How can he scold them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my other colleagues are actually leaving..Good for them because the management gives them a very difficult time. I might be leaving too..I've been job hunting for the last week. Its very daunting. I guess I was lucky to be offered a job at this college right after my graduation. Now that I am finally looking for a job, I realised how far behind I am. It doesn't really matter what your qualification. Everyone seems to be asking for the same thing- experience- something that I don't have. I have never worked before in my life. This is my first job ever. It is a good experience because it opens up my eyes as to the range of persons that I will be dealing with. At this point I realised that 'people' are the most difficult to deal with. I don't know who I'm facing and everyday I face different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to find for jobs again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111770251522175248?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111770251522175248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111770251522175248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111770251522175248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111770251522175248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/06/changes.html' title='Changes..'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111733466867024818</id><published>2005-05-29T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T10:44:28.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a nice cool morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With rain plattering outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be great to be in bed, sipping hot chocolate with a good book in hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking me own sweet time to leave the bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... guess where I am???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my stupid office... Reading a newspaper articles titled, 'Why boys lag behind girls'...-Tho informative, I look pathetic...Watching my marketing executive frantically saving her computer having accidentally downloaded a virus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I really feel like screaming..Why...?Why..??Why.......???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111733466867024818?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111733466867024818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111733466867024818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111733466867024818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111733466867024818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-nice-cool-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111700269172188321</id><published>2005-05-25T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T09:03:24.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very frustrating day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It was a frustrating day yesterday... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I woke up at 6.00 to get to work by 7.45. I'm not a morning person so the fact tt I've to wake up early really pisses me off esp if it is not for something worthwhile. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I reached at 7.30 while my CEO arrived at 8.05- Our appointment was 10.30.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It will take us 2 Hrs to got there cos it is out of town&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CE drove to my Head of Faculty's (HOF) house at 20km/h. Upon reaching he sped up and din realise a bump ahead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My HOF took over the driving. On the highway he decided to follow the speed limit strictly which was 110km/h. I'm used to going at 140km/h. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plus we were late. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reached the venue and discovered that the personel tt we were suppose to meet went outstation for a workshop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Came back and went to the exam centre where my students were sitting for their exams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found out tt there was some construction work going on outside the exam centre.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The washrooms were also far- two blocks away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Came back to college at 4 where I was given the news tt i will be invigilating again today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is the world's most boring job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So all the above made me very frustrated yesterday. It also made me angry with three people:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The receptionist: When we arrived and asked for the personel, the receptionist told us tt she had a meeting. We thought it was an internal meeting so we tod him tt we will wait for her. He said fine- we can wait for her. 15 minutes later, he told us tt she went outstation. I am angry with the fact tt when I asked for the first time he should know tt she went outstation. Why did he have to make us wait for 15 minutes before telling us tt she was actually not around. this is utterly rubbish and clear cut inefficiency..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stupid personel: I made an appointment with her on Saturday. Saturday is only three days away from Tuesdau. Won't u know tt u are going for a workshp three days before it?Workshps are not planned within a short period of time. Unless it is some screwed up workshop which then explains why she is going. Is she stupid or blind? I asked her to check her schedule on Saturday and she confirmed many times tt she was free on Tuesday. I just don't get this kind of thing.. I was very angry with her. If i have the chance i will scold her the next time she fix an appointment with her. Unfortunately I'm not talking to her. My admin exec will be doing the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The School personel:I met with the school personel to see if they could ensure tt construction will not be carried out during the exam period. They, of course, refused, or else I would not be frustrated the whole day. they said the work had been going on for a long time and they want to get it over and done with it altho i don't see the urgency for it.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tt was how my day went- the only thing tt pacify me was tt i had my favourite food for lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/5251/320/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/5251/200/sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111700269172188321?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111700269172188321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111700269172188321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111700269172188321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111700269172188321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-very-frustrating-day.html' title='My very frustrating day..'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111656848297035952</id><published>2005-05-20T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T14:21:01.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colleague and boots...</title><content type='html'>Is it wrong if you get fed up when ur friend who keeps on telling u abt her bf??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend/colleague- i don't consider her to be a close friend but she tells me a lot of things, keeps on telling me abt her bf. Like how the bf won't allow her to open the house gate when it is raining for the fear tt she might fall sick; how her bf calls her a few thousand times a day; how her bf bought her a digicam when she went Hong Kong with her mon etc, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My objection is not towards the story but the fact tt she keeps on telling me how she doesn't like what her bf does. she keeps on saying how she feels suffocated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my question would be why does she cling on to him and she is getting married in July? Is it hypocracy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I envious of her cos my bf does not do all those things??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit tt I would like my bf to call me slightly more often blah, blah, blah..but I don't complain. I've accepted tt he's the way he is and if he decides to be extremely nice to me on a particular day, i'l just enjoy it and move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to talk to her every now and then. We even have lunch together. But recently, I don't cos she'l be complaining abt all the nice things tt her bf does..Haiz..I mean what is it tt u want??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough of her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a fashion related question: How do u wear a pair of boots without looking bitchy? Look at this one.. Isn't this nice??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/5251/320/jimmy_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/5251/200/jimmy_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to get one but my bf doesn't like it cos he said tt i'l look bitchy...So i'm still figuring this out??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111656848297035952?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111656848297035952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111656848297035952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111656848297035952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111656848297035952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/05/colleague-and-boots.html' title='Colleague and boots...'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111640365761133175</id><published>2005-05-18T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T16:07:37.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Joke' of the day..</title><content type='html'>Q: 'What do men do after sex?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Go back to their wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just me or does it not make any sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111640365761133175?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111640365761133175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111640365761133175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111640365761133175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111640365761133175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/05/joke-of-day.html' title='&apos;Joke&apos; of the day..'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111622166705856214</id><published>2005-05-16T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T14:46:29.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My tiring weekend and the day after..</title><content type='html'>Its lunch time now and I've my lunch early today.My complaint today would be the fact that I am so tired to the bones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chronology of my weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30-1.30: Work like a dog; attended a staff meeting which was of course long and boring.&lt;br /&gt;1.30 -3.00:Fetched my little sister and had lunch that I wou;d never have again at a pathetic place.&lt;br /&gt;3.00 onwards: Met up with my cousin who dropped by. Stayed in her hotel with her. she brought her daughter.So had to take her swimming which was very long and tiring. But there was an interesting site tho. A lady was seen in her bath robe 'catwalking' around her pool in her 4 inch stilettos.She was so out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at night and then on had a long bonding session with my cousin- something we used to do so often when we weren't busy which was a long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.00 in the morn: Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30: Awoken by the cutest niece on earth.Asking me to take her to the pool again. So I did my duties as the 'fun anutie' which i realised later was a huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30: Had an awfully late breakfast before getting ready to leave the hotel. Thought I was heading back home but my cousin decided to go to a mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.00: Came home for lunch.Again entertained my niece by bringing her to the garden and showing the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.00 onwards: My cousin left. I start reading my notes for my ACCA class. Marked assignments for my students. Reading and reading until 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.00:Tv time till 12. Went to sleep at one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like all the things tt I did during th eweekend din tire me enough tt I had to wake up at 6 in the morn cos I had to send off my sis to school. I was in college at 8.10. And whether u believe it or not I started working- I did filing cos my table looks like a dumpster; finally looked at the ACCA qn and realised that the area tt I lecture encompasses 40% of the entire paper. This launched me into my panic mode. From then till now (apart from blogging), I've been looking at questions and typing them for the students..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never looked at company law this much. Its one of my favourite area but I see it too much that I think I'm gonna vomit company law..I'm sick, sick and sick of looking at terms like issued share capital, the atricles, the memorandum, the directors, blah, blah, blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so exhausting...Worse still, my computer has been infected with some virus. So not my pc is at the clinic..The worst news of all is when my IT technician told me tt he might have to reformat my pc..How abt my hard work typed notes???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111622166705856214?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111622166705856214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111622166705856214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111622166705856214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111622166705856214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-tiring-weekend-and-day-after.html' title='My tiring weekend and the day after..'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111604684113985747</id><published>2005-05-14T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T13:00:41.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A horrible event in my workplace</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder how people can actually create trouble for u..I mean don't they have anything better to do?Let me site u an example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for an exhibition the other day representing my college with a colleague, an admin staff. Prior to the day, my head of faculty told us to bring a board so that we can paste info abt our college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day itself, the admin staff did the packing since he was assigned the job. I met him there.He bought along with him a clerk (stupid clerk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the exhibition. To my surprise there was no board..So I asked my colleague where was it. He told me he din bring it. I told him we can't do without the board cos out booth looks terribly empty and it will cost us our rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a clerk to go back to college to fetch the board but she refused even though she had no purpose to be there. Before coming she told me that she is following us to hep us set up the booth. So instead I sent the admin staff back to get the board- which was a waste of time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My admin staff left. The stupid clerk had the cheek to tell me that he has already asked the admin staff to bring everything. I said fine. So i set up the booth waiting for her to offer help but she went around the exhibition hall instead. She left later claiming that there was nothing for her to do since she was not a lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my admin staff came back with the board i asked him why din he bring the board. He told me that the clerk told him not to on the basis that there was a board there. The board that she meant was the partition that separates a booth from another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was appalled and speechless..I knew what her agenda was. U see my college is under a group of companies. This clerk is from another subsidiary but she frequently butts herself into college for no particular reason. She works closely with out president of the college. She has been trying so many many times to sabotage anything that we do simply because she wants to remove us. She wants to be in the college but she forgot that she is unqualified. So she'l try every manupilating things just to get my people in trouble. She managed to pull a fast one on my admin staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of behaviour is that??She does all these without the slightest feeling of guilt. FIY she occasionally holds back me cheque on the basis that she is too busy to bank in my cheque..She doesn't like me at all so she finds fault with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111604684113985747?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111604684113985747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111604684113985747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111604684113985747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111604684113985747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/05/horrible-event-in-my-workplace.html' title='A horrible event in my workplace'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111597662532582102</id><published>2005-05-13T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T12:19:22.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day spent...</title><content type='html'>I spend the entire day by typing a guide answer for my students. Just that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me the entire day to type it.. This was all because i was surfing the net at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I felt bad because I was surfing non-work related things on the pc. I met with my head of faculty to check on whether it is wrong if i were to surf on non-work related things. He told me it was fine as long as it didn't affect my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that I should not feel bad at all since I work really hard anyway. So this is one of the ways in which the college rewards me for my efforts. So political...I knows he has other agendas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then my college is quite relaxed when it comes to lecturers. This is one of the perks here- Flexibility..Luckily for my college we have yet to see any of the employees taking advanatges of the flexibility given. There is one tho who disappears for a long time once in a while. The disappearance is quite long actually- for about half a day.But she does her work quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pays off for my college to be relaxed with us. One thing for sure we are quite happy. Whenever there is some event organised by the college, the lecturer more often than not are willing to participate. Of course there are somethings and some people that we wish do not exist here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the admin staffs don't enjoy ths flexibility. They even have to clock out for lunch. Its a bit pathetic but I do know that if this is not done the staffs will take a very long break. This is especially so for the newcomers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i placed the current music head in my side bar but i cant thing of my current music. This is because i've been too busy with work to even sit and listen to music...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111597662532582102?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111597662532582102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111597662532582102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111597662532582102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111597662532582102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-day-spent.html' title='My day spent...'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111571244952608612</id><published>2005-05-10T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T16:38:06.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning and cheesecake</title><content type='html'>The semester had ended for the second and final year law students...They are now on their way to their exams-an experience that i wish not to relive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was going to feel sad when my students leave especially the final year students. They were the most serious, dedicated and commited to their studies than the rest.I bade them farewell and best wishes for their future endaevours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reasd somewhere that an end is a new beginning..This is very true indeed. While i've ended a semester with a batch of students, i'm beginning a new journey.A new batch of students awaits and I'm actually looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I'm beginning to commence my studies for my LLM-an important advancement of my education. I have not touched a single subject-not even stealing a glance on the subjects..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to plan my life in a more proper manner. I've realised that my main ambition generate a huge amount of income. My bf and I are planning on the steps that we are going to take to realise our aims..This of course requires me to consider in a more serious mode whether the academic field in my life long career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course on a shot term aim, I need to restructure my lecturing techniques. This means I will begin to amend my lecture notes, improve on my oratory skills and of course reas more to increase my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bf and I are also planning on our personal lives. We are both on the same channel fortunately- we are heading towards matrimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..in the next couple of months before my students come back from their holidays, I will spend a lot of time thinking and thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I've done a lot of work for the past year...&lt;br /&gt;For the amount of work I've put in the past year entitle me to a reward..And my reward is of course a highly fattening and mouth watering treat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/5251/320/cheesecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/5251/200/cheesecake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111571244952608612?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111571244952608612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111571244952608612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111571244952608612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111571244952608612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-beginning-and-cheesecake.html' title='A new beginning and cheesecake'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111563067356548716</id><published>2005-05-09T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T16:35:18.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new perspective on law</title><content type='html'>I've been working very hard lately..I even brought home work just to finish up on my work. While I am currently so tired of working, it made me realise one thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised something about my job as a lecturer. It made me realise how much I like law as a subject. To many it may be a boring subject because it involves numerous reading from various sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this course when I was 17. I had seriously no idea what it was all about. Even when I was in my final year and a guy asked me why I chose to do law, I had no answer for him. I actually said tt I stumbled upon the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought one day I might regret studying law but now I realise that I was wrong. I'm glad I studied law. It allows me to think about the substantive law at a different level. The thing about law is that it enables you to think outside the box. There are so many possibilities. I know the application of the law is totally different from the theorectical part of it. It is this theoretical part of the law tt I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think I'm not making a mistake when I registered for my LLM recently. I think I've chosen the right path. For once, I feel like I'm really in the correct path. Nobody force me into it. Everyday when I read more and more, I find more interesting facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'm going to aspire towards writing a paper on one of the law subject. It would be a long time plan. Of course not now and time soon cos my knowledge is very shallow. I know its difficult.But I'l try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've one worry..Does this nerdify me??I hope not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111563067356548716?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111563067356548716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111563067356548716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111563067356548716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111563067356548716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-perspective-on-law.html' title='A new perspective on law'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111458639533603159</id><published>2005-04-27T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:48:32.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All time favourite sitcom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/5251/320/Friends2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/5251/200/Friends2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda of sad that it had to end. But then how long can a series go?? Its my favourtie sitcom. I like the humour and the relationships they have among them. How supportive they are of one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people will tell me that its just a show hence it doesn't really happen in real life. Where can you get a group of people financially stable having a lot of time for coffee? But at least its an ideal. Its something to hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember learning some theories in jurisprudence when the jurist gave an ideal concept of law. It is something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to me this is how friends sitcom is. Its not so much of how nice their clothes are or how much money they are earning but the main thing is their relationships. Currently, I do have a group of freinds but we are not so closely nit. We meet up once in a while and tt's it. But in friends, they are like family.. Its not tt I don't like my family or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna start my own collection of friends. I have a friend who has the entire collection season 1-10..I think i'l do that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111458639533603159?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111458639533603159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111458639533603159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111458639533603159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111458639533603159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-time-favourite-sitcom.html' title='All time favourite sitcom...'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111415912645467630</id><published>2005-04-22T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T16:41:59.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current reading..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/5251/160/HP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/5251/100/HP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These books are currently read by me..Yes its very very late but I finally got the time to read. I jutt finished the first one but i can't help it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i've watched the movies..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111415912645467630?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111415912645467630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111415912645467630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111415912645467630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111415912645467630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/current-reading.html' title='Current reading..'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111415484534209957</id><published>2005-04-22T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T15:27:25.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mixture of feelings..</title><content type='html'>I currently, i've a mixture of feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm happy cos it friday..TGIF!!!Its funny when i was studying the days din really matter to me cos everyday was the same.Its about studying and studying.When i'm working, I look forward to weekends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Imy life's so tense right now.. My first batch of students are sitting for this exams this may..So pls pray for my students. I can see that they work very hard. Some of them are so into studying that they come for the wrong classes..I pity them sometimes but what to do. I went thru the same thing for the past how many  years of my life. And i'm gonna repeat it this for the next two and the half years cos i'l be sitting for my masters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly i'm feeling crappy.. Yesterday was a holiday but due to my hardworking-ness i was working for half day. I had a class tt I can't afford to miss. So i was here at 9 in the morn. My students wanted to push it later but i said no cos i was meeting my bf..He came back for a while cos he's a wedding to attend to this sun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel like working tomorrow..I am so tired..I feel like i wanna faint..Is there any doctors around??Can anyone give me an mc..It would be truly appreciated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly i'm excited..I've got my new computer..But it was missing something so i had to wait for my bf to fix it..I was all ready with my notes cos i thought i would get my pc yesterday and i could start doing my work on my new pc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly i'm frustrated..I can't call or sms anyone from my hp..I think something is wrong..I've been trying since morning..Its not the line cos my friend's phone is working..I paid my bills!!Whats wrong with my hp???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixly, I'm feeling a bit weird..Why are the students friendly with me..On wednesday a gorl said hello to me.This morn also a girl greeted me..Very very wierd..I don't teach them at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventhly, I'm worried for my colleague cos she rushed back home today cos she claimed something but she din say what..Mayb i'l ask her later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this possible??Can a person have a mixture of feeling at one time??Am I suffering from some illness tt can allow me to take an mc??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most overwhelming feeling is tt i'm dead tired. My brain is so painful from thinking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111415484534209957?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111415484534209957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111415484534209957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111415484534209957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111415484534209957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/mixture-of-feelings.html' title='A mixture of feelings..'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111381489766966603</id><published>2005-04-18T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T16:43:48.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/5251/320/sheila7haricd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/5251/200/sheila7haricd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just learn how to paste picture on my blog...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy..Call me crazy if u must..For a person like me who's internet illiterate this is real cool.. In case anyone's wondering ..This is an indonesian band and i luv luv luv this band..But i don't really understand what he says sometimes but its really nice to hear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111381489766966603?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111381489766966603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111381489766966603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111381489766966603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111381489766966603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/current-music_18.html' title='Current music'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111378827288793060</id><published>2005-04-18T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T16:33:29.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some things out of so many things that i don't have..</title><content type='html'>When i blogsurf, I sometimes come across blogs which display their current purchase of a new technology item. For example a current hit I think is the i-pod. Every where here and there someone either just purchased one or trying to get their hands on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...for me an i-pod is a bit far fetching..I'l tell u why...Yes judge me if u must..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still using a nokia 3315 handphone. no polyphonic thingy, pictures whatsoeva..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still using my old camera which my dad bought.. eemm...10 yrs ago..the last time i used it it got stuck or something and the film is still inside..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I yearn for a digi cam...my dad refused to buy one cos he said inter alia its too expensive, the old one is working fine, its too high tech for him...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This explains why my blog has no picture cos i don't have the thing people use to enable them to place pictures..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My computer at home was bought in 1996. But this has been solved cos my bf just bought me a new one.Just waiting for it to be installed somewhere this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are still using vcd when the entire universe have moved to dvd..That is partially solved cos my new pc has the dvd thingy..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My house has no cable either.so we are watching the boring local shows- this is again attributable to my dad who thinks its a waste of money and the fact tt we'l be hogging the tv all day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess thats abt it to sum up where i've been living all this while- a cave!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyone wanna tell me why i should be yearning for an i-pod tho i think its pretty?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111378827288793060?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111378827288793060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111378827288793060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111378827288793060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111378827288793060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-some-things-out-of-so-many-things.html' title='Just some things out of so many things that i don&apos;t have..'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111361618684707535</id><published>2005-04-16T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T08:48:52.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My work sux..</title><content type='html'>What is the date today?? Emmm.. let me see..Its the middle of the month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my pay today..So i can't bank in my money yet cos i'm working and by then the banks will be closed. So i've to wait till monday before i can bank it in nad i'l only get my money on Wed..Aaarghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my damn stupid college..The thing is this pay is for last month..Actually I got my pay yesterday but they cut my pay in Feb for no reason. BLoody hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought I took unpaid leave. How stupid can one person get?? So they were suppose to reimburse me in Mar. When i got my cheque yesterday, i saw the amount tt i was suppose to receive without the reimbursement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had to make a million and one phone calls to clear the problem..I was told that they forgot..Bloody hell..I really hate this. When it comes to collection of payment, they chase after u like crazy..When its abt paying, they'l delay like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally today they tolf me tt they'l postpone my reimbursement to April's pay.Stupid people..Seriously, my management is the stupidest lot of people I've met. Not forgetting my admin people.Actually not all lah only one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I've written abt her &lt;a href="http://http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/03/thing-abt-my-job-that-i-hate.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and her stupidity. She is still refusing to teach the new clerk any other work. So i thought the new clerk all the simple things. Like printing, typing things into the pc. I teach her at night cos she's normally working at night and i've night classes. I do all this just to spite that other stupid clerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its not for experience, i'l leave this stupid college..I'd rather find some other colleges..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111361618684707535?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111361618684707535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111361618684707535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111361618684707535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111361618684707535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-work-sux.html' title='My work sux..'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111338114784499911</id><published>2005-04-13T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:39:37.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first experience...</title><content type='html'>Its not anything dirty or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first experience of being unable to answer a student's query today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether it was because i was too tired or what but my brain just stopped thinking for that moment. The things is that it is not as if i din know the answer to the question. It was somewhere in my mind but i can't locate it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i practically stood there for a full minute trying to figure out the answer to be given to the student. It was a horrible moment- something i don't wanna go thru again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment i could see all the eyes of the students directly looking at me and waiting for my answer.Even those who are a bit lazy and couldn't really be bothered with class was waiting for an answer. And of all the times, my brain decided to switch off on me. I can't blame my brain cos i've been torturing it with the bulk of imput that i put in. And my students, of all days, all of them decided to listen attentively..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow after a minute, my brain decided to save me and i somehow managed to answer. Its seriously not a difficult question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily this was a relative small class. I can't imagine if it was a bigger class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111338114784499911?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111338114784499911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111338114784499911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111338114784499911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111338114784499911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-first-experience.html' title='My first experience...'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111318587097428854</id><published>2005-04-11T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T08:51:45.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that get caught on camera..</title><content type='html'>There is this show on TV abt the thinkgs that get cught on camera. Its a good show really..It exhibits that things people do when they think no one is watching them. Sometimes it can also be disgusting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the episodes tt i watched, it was abt the things people did in the office after office hours when they think that no one is around. A couple was actually cuaght making out like crazy. Another guy was singing and dancing at his work table. A girl was seen photocopying her boobs. The worst was this lady who would pee on her boss's chair whenever she had a bad day with the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the more disgusting ones was abt the things tt happened restaurants. A chef was caught sneezing at the food that he was going to serve. There was even picking of noses as they prepare the food. The most disgusting one was when a chef and his partner was making out at the cutting table in the kitchen with all the ingredients around them. They were all over each other and even had sex tho tt part was edited.The aftermath of it was shown to illustrate tt a love making session actually took place.. Eeee gross..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day i'm really choosy with restaurants. Luckily my bf doesn't like to eat out. So we always eat in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently, prince Charles was caught saying things to the interviewers. He din realise that there was a mic nearby to catch any small things that he said. The worst was he said the following-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These bloody people," Charles then muttered to his sons. "I can't bear that man. I mean, he's so awful, he really is." "I hate these people." Its funny how things can get caught on camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time u think u r alone, think again...I hope i don't see anyone i know on tv doing funny things cos they thought no one was around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i end my entry, anyone wanna guess what i'm doing rite now??no prizes for the correct answer but merely an affirmation that i'm pathetic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111318587097428854?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111318587097428854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111318587097428854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111318587097428854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111318587097428854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/things-that-get-caught-on-camera.html' title='Things that get caught on camera..'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111275657630832342</id><published>2005-04-06T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T11:09:24.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Wedding..</title><content type='html'>I heard that the royal wedding between Prince Charles and her partner has been postposned because it was on the same day as the Pope's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when he was still married to Princess Di, people used to comment that their relationship din work because three's a crowd. I mean there was Charles, Di and Ms C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Di has passed away, there are comments that the the relationship between Charles and Ms C is still crowded. This is because, Di is up there pulling the strings..Hehehe..That's why the wedding was postponed. Even tho Di's not around, she's still up there pulling the strings... Hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111275657630832342?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111275657630832342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111275657630832342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111275657630832342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111275657630832342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/royal-wedding.html' title='The Royal Wedding..'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111268973963788187</id><published>2005-04-05T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T16:28:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is way better..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="253" alt="Sophisticated and classy, you take shitty-tasting liquid and make it look beautiful and glamorous!!" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Stingraycer9/1059441491_resMartini.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!! You're a smart sophisticated and&lt;br /&gt;beautiful martini!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Stingraycer9/quizzes/What%20Drink%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Drink Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Finally something nice... But a bit pathetic since I'm suppose to be working rather than doing quizzes and blogging..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111268973963788187?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111268973963788187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111268973963788187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111268973963788187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111268973963788187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-way-better.html' title='This is way better..'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111268771228835025</id><published>2005-04-05T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T15:55:12.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I reallie reallie din realise this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: 1px solid; WIDTH: 125px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: verdana; HEIGHT: 257px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5px" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 51% Asshole/Bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 10px" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=dd4c0ca6-a554-4cbe-b0e7-bc17462a412e" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN-TOP: 5px" alt="Sort of Assholy or Bitchy!" src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=677b4d56-0480-46a8-9692-91c33814327d.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am abrasive, some people really hate me, but there may be a group of other tight knit assholes and bitches that I can hang out with and get me. Everybody else? Fuck ‘em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 5px" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 10px" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=dd4c0ca6-a554-4cbe-b0e7-bc17462a412e" target="_blank"&gt;Take the&lt;br /&gt;Asshole/Bitch Test&lt;br /&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seriously...I din expect this..I thought I was a nice person..I even like pink...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111268771228835025?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111268771228835025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111268771228835025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111268771228835025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111268771228835025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-reallie-reallie-din-realise-this.html' title='I reallie reallie din realise this...'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111260215081914152</id><published>2005-04-04T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T16:09:10.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing with templates, work and colleague</title><content type='html'>I just changed my template...Its nothing great cos i merely took it from the templates available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession: I don't know how to change my templates apart from using those provided for by blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed by the people's blog seriously. Its very lovely and different. Mine's pathetic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually love it if its pink cos that my favourite colour but its not very nice..I'l try to get my IT technician to teach me..I am pathetic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even went to sites to learn how to change the templates but there r none that are very comprehensive. Comprehensive here means it provide step by step instructions. Like my &lt;a href="http://haloscan.com"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt;.. Its amazing how i got throguh my LLB course when I don't even understand the workings of the computer and the net..I actually thought of taking a course. I asked my IT guy to teach me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised something..I've been to work for the past two weeks everyday. Meaning I've been working for 14 days straight. I was working for two sundays..Am i hardworking or what??Or maybe i'm just pathetic. I've got no life whatsoever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW i've a new colleague today. She just joined in as a full time lecturer. Before this she was lecturing part time here. She's a nice person. I had lunch with her with another colleague of mine. We were out for abt an hour plus and she started to panic. She said that under her pervious employment, the lunch break was only for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told her tt its ok..This is one thing i luv abt my job- my lunch hours are flexible. I can go for breakfast, lunch, tea and even dinner.. But we brought her back quite early...Maybe later when she's used to it we'l take her out longer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to get back to work.. I've to change my time table again cos there's a student who decided to join the revision classes and he's working. Hence he can only come for night classes. This is so problematic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111260215081914152?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111260215081914152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111260215081914152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111260215081914152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111260215081914152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/thing-with-templates-work-and.html' title='The thing with templates, work and colleague'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111259963467169141</id><published>2005-04-04T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:27:14.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111259963467169141?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111259963467169141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111259963467169141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111259963467169141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111259963467169141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/haloscan-commenting-and-tr_111259963467169141.html' title=''/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111249074114966474</id><published>2005-04-04T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T09:12:21.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My greatest apologies..</title><content type='html'>I apologise to those who commented my blog. Due to mu dumbness I deleted the comments from my blog. The problem is that I lost ur homepage else well. So I'm really, really sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case u visit again pls leave ur homepage so tt i can pay u a visit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111249074114966474?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111249074114966474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111249074114966474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111249074114966474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111249074114966474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-greatest-apologies.html' title='My greatest apologies..'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111250311698939064</id><published>2005-04-03T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T12:38:36.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no time to blog today actually but my fingers are pretty itchy. So I had to blog even if its for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may wonder why am I so busy on a sunday afternoon...Well...I'M WORKING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like i don't get enough of my college that i've to come back on sunday..I was here last sunday but guess what i decided to volunteer to work on sunday. I get replacement leave but how great is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more pathetic is that i've a class later from 2-5...I haven't even read enough to go in for class and I'm now hungry...I had breakfast but I am a growing child so i need to eat again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i have a colleague here with me and another colleague decided to drop by to say hi. He thought he'l be here for a while but he's here for abt two hours already. He had to go back for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i've to prepare for class and have lunch...I'm thinking of indian food today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111250311698939064?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111250311698939064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111250311698939064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111250311698939064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111250311698939064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-no-time-to-blog-today-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111249204554962542</id><published>2005-04-03T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T09:34:05.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Dude from Philly presents.... Up North Down South</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upnorthdownsouth.blogspot.com/"&gt;That Dude from Philly presents.... Up North Down South&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111249204554962542?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111249204554962542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111249204554962542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111249204554962542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111249204554962542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/that-dude-from-philly-presents-up.html' title='That Dude from Philly presents.... Up North Down South'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111249184090632358</id><published>2005-04-03T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T09:30:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amorous Rocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://amorousrocker.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Amorous Rocker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111249184090632358?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111249184090632358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111249184090632358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111249184090632358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111249184090632358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/amorous-rocker.html' title='The Amorous Rocker'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111240886738746137</id><published>2005-04-03T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T10:28:29.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, myself and I</title><content type='html'>I've been blogging for a while.. So I thought I could state 30 things about myself..So here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a recent graduate from &lt;a href="http://www.londonexternal.ac.uk"&gt;University of London&lt;/a&gt; (UOL). I love UOL. I'm doing my masters with Uol again..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and law used to be world's apart. I ended up doing law cos I was fed up with looking for some other courses. but now I love it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm currently lecturing in a small private college.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the college. I'm here to gain experience before I move elsewhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to eat spicy food although I'l perspire when I eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ultimate favourite food is jap food. If I always go to a jap restaurant, I'l be a pig.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Until recently, I realised tt I'm the world's most boring person cos the only thing i surf on the net relates to law.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Until I was 8, I thought that when it rained, the whole world was raining. It din occur to me that tt it doesn't work tt way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a child, I was quite slow. I din excel until the later parts of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was shy and I'm still am. I get very shy when I do something wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like when my uncle asked for papers meaning newspapers. I happily gave him a stack of blank papers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or the time when I fell down the stairs recently in front of my head of faculty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once, my dad wanted to go to my relative's place and was looking for it. I saw the sign board but I kept quiet cos I din wanna go there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've like a million relatives and my dad loves to go visiting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a nerd in disguise. People think I'm a bitch if they don't know me. They don't realise that I get satisfaction after reading an article on law.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cheated in an exam before but who hasn't?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But once I got more marks than I deserved but I kept quiet. Don't worry I'm not like tt anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I'm a pathetic sore loser who has very high expectation of myself. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no idea what I wanna do in my life. The fact tt I'm a lecturer is totally coincidental.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do know that I wanna make money to buy myself fendi and LV shoes and bags. I'm a girl so I can't help it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a shopaholic but I don't purchase on impulse unless I'm upset.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Im too lazy for sports. The last time I played sport was when I was 16. Last year I took part in a walkathon and I came in last.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can be quite a bitch sometimes esp with my students. I even told them I get to be bitchy cos I'm the lecturer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've got my driving licence 5 years ago but I rarely drives. Im quite scared actually.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes i'm easily scared. I don't watch horror movies cos I can't sleep after that. The last one I watch was 'Ju-on'- apparently the scarriest movie at tt time. I covered my face for abt 80% of the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't sing for nuts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't even like nuts except when its in forerro roche (i hope i get my spelling right)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Till today my bf doesn't know tt i've a blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a thing for dark skin guys..Esp the &lt;strong&gt;african-amercians&lt;/strong&gt;. I think they are so hot and sexy. my bf's not very dark though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh yes..I'm an internet illitrate. When i blogsurf I marvel at the pictures that are attached.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's me..There's more lah but It basically says what I wanna say at this monent..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111240886738746137?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111240886738746137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111240886738746137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111240886738746137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111240886738746137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, myself and I'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111234182015153434</id><published>2005-04-02T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T15:50:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing that pisses me off.</title><content type='html'>I don't know whether its me or is it the students here. Before anyone gets angry with me I'l exclude. I'm only referring to my students..Not any other students from anywhere in the world. I feel like there is something different abt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not that old. I just graduated last September and these studnets here a either my age, or slightly younger than me. Its not like I'm an old fart sitting and observing the changes in society thus being able to comment on people. Honestly, it feels different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a student I used to study very hard. I started studying quite early so that I don't rush towards the end.  I welcomed mox exams and tests as a practice for the real one. I did an external paper so our exam so my college did not set the real exams. It was done by university of london.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My students are a complete opposite. They will complain abt assigments, mox and extra classes. What is wrong with them? Don't they realise that it is for their benefit. I mean when I was their age,  I understood the reason for the tests, assignments etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my students don't even turn up for the exams which is quite unacceptable. I mean we do our part as the lecturers to prepare exam papaer, set aside time to mark their work and even prepare for classes. All they do is complain..What is the world coming into???I sound like an old fart now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes when i hear the students passing stupid comments with regards to the college and the exams, it pisses me off. Cos they think they are damn smart. If they are tt smart go and study on their own. Why do they come here and study? To waste money??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when they don't come for class and they ask for help. I'm a bit of a bitch when it comes to my students. If i have a class u better come cos I'm not gonna repeat the class for u. even if the attendance is zero (it hass never happened), I'l see it as if i've done tt class and I'l move on with the next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was a student, I knew when was my classes. When I miss class i don't go around begging for help. I know its my fault so Il read up on my own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing tt pisses me off the most is that they don't take their studies seriously and when they fail, they'l blame it on the college and of course the lecturer. I mean what the hell right?? This really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the lecturer is bad, then fine. You have the right t be angry and pass comments abt the college. this is what the students don't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, I was giving back their assignments. So I'l normally see those who did badly. So a students said:&lt;br /&gt;'Ms, if we don't do assignment then we need not to see you.' this is because if they see me i'l lecture them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told straight to their face, 'You better send in assignments and see me nor. If not you'l see me again next year in the same class.' For a while they kept quiet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what is it with them.. They really make me angry sometimes. I just scolded a class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not nice as a lecturer. My bf told me that I should be one cos I like to scold.. What does he know:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111234182015153434?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111234182015153434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111234182015153434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111234182015153434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111234182015153434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/04/thing-that-pisses-me-off.html' title='The thing that pisses me off.'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111199771378430198</id><published>2005-03-30T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T14:29:00.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Prisoner</title><content type='html'>I came across an article yesterday. It contains snippets from a book entitled, 'The Little Prisoner'. When I read the introduction, I felt like I had to find the book. It is a true story. After reading the entire article, it made me question whether I was strong enough to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a true account abt a girl who was the sexual slave to her step father. The article was merely an extract from the book. Yet its description epicts a horrifying experience. She wrote about the abuse that she took from her step father since she was 4. She had a translucent image of the experience during her younger day. But what she wrote was enough to describe the brutality of the step father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She claimed to have been sexually abuse before she was 6 but the first crystal clear memory of it was when she was six. She was rape when she was slightly older and it continued for 17 years, i.e., till she was 21. She was raped even when she was cohabiting with her boyfriend when she was 17 while her boyfriend went out to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally met an intelligent man who accepted her and didn't judge for something which she didn't do. She then made a police report and got the step father convicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her experience was horrifying. What was worse was that she feels that her mother knew about it. Her mother was also abused by this man but she did not protect the girl from harm. This was due to the fear of the man. Even when the girl finally made a police report, the mother shunned away from her and since then did not contact her cos she feels that her daughter was to blame now that the man was imprisoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't get it how can you pretend the harm didn't happen? I remember watching the CSI tho its a fiction but it had an impact on my life. It was the same thing where the girl was sexually abused by her step father and the worst part was when the father entered the girl's room it was the mother that closed the door behind her. It was like her mother consented to the girl being raped. So she gave birth to a girl from the rapes and when the daughter was old enough, the step father started abusing the daughter. So she decided to kill him before he does anytrhing worse thus bringing in the CSI part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be some psychological explanation for this type of behaviour. Expecially when you allow someone to harm your child. What is it? I just don't get it...For the victim its quite understanable cos she's afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way i visited a blog today and this blogger listed a number of sextual offenders whom he wants to have gangbang with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so scarry...Before I went to bed last night, I keep on telling myself that I'm so lucky tt I'm surrounded by people who loves me and would protect me from harm. Even if my dad and bf drops me off at home, they'l wait till i'm in my house before he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine what the victim goes through. I feel sad and scared that such persons exist in this world. I really hope that i'l never encounter such experience..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111199771378430198?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111199771378430198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111199771378430198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111199771378430198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111199771378430198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/03/little-prisoner.html' title='The Little Prisoner'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111197598061913031</id><published>2005-03-29T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T10:17:09.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing abt my title.</title><content type='html'>I'm already at work since 8.30 just now..I've nothing to say abt me and my work..It comes to a point where its beyond description. I've typed my exam questions and I'm now drinking chilled coffee with 'time out' chocolate bar...When i look at myself I can just shake my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised after blogging for a few weeks that my title does not make sense. My sis told me that I have an inclination with the term 'elle' cos of the movie 'legally blonde'. She said that I am so like 'elle'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resent to that cos first and foremost, I'm not filthy rich. I've registered for my masters recently and its coming out from my own pockets cos I think I might burden my parents since they've already paid a chunk of money for the college education. Maybe I have something in common with Elle: I luv pink. But I'm not in some sorority somewhere in the world or go for manicures and pedicures [Yet...my clleague and I were considering it last week before she feel ill]. But i do wish i own a posch... Someday maybe...Its enough if my bf gets it but I don't think he'l let me drive cos I'm a terrible driver. My dad said that Im too careful that people will hit me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway i'm thinking of changing my title. I blogsurf sometimes and I find that bloggers do try so add sense to their title. It will relate to their blog at least. Mine does not. It's not even abt 'elle' magazine. It is possible for the magazine to sue me of something? I studied law of intellectual property last year but I can't remember much. Maybe I should read up for konwledge purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem here is that I'm not really sure what I want my blog to be about. It's like a diary where I pen down events in my life but I don't get into details cos then it'l be very personal and why would I want to share my private life with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite bad at this. Its like writing an essay. I'm always stuck at the intro part. The thing is that the intro makes a huge difference in an essay. I always stress that out to my students. But they don't know that I myself get stuck here but I don't give up. I can rewrite an essay just because I don't like the intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I do like the term 'elle'. It sounds very chic and poised....&lt;br /&gt;Yes...I am a confused child....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111197598061913031?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111197598061913031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111197598061913031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111197598061913031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111197598061913031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/03/thing-abt-my-title.html' title='The thing abt my title.'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111191257581507090</id><published>2005-03-28T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T09:52:51.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing about Sundays...</title><content type='html'>When I was in secondary school I did not really appreciate sundays cos it was a day where you did a lot of homework and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got worse when I went to college cos the stupid clooege that I attended had lectures on the weekends. It was from 2-7 on sats and 9-5.30 on suns. So, its been a very long time since i last enjoyed a sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess where I am today which is a sunday? I am at work since 8.30 and I'm stil here. I can only leave at five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which is more pathetic? the fact that I was a nerd back in my college days or the facts that I volunteered to work on a sunday? My life gets more and more pathetic each day. As it is i work like a dog during the weekdays. The worse part is that it is not as if 'm getting a good pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should quit...but i love lecturing..Its funny how fast i get attached to this job (i'l explain abt me and lecturing one day). Further I'm a fresh graduate. And my bf always say that beggers can't be choosers..Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduated, I was at home most of the sundays. It was really wierd. I din know what the TV was showing that day. I always knew what the TV was showing cos then i'l be able to choose what i wanna to watch so that I can plan my study timetable without disturbance [Boo-hoo. I'm a nerd. My bf tells me like a million times that he's going out with a nerd].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that sundays are just aother day. I mean what is the difference with the other days? Is it overrated? Or are we really apreciating sundays as a day where we have no worries abt work? When you are driving there is also what we call the sunday drive. So on a weekday you can't drive slow cos people will hoot at you implying that it is not a sunday drive cos its non-sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered how that is possible to rest on sun cos every sunday i'l think of the fact that i have to work on mon and the worse thing is that on mon I've to be in by 8.30. Even when I'm not at work like today I can be at home preparing my notes or gearing up for my masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or is it that sundays have been overrated???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Its quite confirmed that I'm pathetic cos i had to blog abt sunday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111191257581507090?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111191257581507090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111191257581507090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111191257581507090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111191257581507090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/03/thing-about-sundays.html' title='The thing about Sundays...'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111156026470575141</id><published>2005-03-23T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:44:24.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheiss Weekly. Just as it says.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weeklyscheiss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scheiss Weekly. Just as it says.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111156026470575141?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111156026470575141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111156026470575141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111156026470575141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111156026470575141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/03/scheiss-weekly-just-as-it-says.html' title='Scheiss Weekly. Just as it says.'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111138980571361060</id><published>2005-03-22T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T15:27:08.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing abt blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I knew of this blog thing last year I think.. A friend of mine showed me one of our friend's blog. But I forgot abt it and came across it when I was surfing the net and came across someone's blog..Then I tried blogging for a month plus not recalling that one of my friends have a blog.I shopped cos my studies were taking too much time so I din have the time to blog..So my entries were very brief and irregular. Only last month or so was I told abt my friends blog and decided to take a peek and at the same time reminisced abt blogging. This brought me back to the blogging world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The thing is this none of my friends with blogs know the I've re-entered the blogging world. I don't know why but it feels weird. I'm not the type of person who shares my life with others. I don't even share them with my bf certain things. I used to have an old fashioned diary where I write things that happened in my life. Even now I write in it occasionally. That diary is private to me and my bf only looked at it once. He's been asking me for it but I din pass to him. In that diary i'l record all my feelings abt the things that happened: some happy and some sad. I tend to say bad things abt people in there too but u see its private.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For this very reason, none of my friends know that i'm back here. They may come across it but I dont think they'l recognise that its me. This will allow me to say what I really wanna say without being judge since people only know me as a blog but not a person. I came across a blog before and this person wrote, 'Dun judge me by my blog but judge me by the person I am.' [Unfortunately I can't remember the site].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its difficult to do that esp when you know who the person is. The thing is why would you write something that you don't believe in?If your blog doesn't represent you won't ur blog become pretentious. I not saying the writer of that blog is wrong cos she's entitled to write anything she wans since its her blog..But it raises a question: What is it that people write in here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Personally I think my blog should have truth in it. Its my expression of the things that occur around me...Its all abt the truth....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111138980571361060?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111138980571361060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111138980571361060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111138980571361060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111138980571361060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/03/thing-abt-blogging.html' title='The thing abt blogging'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111119571949066799</id><published>2005-03-20T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:31:16.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing abt my job that i hate..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just realise that there is one thing that I hate abt my job: The cleck in the admin side. My college is a relatively small college so we are basically divided into two main departments:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;academic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;administration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;While my job is basically to prepare the notes for my classes, the admin side will ensure that they are photocopied. So today on a saturday, I came to work at 8.30 although I have a afternoon class (On saturdays we work half day so its either we come in the morn of in the afternoon). The reason why I came early was because I wanted to prepare noteds for my class. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So after having types out the notes, I went to the stupid clerk to get it printed out. She told me that I need to get approval first and gave me a form to fill in. The thing is that the day before I was also asked to fill in the form for my notes. I spoke to the head of my faculty and he told me that if all that I was printing out was questions for the tutorials, there is no need to get the approval. I told her that and she said that we need to fill in the form for everything. So fine I did. Then she told me that she can't get it ready by today cos we are suppose to pass it to her three days in advance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I told her that I can't do tht cos I've a lot of work to do. The thing is this: My subjects are all newly introduced by the college so I've to start afresh. There is no notes whatso ever that I can take to cut and paste. I told her that but she refuse to understand saying that she has a lot of work to do. I know she's busy but there is another clerk there. Most of the time this other clerk does not do anything apart from photocopying notes. this stupid clerk does not want to delegate her job to the other clerk cos she feels threatened by it cos this other clerk is more educated than her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So it is my fault if she is damn busy?I don't think so...Its her own fault for not delegating the work..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Its not only that..She only told me abt the three day rule. She din say to the other lecturers esp the senior ones cos she's afraid. She has problems working with me becuase I was once a student in this college. At that time she was a staff already so our position was that of a student and the admin staff. Now that I'm her colleague and that since I'm a lecturer, my positionis higher than her she finds it hard to accept. She is quite rude with the sutdents cos to her y should she respect them cos they are only the students. Now that I'm a lecturer here and she has to take orders from me she can't accept that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My question again: IS THAT MY PROBLEM???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Because of our past relationship I gave her face in the sense that I'm not very harsh on her. But since she tries to make my life difficult guess what I did???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went straight to the Head of my faculty and told him abt her.. He told me that I'm excused from the three day rule because of my situation..So after this I'm going downstairs to collect my notes and tell her that smugly...muahahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111119571949066799?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111119571949066799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111119571949066799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111119571949066799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111119571949066799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/03/thing-abt-my-job-that-i-hate.html' title='The thing abt my job that i hate..'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111111993915598234</id><published>2005-03-19T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:34:12.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing abt my Students..</title><content type='html'>A great thing abt my job is my students. I'm a lecturer in a private college. My students are abt 20 years and above. Sometimes I feel like quitting because the bulk of the work is crazy. The thing that makes me stay is of course my students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One batch of students are actually leaving this year cos this is their final year. I feel sad that they are leaving. I'm so used to them that the thought of getting new students is quite daunting. It's just that I don't know if they can be something like this batch. This is not my favourite batch tho but I do like the class. I know that I'm suppose to remain neutral. I don't favour one class against another. But all I want is that everytime I'l look forward to my classes. That's not too much to ask rite...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'l end my entry with snippets of what happenned in class yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: We've sent ur last exam marks to ur parents. Pls do well in the next exams so tt none of ur parents'l call us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student A: Miss, you mean parents will really call up the college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Yes...(This student din realise tt her own father just called up to enquire abt her and I din tell her nor the class abt it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student B: Miss, these parents have nothing better to they. These are the lost parents with their lost children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: (I wanted to laugh cos Student B din know tt students A' s father just called)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student A: Yes lah miss. These parents have nothing better to do..They don't even know their own children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: (At that point I really wanted to laugh tt I had to give them a two minutes break to setyle myself down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't my students the best???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111111993915598234?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111111993915598234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111111993915598234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111111993915598234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111111993915598234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/03/thing-abt-my-students.html' title='The thing abt my Students..'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111105101141280829</id><published>2005-03-18T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:32:36.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing with frustration...</title><content type='html'>I have to confession to make...I'm an internet illiterate..I know how to get around to find the things that I want but there are just some things that I just don't understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is this when I want to do something using the net, the instructions must be crystal clear..For example when I went to Haloscon.com to get the commentting thingy, it was so simple just follow the instructions.. I cannot get it when the instructions are so brief. So it gets frustrating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'l try one more time. Maybe i'l get luckier....&lt;br /&gt;It's so irritating..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111105101141280829?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111105101141280829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111105101141280829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111105101141280829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111105101141280829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/03/thing-with-frustration.html' title='The thing with frustration...'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11480169.post-111094561932166381</id><published>2005-03-17T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T12:16:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>I've tried blogging before but i stopped and even deleted my blog...I can't even remeber the name of my previous blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i'm back because finally after years of hard work to obtain a degree i'm finally free..I not totally free cos i'm now working and my job is one from hell...The amount of work here is madness..For example I left work at 10pm last night and i clocked in this morning at abt 9.30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one best part of my job is tt i've unlimited access to the net..Hence this brought me back to blogging after a friend of mine suggested i visit her blog..so as i check out her blog i reminised the times i spent blogging and how much i missed it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back in this blogging world..HELLO WORLD...Its a great feeling to be connected to the world....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11480169-111094561932166381?l=pebblesnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/feeds/111094561932166381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11480169&amp;postID=111094561932166381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111094561932166381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11480169/posts/default/111094561932166381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebblesnb.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Pebbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837132267554693928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.polarbear.org.uk/images/polar26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
