<?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-5980206</id><updated>2011-07-31T11:51:33.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Dong Updates</title><subtitle type='html'>Ding Dong Speaks</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-810383878510610182</id><published>2010-01-09T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:17:44.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refresher Course</title><summary type='text'>There are some things that we tend overlook as we are always busy seeing our patients. Especially, given the number of choices of materials to choose from these days. Going for a quick refresher/update course is definitely a good idea.

Just a quick summary for my friends who missed it today.
Please email me for a more complete notes if you want.

Indications of choice of crown materials


   PFM</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/810383878510610182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/810383878510610182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#810383878510610182' title='Refresher Course'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-3419348768654911620</id><published>2010-01-01T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:55:56.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to 2010</title><summary type='text'>Spent the last day of 2009 with a nice homecook meal with Lulin at home. Went down to DS place for a small gathering and countdown together with the class. And once again Texas Holdem.
Time to pen down my list of new year resolutions.

1. Europe tour
2. Exercise more, eat healthier
3. Strengthen relationships
4. Career Stuffs

Sounds like a really vague list.. But i guess no point in trying to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/3419348768654911620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/3419348768654911620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3419348768654911620' title='Welcome to 2010'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-6883473640066040378</id><published>2009-12-27T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:01:23.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas</title><summary type='text'>Merry Xmas to Everyone.


Took this photo on Xmas Eve at Orchard. Guess who is this fantastic street dancer.
Been having quite a bit of fun with my new toy. I'm still quite a noob when it comes to photography.
But its really handy during this festive season.

Class Xmas Party this year is once again at Kenneth place. Really got to thank Kenneth for being such a great host. Lets hope that we can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/6883473640066040378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/6883473640066040378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6883473640066040378' title='Merry Xmas'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVxPLZyUPPc/SzcPylT3DKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-2XYQtIPPPU/s72-c/DSC_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-2407251641819609641</id><published>2009-12-06T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:15:55.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Conversations</title><summary type='text'>Just came back from dinner with my college friends. Funny how we ended up in totally different line of work.
Something came up during dinner conversation that strucks me. Wenyi kind of mentioned that drs (that include dentists i guess) somehow will always talk about money.

Shouldn't healthcare be a self-sacrificing job? You do it for the passion, for the compassion you have for the sick and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/2407251641819609641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/2407251641819609641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2407251641819609641' title='Dinner Conversations'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-5121009522583418929</id><published>2009-11-19T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:27:26.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Years</title><summary type='text'>Okay yet another birthday.
Everytime when I celebrate yet another birthday. I always have this mixed feeling.
On one hand I am happy for everything that I have. More often than not I feel that I'm quite a blessed person.

Yet on the other hand, when i desperately try to list my achievements from my years of being. I realised I can hardly name one. Anyways enough of negative thoughts. At least </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/5121009522583418929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/5121009522583418929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5121009522583418929' title='27 Years'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-3120361126936701438</id><published>2009-09-11T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:18:14.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing is a Cruel Sport</title><summary type='text'>As much as i would like to highlight that I still think fishing is a cruel sport. I got to say i did had some fun today doing some prawn fishing.

Went to this place called the Bottle Tree Park with Lulin after work today. (For pictures of that place please refer to Bran's Blog). That's the problem with working in SAF, No camera and no camera phones.

Anyways with 2.5hr and a single rod. 15 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/3120361126936701438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/3120361126936701438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3120361126936701438' title='Fishing is a Cruel Sport'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-2049947860780462085</id><published>2009-09-01T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:56:33.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living as if I am going to live forever</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes i wonder what am i doing my life.
Living as if I am going to live forever.
I have dreams. I have aims. I have plans. Everyday I am taking a small step towards them.
Yet I feel sorry for myself for not living for the moment.
Delayed gratification is my way of living. But I guess i will regret if i die and never lived the life i wanted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/2049947860780462085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/2049947860780462085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2049947860780462085' title='Living as if I am going to live forever'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-6635481683819520596</id><published>2009-08-27T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:46:09.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Alive!</title><summary type='text'>Decided to revive my blog after 2 years.
Step 1: Add a Cbox to my blog
Step 2: Put up a new post

Well.. now its officially alive. I hope.

Was thinking of getting lulin to contribute to writing in here also. And since I dun have any camera (not even a camera phone), she can post the photos we took as well. 
For now this blog is similar to someone who just regained consciousness after remaining </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/6635481683819520596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/6635481683819520596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6635481683819520596' title='Its Alive!'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-4054980042434333755</id><published>2007-06-02T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:06:54.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Dong No More</title><summary type='text'>Finally everything is over.The end of this journey marks the beginning of another.The plan for my next 10 years has begun. The most exciting stage of life.So many stuffs that i wanna do.Where do i start?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/4054980042434333755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/4054980042434333755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4054980042434333755' title='Ding Dong No More'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-117052912807335754</id><published>2007-02-04T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T02:59:14.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End is Near</title><summary type='text'>Its coming to an end pretty soon.Was having dinner with ws &amp; ds, somehow our topics were never far off from dentistry. Thinking about how we went thru the past few years. All the times we spent in the lab etc etc.Perhaps things will end so fast that we wun even realised. Before I know it 1 month has already passed. 33 more days to go. Who will make it? Only then we will know.Well, we thought that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/117052912807335754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/117052912807335754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117052912807335754' title='The End is Near'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-116776060373506968</id><published>2007-01-03T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T01:56:43.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post Of 2007</title><summary type='text'>2007 is finally here.Dental Class of 2007. Are you all ready? Final term is here. Make it or Break it.Work aside. I believed 2007 is gonna be a great year. Saw a complete rainbow on the very 1st day of this year. Too bad i didnt take the opportunity to stop my car and take a better look at it. The anticipation of graduating is killing me. I have dreamt of becoming a university graduate since as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/116776060373506968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/116776060373506968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116776060373506968' title='First Post Of 2007'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-116499951851343034</id><published>2006-12-02T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T02:58:38.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Time</title><summary type='text'>The long awaited hols finally started.Oh well.. The 1st week is already kind of over. So we are practically left with 3 more weeks to enjoy before the final term.Well, nothing can stop us from having fun I guess. Though we gonna start school on 26th Dec which is like right after Christmas. I wonder who else besides us get this kind of arrangement from school? Well, since its the final term, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/116499951851343034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/116499951851343034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116499951851343034' title='Break Time'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-116342515634765228</id><published>2006-11-13T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:40:23.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISTJ???</title><summary type='text'>You Are An ISTJThe Duty FulfillerYou are responsible, reliable, and hardworking - you get the job done.You prefer productive hobbies, like woodworking or knittings.Quiet and serious, you are well prepared for whatever life hands you.Conservative and down-to-earth, you hardly ever do anything crazy.You would make a great business executive, accountant, or lawyer.What's" Your Personality Type?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/116342515634765228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/116342515634765228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116342515634765228' title='ISTJ???'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-116109420941098989</id><published>2006-10-17T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:21:05.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Professors</title><summary type='text'>Feeling kind of weird that we have to be chased out of the lab by 6.30pm. In school of dentistry, U get penalised for being hardworking. But honestly, I swear to god I prefer to be anywhere else except the lab. But damnit I have to be there to do those labwork so that i can be ready for clinics etc etc which will eventually help me graduate.I really dun understand their rationale. Why makes life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/116109420941098989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/116109420941098989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116109420941098989' title='Dear Professors'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-115963821541867707</id><published>2006-10-01T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T03:38:10.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing The Light</title><summary type='text'>Got through the 1st week of school pretty well. Ended well with the steamboat dinner with the guys on Friday Nite. As usual, guys talk is always FON yet light-hearted. We are all glad that things are finally closing to an end. 2 more terms we will be able to get out of this shit hole. But before that we just have to keep going.Enough about school. I am actually already thinking of where we should</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/115963821541867707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/115963821541867707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115963821541867707' title='Seeing The Light'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-115884722795701454</id><published>2006-09-21T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:00:27.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Want??</title><summary type='text'>Just came back from Japan 2 days agoMet up with Eugene and Peanut yesterday.I love to meet my frds where we can share whats going on with our life so we do not lose touch.Today "class gathering" to book chair etc.But these are just the things that i does.I've been thinking about what i want in my life.What kind of life i wanna live, which kind of woman i wanna spend the rest of my life with or do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/115884722795701454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/115884722795701454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115884722795701454' title='What I Want??'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-115600732615519945</id><published>2006-08-20T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T01:08:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun Disappear From My Life</title><summary type='text'>Met my JC guys last nite. Though its just a short dinner. I always like to meet my friends. Good too see that everyone is doing fine. I guess thats how friendship works, got to put in a bit of effort to maintain. Its quite hard to keep up with whats going on in their life. Perhaps they dunno much about wats going on for me too. But I guess, keeping in touch is the bare minimal that we can do.Even</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/115600732615519945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/115600732615519945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115600732615519945' title='Dun Disappear From My Life'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-115548455652776626</id><published>2006-08-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:55:56.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Line</title><summary type='text'>I wasn't entirely sure of the history of my line until the recent All-Night-Long. So here it goes.Ken--&gt;Allan?(Never see b4)--&gt;Wei Yan--&gt;Zawoo--&gt;Me--&gt;Jean--&gt;Wai Seng--&gt;Deborah.This year the all-nite-long wasnt as exciting. They took out the confidence walk and i think all have toned down. But still many came to see this new batch. Its really kinda fast when i start to think back. It wasnt too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/115548455652776626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/115548455652776626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115548455652776626' title='My Line'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-115314415955718686</id><published>2006-07-17T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:49:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearth Of Labwork</title><summary type='text'>I am going through the time of no labwork... Many may say thats good. To me its a sign of unproductivity. I am desperate to get back on track. To see my patients and get started with doing all the labworks and issuing all the stuffs I have targetted myself to by the end of this term.My pace is slow, I feel that I am going to lose the race. So many screw-up this term. Every week I will get at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/115314415955718686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/115314415955718686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115314415955718686' title='Dearth Of Labwork'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-115184690817249473</id><published>2006-07-02T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:28:28.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am afraid.</title><summary type='text'>I feel afraid. School is gonna start tomolo and I am very afraid of the unknown. Not being able to plan for the full 9 weeks has given me a lot of uneasiness. I probably will end up tackle each day as it comes rather than the concise planning i had the previous term.I really hope that things can go my way. Moreover to go thru the booking of the sessions again and again is really way too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/115184690817249473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/115184690817249473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115184690817249473' title='I am afraid.'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-114838325757947275</id><published>2006-05-23T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:20:57.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment and Anger</title><summary type='text'>For the 1st time after a very long while, I snapped.Maybe its just too much, maybe enough is enough, maybe its just me.Factors like cancer, like diabetes, like periodontitis, its multifactorial.I asked myself, is it something i didnt do, or is it I tried too hard.I accessed myself. I think I am a good friend. I'll go all out to help a friend. I'll send a frd home even if he/she stays in Jurong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114838325757947275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114838325757947275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114838325757947275' title='Disappointment and Anger'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-114806129461777980</id><published>2006-05-20T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:54:54.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>34-2</title><summary type='text'>Well.. one less to fight for triming machine, space to mount cast and of course instructors. She has decided to leave this sucky place for good. All I'll say is that its a pity, she has good hands. Still if its a calling, then go for it gal.Like the card says You will be missed.I guess many have written about this incident in their blog so dun think i need to explain further. Just be happy.More </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114806129461777980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114806129461777980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114806129461777980' title='34-2'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-114719241717733619</id><published>2006-05-10T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T00:33:37.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Bye</title><summary type='text'>Well.. I lost my exam case. Honestly, I am not that happy about it. Especially after I've spent so much time on it. Its okay I guess. I just have to keep going on.Was talking to one of my classmate, he was saying things about helping the slower ppl etc etc. Not that I am seriously in need of help, perhaps I am but I'm more of a lone ranger. But it will feel good if ppl mention ur name that are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114719241717733619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114719241717733619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114719241717733619' title='Bye Bye Bye'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-114657937297428374</id><published>2006-05-02T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:16:12.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><summary type='text'>I should have known that today is gonna be a bad day. If u get spontaneous chest pain that radiates to ur arm and back with breathing difficulty while doing scaling and polishing for ur patient. Its either a sign of angina/AMI or simply a warning of a real bad day.I am not able to see my 3rd patient for today (thankfully he is my cousin-in-law). That the 1st bad sign. But clinic overall wasnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114657937297428374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114657937297428374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114657937297428374' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-114545989095200644</id><published>2006-04-19T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T23:18:10.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Going</title><summary type='text'>Thats what I tell myself everyday. Keep going. Patients default, criterias unfulfilled, patients unsuitable, patients decide to leave S'pore for good, getting book for ending late. I just say, keep going, do whatever I can do. Plan whatever i can plan. Still things are never smooth.Ppl outside dental school can never understand our agony, our situation. School is not just school. Everyday is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114545989095200644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114545989095200644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114545989095200644' title='Keep Going'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-114451285554061620</id><published>2006-04-09T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:14:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Not To Do!!!</title><summary type='text'>I am awake now coz my dear sister force me out of my bed at 12 midnight just to fix her stupid wireless connnection for her lappy.Things one should never do is to force a person sleeping to wake up and do some stupid nonsense like this. For one I will get damn damn damn freaking pissed off. Under the influence of lack of sleep and stressful violent nightmares I've been having, she is actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114451285554061620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114451285554061620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114451285554061620' title='Things Not To Do!!!'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-114435524792086107</id><published>2006-04-07T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T04:27:27.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Next Level</title><summary type='text'>Literally, indeed I am officially up to the next level to Clinic 3 which presently is in quite a mess and personally I do not like mess. It give me the feeling of unease and what I see influence my mood. I believed it works very much of many ppl. So I'll be expecting the ppl who works there to be in a pretty bad mood when I starts my clinics in this new playground. Let's hope we dun get screwed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114435524792086107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114435524792086107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114435524792086107' title='To The Next Level'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-114288278376714301</id><published>2006-03-21T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T03:26:23.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous Story</title><summary type='text'>I dunno how to start. But I am simply amazed, irritated, pissed, upset and whatever by this whole bloodly situation. Perhaps many might be offended by this entry. Do not read if you are narrow-minded.Class of 2007 (hopefully) finally cleared stage 3 of their 4 years quest to attain enlightment. It all started with someone saying: Why not we go to Redang? Many said yes, some said no and as usually</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114288278376714301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114288278376714301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114288278376714301' title='Ridiculous Story'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-114261311368571005</id><published>2006-03-18T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T00:31:53.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9hrs Again</title><summary type='text'>In exactly 9 hrs time. My exam will officially be over. Provided no Viva. Viva result for Oral Pathology and Surgery are out today. Luckily no one got any extinction viva.Hopefully everythings goes well tomorrow then we all can have fun.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114261311368571005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114261311368571005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114261311368571005' title='9hrs Again'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-114219472897415189</id><published>2006-03-13T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T04:18:48.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 more hrs</title><summary type='text'>In 12 hr time, my 1st paper of this exam will be over. The only reason why I am blogging now is simply becoz I know that even if I were to off the lights and try to sleep, I'll be awake until ard 6/7am. This has been happening to me for the past few days.I think probably becoz I truly have no confidence even in passing this exam. We have no CAs for the past year for medicine and surgery, so pass/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114219472897415189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114219472897415189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114219472897415189' title='9 more hrs'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-114193362403796538</id><published>2006-03-10T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T03:47:04.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRing In Progress</title><summary type='text'>Just read Wendy's blog. Time really really flies, faster than what we usually think it does. They are all gonna graduate liao. I can't imagine calling Wendy by Dr Chuah. She mentioned that she is going to Europe after her papers, sounds like presents to me.Can't wait for my turn next year. Though nothing is confirmed yet. But I am really keen. At least it is one thing that i really look forward </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114193362403796538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114193362403796538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114193362403796538' title='DRing In Progress'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-114166768368150682</id><published>2006-03-07T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T01:55:10.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was Bored...</title><summary type='text'>Your Heart Is BlueLove is a doing word for you. You know it's love when you treat each other well.You are a giving lover, but you don't give too much. You expect something in return.Your flirting style: FriendlyYour lucky first date: Lunch at an outdoor cafeYour dream lover: Is both generous and selfishWhat you bring to relationships: LoyaltyWhat Color Heart Do You Have?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114166768368150682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114166768368150682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114166768368150682' title='I was Bored...'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-114158463972788113</id><published>2006-03-06T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T03:05:41.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Goodbye</title><summary type='text'>Just wanna introduce this song by Wang Li Hong...I like it. Wanna let Lulin hear it, too bad she sleep liao.Well, which normal person will be awake now beside Geng Feng.http://blog.tpp8.com/User/lovely_cat/1930341212201.mp3Anyways I just did Eugene's Johari Window. Surprisingly I chose all the traits he had chosen for himself. Back to mugging I guess. 1 week of hell, 1 week of exam, then we shall</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114158463972788113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114158463972788113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114158463972788113' title='Kiss Goodbye'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-114141067454449185</id><published>2006-03-04T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T02:40:29.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep</title><summary type='text'>Although I usually sleep really little. And my bedtime can be ard 2am. But I really got trouble trying to get to sleep.Perhaps its the impending doom. My 3rd BDS final exam is just 9 days away. I think i am really in trouble. Anyways decided to start this Johari thingy for fun.http://kevan.org/johari?name=Stanley_Kokactually this one more funhttp://kevan.org/nohari?name=Stanley_Kokhelp me do ok..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114141067454449185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/114141067454449185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114141067454449185' title='I can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-113829306094491654</id><published>2006-01-27T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T00:31:01.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'F'eeling 'F'unny</title><summary type='text'>Feeling funny today.Perhaps I am having too many emotions, thoughts, plans. ie the things your brain usually does but in a mixed up manner.Bad news of the week, I flunged my CAs. Getting F for both paper (I call it 'F'inal 'F'antasy). Honestly, it is kind of expected given that I never truly understood Oral pathology. I have perhaps been putting in too much emphasis on my clinical work for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/113829306094491654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/113829306094491654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113829306094491654' title='&apos;F&apos;eeling &apos;F&apos;unny'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-113068673468845119</id><published>2005-10-30T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T23:46:08.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reported Speech</title><summary type='text'>Well, its Sunday nite. And once again I am suffering from Pre-school blue sydrome. I, as usual have tonnes of things to do. Yet, I am not doing. Read a dozen books prepare for clinics tomolo, etc etc. But I just ended up stoning in front of my comp. Reading blogs (mostly un-updated), probably most ppl are too busy with their life to blog.Anyways, nothing much to say, just glad that I have a well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/113068673468845119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/113068673468845119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113068673468845119' title='Reported Speech'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-113017003382433098</id><published>2005-10-24T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:43:49.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Poisoned Me, Mind Intoxicated Me.</title><summary type='text'>I should either be sleeping or studying now. I can't sleep coz I've slept too much through out the whole of today and yesterday. I can't study becoz the medication i took just cause too much drowsiness that I am getting dbl vision while reading the notes.Anyways, today is the 1st time ever that I have taken a sick leave since I started clinics from end of Year 2. And its the 1st time that I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/113017003382433098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/113017003382433098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113017003382433098' title='Food Poisoned Me, Mind Intoxicated Me.'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-112877763574709959</id><published>2005-10-08T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T21:20:38.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells</title><summary type='text'>Today, I attended Wei Hon and Lynn Hwee church wedding.Its my very first friends' wedding. I must say that it is really quite nice to have a church wedding. The only problem is that I think I might fall asleep while the pastor is doing all the readings and I am no christian.Anyways, I just had some baileys from the left over from last Friday after the wire bending session. Feeling rather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/112877763574709959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/112877763574709959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112877763574709959' title='Wedding Bells'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-112836022589320846</id><published>2005-10-04T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T01:23:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams &amp; Reality</title><summary type='text'>Talking to JR while helping (more of itchy fingers) her to do some work. Turned out to worse I guess. Somehow the conversation diverted towards my future career as a prothodontist. Its funny how she could have more faith than myself to think that I gonna end up becoming a prosthodontist. Flattered I must say I am. Yet, I know myself better to pass a fairer judgement: I am just not good enough.As </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/112836022589320846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/112836022589320846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112836022589320846' title='Dreams &amp; Reality'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-112757217626491017</id><published>2005-09-24T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:30:39.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back In Body, Not Heart</title><summary type='text'>I am just too lazy, there is a thousand a 1 thing that i shd do but i still did not. A very good example is to find a new back ground for my blog since the pics are no longer in existence. Well.. I'm too lazy. Thats just a good excuse to use.Anyways, I love being back home, I love my bed, my room, my com and of course the only reason I have decided to come back and not hide somewhere in US so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/112757217626491017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/112757217626491017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112757217626491017' title='I&apos;m Back In Body, Not Heart'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-112664401223322298</id><published>2005-09-14T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T04:40:12.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting from LA</title><summary type='text'>Well.. for all those who thought that the blog is officially down, sorry to disappoint you folks coz I'm back to complain.Still about school.I realised how ignorant i was when i was back in Singapore. All that was on my mind is to complete schedules, mug hard and get pissed when some stuffs screwed up. Things dun need to be like this. The students in Loma Linda are so relaxed. Not that they are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/112664401223322298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/112664401223322298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112664401223322298' title='Posting from LA'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-112041214579197723</id><published>2005-07-04T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:35:45.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eugene's Cocktails</title><summary type='text'>Well, thats exactly how I'm feeling right now.For those who went for the boat party that Wenyi aka Fabian bka Rex, Eugene's cocktails are simply mixes of anything that he can grab hold of within the bar counter. So its basically quite a mess. Anyways before I commence on the angish I feel within me, the great party last night I definitely must mention.Well, if i have to say, its really nice to go</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/112041214579197723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/112041214579197723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112041214579197723' title='Eugene&apos;s Cocktails'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-112015786053123650</id><published>2005-07-01T02:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T02:59:06.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Fun</title><summary type='text'>Your dating personality profile:Outgoing - You can liven up any party. You've got a way with people and have little difficulty charming your dates.Athletic - Physical fitness is one of your priorities. You find the time to work athletic pursuits into your schedule. You enjoy being active.Practical - You are a down-to-earth individual who is not impressed with material excess. You care about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/112015786053123650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/112015786053123650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112015786053123650' title='For Fun'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-111937291067618616</id><published>2005-06-22T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:55:10.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Report</title><summary type='text'>Alright, I'm 1/2 way through my very short break. Few things have happened since the last day of school. Pretty much enjoying this god's send break. Give a a bit of time to catch my breathe and of course to settle some loose ends. Well, as always my hols will never be peaceful without school. Got 4 tests coming, 1 reseach essay to write and patient plannings to do for next term. But I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111937291067618616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111937291067618616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111937291067618616' title='Break Report'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-111841567175747274</id><published>2005-06-10T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T23:01:11.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of The Beginning</title><summary type='text'>This is official. I am free. Oh well not really coz we got some silly assignment to do regarding Perio-Prostho inter-relationship and 3 silly tests after the 3 weeks hols. I guess I ain't the only one blogging tonight. Most dental students are thrilled that they are getting this god's sent hols though its just a short 3 weeks.Anyways this vacation term (oxymoron i would say) has eventually ended </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111841567175747274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111841567175747274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111841567175747274' title='The End Of The Beginning'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-111746901477757013</id><published>2005-05-30T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:03:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anterior Arch Teeth Setup</title><summary type='text'>Apparently I shouldn't be here, becoz tonite i shd be studying my head off for my test tomolo. Well, guess what, I ain't 1/2 as worried about the test tomolo than the way i was worried how I'm gonna screwed in clinics today. Coz the Doctor in-charge for my RP session today is Dr Thean. Not that she is fierce, just that the way she make comments about me always makes me feel so lousy of myself. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111746901477757013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111746901477757013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111746901477757013' title='Anterior Arch Teeth Setup'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-111678274861778953</id><published>2005-05-23T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T01:25:48.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaining Site</title><summary type='text'>Well.. my blog have been labelled. When I met up with my JC friends they kind of joke about it. Saying that this blog is rather depressive etc etc... Oh well, perhaps they have known me long enuff to know that I'm a negative person. But what they dun realised is that I do have a great life, I meant who bitch about having a good life. Everyone will choose to complain about all the bad stuffs that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111678274861778953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111678274861778953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111678274861778953' title='Complaining Site'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-111548239749640914</id><published>2005-05-07T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T00:14:47.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Losing It</title><summary type='text'>I am dying. Everyday I struggled through the day, thankfully days pass by really fast when u r not in lectures. One great thing about school now is that we have really few lectures. However the sad part is that I am not performing, not just Dr Thean mentioned it, personally I also felt it that way. I am doing things mindlessly, which shd never be the case. Spending 1 whole day of RP lab session </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111548239749640914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111548239749640914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111548239749640914' title='I&apos;m Losing It'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-111433088042936102</id><published>2005-04-24T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:09:16.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Never Felt Better</title><summary type='text'>Well, ever since school started 2 weeks ago, my 8-5 schedule has extended to 8-7.. Haiz so by the time i got home its always around 10. So practically i can't do anything but to shower and sleep. I'll be to tired to do anything also except to call lulin or become brudder. But still this special term is really quite tiring for me. Its already so hard to juggle between labwork and studies, then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111433088042936102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111433088042936102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111433088042936102' title='Weekend Never Felt Better'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-111306825181838308</id><published>2005-04-10T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T01:37:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upset</title><summary type='text'>I am plain upset now.Nothing more to say.Just wanna find someone to talk to.Only to realise that I am all alone.School Sux but Life is worse.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111306825181838308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111306825181838308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111306825181838308' title='Upset'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-111134560874545360</id><published>2005-03-21T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T03:06:48.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Holiday Entry</title><summary type='text'>Going into 2nd week of the hols. I guess, I've been playing too much, in fact way too much DOTA. So holiday resolution will be cutting down on playing time. Went to the beach with Lulin today. Long time never go ECP and sit down and relax. This is the moment I treasure most, just feeling completely comfortable with her, no stress, no exams, just sea breeze and each other. These are the small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111134560874545360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111134560874545360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111134560874545360' title='2nd Holiday Entry'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-111112372218600840</id><published>2005-03-18T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T13:28:42.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Holiday Entry</title><summary type='text'>Its almost a week into my hols.. But I'm living as if I'm still having exams, in a sense that I still sleep very little. Well, I guess too much dota is really bad for health, suffering from perpectuate sore throat and sinusitis. Need more sleep.Well, today is another day to rest at home and Lulin is coming over then maybe later we can go buy some stuff and cook dinner together. I must say that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111112372218600840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/111112372218600840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111112372218600840' title='1st Holiday Entry'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110994629631661392</id><published>2005-03-04T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T22:24:56.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week From Freedom</title><summary type='text'>Well, technically speaking next friday is still not exactly the end of the exams coz we still have a Pathology Practical on Monday. Yet I'm quite sure that by next friday I will be playing lotsa Dota, maybe soccer and yes breathe the air of freedom.Anyways, I guess I just have poor attention span, havent been able to get back the momentum I had last time(long long time ago), and I am now just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110994629631661392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110994629631661392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110994629631661392' title='A Week From Freedom'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110943600071859304</id><published>2005-02-26T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T00:40:00.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed Yet Indifferent</title><summary type='text'>Well, I remembered very clearly. This time last year I was super stressed, I practically study everyday, hour, minute and second (or i think i tried to). And every second that I did not mug, I will feel its a second lost. What's worse is that I will keep thinking that the whole world is mugging like mad. Its some sort of kiasuism.Yet, this year its different. By this time, I already know that its</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110943600071859304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110943600071859304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110943600071859304' title='Stressed Yet Indifferent'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110904863404363809</id><published>2005-02-22T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T13:03:54.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot blog at home</title><summary type='text'>So this is done in school.. My laptop is so screwed that I really wish I could have a new one. haiz.. wat to do. Anyways my main priority is to mug now. Gtg byebye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110904863404363809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110904863404363809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110904863404363809' title='I cannot blog at home'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110821848881542273</id><published>2005-02-12T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:35:15.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless Entry</title><summary type='text'>I dunno wat's going on with me. I think I am in a state of denial. I dun wanna to know the truth. I dun wanna know wat's going on. All I know is that I am upset and I am sad. I can't be bothered to care about other ppl anymore. Not even their feelings. I screamed at my dad, my mum, my sis and my gal. I guess thats pure evil. I spreading my unhappiness to everyone around me. Basically I think they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110821848881542273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110821848881542273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110821848881542273' title='Mindless Entry'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110702106175775151</id><published>2005-01-30T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:51:01.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Hour Lecture</title><summary type='text'>The super long conversation, more of a lecture from Dr Peter Tay and Dr ?? (the one who sell Aston Martin) and Dr Dominic Leong(actually he's quite a funny guy) was rather confusing for a mind of mine. Well, I guess they just wanna share their views of life and experiences with youngsters like us. But I can't help but to feel overwhelmed. Still, I must thank them, for I've definitely learnt a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110702106175775151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110702106175775151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110702106175775151' title='2 Hour Lecture'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110649984260617761</id><published>2005-01-24T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T01:04:02.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Courage?</title><summary type='text'>This is not going to be some silly GP questions from 'A' Levels. Its just a question I've asked myself. What was the most courageous thing I've ever done? I was ashamed. After watching a documentary on Ch 8 about congenitally disabled children and their courage to overcome such great difficulties and become such strong souls. Many of them led a hard life, but with what God has left them they made</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110649984260617761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110649984260617761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110649984260617761' title='What Is Courage?'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110511073972604816</id><published>2005-01-07T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T23:12:19.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You For The Test</title><summary type='text'>Okay, once again I overslept. For the sake of not skipping the 1st radiology lecture of the term. I decided to take a cab which I spent $20.60 on. Well, so unluckily, I bumped into my menace: A/P Loh Fun Chee on my way into class. Simply becoz I went to SM 1A where the lesson is supposed to be at SM 1B. Well, it just so happened that he also made the same mistake of thinking the lesson is held at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110511073972604816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110511073972604816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110511073972604816' title='Thank You For The Test'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110477004996589894</id><published>2005-01-04T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T00:34:09.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><summary type='text'>Today, I bumped into quite a few old friends in school. Well its not that great a surprise coz they are all med students. Saw Jianye in the morning while i was getting breakfast. Well, I said hi to him, but somehow he dun seems interested in engaging any conversation. Oh well, perhaps morning ain't good for conversations. But its just weird that all he could say is "how sad" to me."Ur School </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110477004996589894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110477004996589894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110477004996589894' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110425928294987951</id><published>2004-12-29T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:41:22.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Is Like Dementor</title><summary type='text'>2 days of school. That's all it takes to remove all happiness in me. So much for the festive season. Thank to the 5 day weeks, the school is giving us crazy schedule. 0800-1730 i thought was bad. They decide to give us extra lecture as and when they wish until 1830 today. I foresee it might well continue this way.Labless day is killer, fighting the Zzzz Monster ever since morning. And yah I was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110425928294987951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110425928294987951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110425928294987951' title='School Is Like Dementor'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110383777195447372</id><published>2004-12-24T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T05:36:11.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party Once More</title><summary type='text'>Just got home from Class Party at Geng Feng's house. Lotsa missing faces compared to last year, but still its always nice to have a reason to gather around together. Where u will start playing funny games that u might have long forgotten. Bear and hunter game reminded me of the Chinese New Year Celebration at Teck Siang's house long long time ago. Though images of the night are still vivid in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110383777195447372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110383777195447372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110383777195447372' title='Christmas Party Once More'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110354817774394907</id><published>2004-12-20T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T21:09:37.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN I FAILED</title><summary type='text'>Got a bad news from Wei Song today. I failed my radiology competency test. I must say that I really didn't expect that to happened. Until I realised that what I failed was the Bitewing competency part which was invigilated by A/P Loh Fun Chee. I can't help but to think that he failed me becoz I had once stepped on his toes before, and I'm not exactly a very well behaved student in class, rather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110354817774394907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110354817774394907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110354817774394907' title='DAMN I FAILED'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110347967425993051</id><published>2004-12-20T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T02:07:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got Mail(SMS)</title><summary type='text'>Now I believe. Believe in telepathy. I was at home the whole day waiting for Lulin's call. Spent my day in front of the TV set. Refused to go out for lunch, dinner and supper, afraid that she might call and I'll miss the call if I were to be out.As the day goes, I got more disappointed. Finally, I was lying on my bed, about to send her a good night sms telling her about my day, telling her I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110347967425993051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110347967425993051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110347967425993051' title='I&apos;ve Got Mail(SMS)'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110338585194581828</id><published>2004-12-19T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T00:04:11.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random Pictures Of Buildings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110338585194581828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110338585194581828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110338585194581828' title=''/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110338538722026511</id><published>2004-12-18T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T00:07:09.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day With Me &amp; Myself</title><summary type='text'>Well, I realised I've have not been spending time with myself. Yesterday was quite rewarding for me. I went around town just to get a study chair. In the end I got one at the Furniture Mall. Not that the design is anything that I liked. But the fact that its rather affordable compared to all those that I've seen. Besides that I have to DIY fix the chair myself give me the extra bonus to buy it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110338538722026511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110338538722026511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110338538722026511' title='A Day With Me &amp; Myself'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110321982181634289</id><published>2004-12-17T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T01:57:01.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Left On A Jet Plane</title><summary type='text'>This is the 1st night. I really missed talking to her on phone. I think back of all the times I multitasked while chatting with her. I regret. Walked around town today, images of us walking along the same path keep flashing. Lunching at Lido which we often does, Bench Resting the at City Link which we always take photos of walking feet, Pacific Coffee Company which we retopping up the whip cream.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110321982181634289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110321982181634289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110321982181634289' title='She Left On A Jet Plane'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-110018264986304632</id><published>2004-11-11T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T22:17:29.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEACE PLEASE</title><summary type='text'>Supposed to be my mugging day. Apparently it didn't work out. Spent most of my time finding out stuff that I think is rather irrevelant to my coming tests. Somehow the death of Arafat sort of have a impact on me. To me, I never thought that I will even care. However, seeing how fragile peace is in Israel. I can't help but to feel lucky that things turned out right for Singapore. We were just as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110018264986304632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/110018264986304632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110018264986304632' title='PEACE PLEASE'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-109880611111519593</id><published>2004-10-26T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T00:06:55.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Lulin</title><summary type='text'>This blog is going to be delicated for my gal. This very 1st line is so hard to write. Perhaps, I'm just paiseh to shout out to the whole world that I'm so in love with her. So everytime when I wanna write about all the nice nice things she has done for me. I would be rather subtle. Or perhaps, I'm just selfish. I refused to share all these stuffs with other ppl. Think I really dun wanna share.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109880611111519593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109880611111519593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109880611111519593' title='For Lulin'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-109872369832820708</id><published>2004-10-26T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T01:01:38.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness?</title><summary type='text'>I concluded I am afraid of loneliness. I dreaded coming home today becoz I know the whole of my family are staying over at Downtown East Chalets tonight. Maybe I'm just born this way. I love to be with ppl. Perhaps, I feel so much more secure. Actually not. I realised I just don't like to be alone. And I can be secure alone like now. Most ppl actually ended up spending most of their life alone. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109872369832820708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109872369832820708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109872369832820708' title='Loneliness?'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-109863211611380427</id><published>2004-10-24T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:35:16.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIANZzzzz.</title><summary type='text'>Before I knew it, weekend is already over. Its just sad that I did not do anything that I wanted to. Perhaps life is just mundane for me. School is just too long. Everyday even Saturday, I barely had enough rest and fun, and I and jumping back to work again.I am really quite sick of this cycle. Yet come to think of it, what can I do if I were to be given the time? I had the whole of today, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109863211611380427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109863211611380427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109863211611380427' title='SIANZzzzz.'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-109820182284327735</id><published>2004-10-19T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T00:03:42.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problematic PBL and Me</title><summary type='text'>Again come the time to struggle between writing or sleeping. I write.I've spent most of my hometime staring at this screen today, simply for the problem-based learning(PBL) session tomolo. Perhaps, I seriously dun take this lesson seriously. Yet thru the search for the materials (actually its dental materials) I'm supposed to present tomolo, I've found several more interesting facts of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109820182284327735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109820182284327735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109820182284327735' title='Problematic PBL and Me'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-109777001813932047</id><published>2004-10-14T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T00:06:58.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Therapy</title><summary type='text'>Sadly, I struggled to decide whether to write my blog or do other more worthy stuff, such as studying for my test on coming Saturday and sleeping. For once I defeated the Mug Devil and Zzz Monster. I figured that I should write for soul therapy. Perhaps after not writing for so long, I've lost touched. Lotsa of thoughts rushing, yet no words typing.Things are moving very fast for me. So fast, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109777001813932047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109777001813932047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109777001813932047' title='Soul Therapy'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-109776296977861270</id><published>2004-10-14T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T22:18:29.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Picture</title><summary type='text'>Me and LulinWell, finally I figured out how to put pictures on my blog. Good try I figured.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109776296977861270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109776296977861270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109776296977861270' title='1st Picture'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-109669783887921765</id><published>2004-10-02T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T14:17:18.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Com Screwed Again</title><summary type='text'>I declare myself a total computer idiot. I stupidly downloaded the SP2 to update my laptop unknowningly that it clashes with the NUS system. And therefore the whole system crashed again. Once again I cannot access my wireless that I am paying almost 70 bucks every month. Well, looking at the brighter (less dim perhaps) side, I will not be wasting time on MSN and can spend more time on sleeping or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109669783887921765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109669783887921765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109669783887921765' title='Com Screwed Again'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-109439683429767407</id><published>2004-09-05T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T23:20:28.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday? Not Quite..</title><summary type='text'>Finally the long awaited so-called holiday came. School ended well with 2 impressions and 4 casts poured. Not to forget Trifac bash where the Juniors came in 1st in the dance competition. Quite a surprise to bump into a couple a old friends that night. Wendy came as one of the judges and Wee Lin which I met while giving out the door gift with Lulin. I went thru the day with my stupid flu and sore</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109439683429767407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109439683429767407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109439683429767407' title='Holiday? Not Quite..'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-109335332509182035</id><published>2004-08-24T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T21:15:25.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... I'm Back</title><summary type='text'>Finally, this supposedly helpful, useful or whatever piece of technology is fixed.. In fact, its not really fixed yet. Still have some screw up here and there that I just can't pin point. For all who dunno my laptop was down since donkey months ago. I just checked my mails and realised that I have a good 150 emails b4 my mailbox was declared flooded. So sorry to all that have emailed me or been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109335332509182035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/109335332509182035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109335332509182035' title='Finally... I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108938843879517446</id><published>2004-07-09T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T23:53:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight Back To School</title><summary type='text'>Well, so far so good. 1st week of school is just 1/2 day away from over. I guess the pressure has not built up yet. Maybe we r kind of used to the lab lifestyle. Its no longer that much of a cultural shock to me anymore. I have gotten used to the fact that we will be rushing to finish the unfinishable job no matter how fast u can be. So the best way is simply to take things at ur own pace and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108938843879517446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108938843879517446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108938843879517446' title='Fight Back To School'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108895039421099508</id><published>2004-07-04T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T22:13:14.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Of Hols &amp; Euro.</title><summary type='text'>What a great way to spend my last day of the holidays. Bumming ard at home doing nothing. Read camera user guide which luckily turned out to be quite useful. Watched a super duper lame HK VCD. Slept my afternoon away. The most exciting today is probably getting to drive my cousin-in-law Hyundai Sonata. Well, its definitely one of the largest car I have driven. I was a bit shocked when he asked me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108895039421099508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108895039421099508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108895039421099508' title='Last Day Of Hols &amp; Euro.'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108832005256276042</id><published>2004-06-27T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T15:07:32.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Updates</title><summary type='text'>Many have commented that I have not been writing. I guess really have nothing significant to say that I could say here. Anyways this 3 weeks hols is rather enjoyable. Although most of the time I spent in on the coming FOC, be it for presentation, for games and canvassing. I really do find working together with my classmates very enjoyable. We are always make working together fun, Perhaps with the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108832005256276042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108832005256276042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108832005256276042' title='Just Updates'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108737898397088848</id><published>2004-06-16T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T17:43:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Again</title><summary type='text'>Finally special term is over. Yet as I compared this special term to the whole of my Yr 1 life. I definitely must say that special term is a lot more interesting and related to my course. I love working in the lab and clinic. Hated lectures these days. Perhaps becoz I find it very boring and dry. And I have this tendency to get caught sleeping in lecture though I always hide myself already. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108737898397088848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108737898397088848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108737898397088848' title='Holiday Again'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108616431446857115</id><published>2004-06-02T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T16:18:34.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky Yet I Felt OK</title><summary type='text'>Well, before I start my entry on how bad was my day yesterday. I must thank all who showered  me with care and concern. And Kenneth for special mention in his blog. Now let me begin.Everything started with this small infection at my lower lip, which I must clarify once again that it is definitely not Herpes or STDs or watever. Its just an infected wound due to my itchy fingers. With that, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108616431446857115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108616431446857115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108616431446857115' title='Unlucky Yet I Felt OK'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108567944541861567</id><published>2004-05-28T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T01:37:25.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Me? Tired Me Not?</title><summary type='text'>Been feeling really tired these days. Perhaps its work, perhaps I'm old, perhaps I need a jog but probably I just need sleep.Yet, I've been enjoying what I have been doing these days. Its just like wat ppl says if u enjoy wat u r doing, you won't mind even if its tiring. U may not even think that its tiring at all.Still, physically and logically I do feel tired. So I slept since 7pm today. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108567944541861567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108567944541861567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108567944541861567' title='Tired Me? Tired Me Not?'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108541001778558332</id><published>2004-05-24T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T22:46:57.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helen Keller</title><summary type='text'>Weekend was over before I even realised it. Spent well with meeting old frds. Things seems pretty much the same. Usual talking, irritating each other and laughing at stupid jokes. We are still the same though we all know that we have moved on. In one way or another. But some things never change.Yet the weekend ended in a far from ideal way. Perhaps, I chose to be so pissed. But I am indeed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108541001778558332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108541001778558332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108541001778558332' title='Helen Keller'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108520397245789870</id><published>2004-05-22T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T13:48:42.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Weekday End</title><summary type='text'>A good end to the weekdays perhaps. Finally, I managed to complete whatever lab work I have to do. Begining to enjoy doing them rather than to work fast simply for the fact of completing my schedule. Guess I was being rather impatient. Patience has to be cultivated I figured. Still have a lot to work on it.Went to Bugis after discussing the "skit" which we took less than 1/2 hr. Perhaps we r </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108520397245789870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108520397245789870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108520397245789870' title='Good Weekday End'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108488962208823975</id><published>2004-05-18T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T22:14:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><summary type='text'>I figured this will be another depressing entry. Rather upset over school and lab work. Perhaps I think too highly of myself. I am not that good afterall. I thought I will be able to handle my labwork pretty well. I thought wrongly I guess. I'm tired after only 1 week of this special term. So many more years to go. I hope I can get through.Other stuffs bothered me today as well. I was feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108488962208823975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108488962208823975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108488962208823975' title='Tired'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108455858153772936</id><published>2004-05-15T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T02:24:12.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week</title><summary type='text'>1 week down, actually only almost down coz tomolo I still have school. I hate school, work or anything besides sleeping on Saturday morning. Anyway, this week has been a rather different experience from what we have been doing for the previous terms. We have a lot more lab sessions, and are learning a lot new stuffs within this week.Thank God, I understand most of the things becoz I have quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108455858153772936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108455858153772936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108455858153772936' title='A Week'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108421057014298058</id><published>2004-05-11T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T01:36:10.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Findings</title><summary type='text'>Today is quite a bad day. Bad start for school I think. Teeth problems, Heart problems, Hearing Problems and Sleeping Disorder. Though, things did not turn out the way I would have liked it to. I am still glad that I am so sure on my part, almost never have I felt it before. Finding Nemo seems so much easier compared to me trying to find a way out of this circle. I think that Wei Hon is most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108421057014298058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108421057014298058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108421057014298058' title='Findings'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108410195800914016</id><published>2004-05-09T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T19:43:04.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When U Grow Up.</title><summary type='text'>Am I really undependable? I figured that I am. Irresponsible, I guess is part of my character. Eugene says there is something lacking in me now. I guess its the drive that I used to have. That focus that I used to have. The yearning of success. He says that I have to be more of a man. Not saying I have to act macho or whatever. Its more in the sense of a stronger character that I must become. Not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108410195800914016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108410195800914016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108410195800914016' title='When U Grow Up.'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108377462037796572</id><published>2004-05-06T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T00:34:45.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Days</title><summary type='text'>Final week. Last bit of fun I guess. Mood has been swinging for the past week. Many factors affecting. Actually wrote some stuff on it. But decided not to have it published. Its exclusive only to some. Anyways, been busy with quite a bit of stuff over the weekend.Yesterday was spending money day. I realised money can simply disappeared if u r not careful enough. But it was quite fun I guess. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108377462037796572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108377462037796572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108377462037796572' title='Final Days'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108326205717185496</id><published>2004-04-30T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T02:15:33.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untrue Beliefs</title><summary type='text'>I need to grow up. I am forever repeating my mistakes, again and again. Use my head I hope I will. My heart shouts so loud that I am always overwhelmed. Though my heart has shattered itself over and over again. It doesn't seems to learn its lessons. I have no idea (actually I do) how many times I have been through this cycle. Yet, I remain so optimistic, though I have been hurt over and over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108326205717185496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108326205717185496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108326205717185496' title='Untrue Beliefs'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108312911702544816</id><published>2004-04-28T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T13:17:21.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry Starry Night</title><summary type='text'>I was very happy yesterday. I loved my hobby though I might ended up missing the last bus home. I got to know so much more. I will give more time, more effort, more faith, more sincerity and more love. I see another like, more likes. I may seem helpless, but trust me I am so not. For I know there is always hope, there is always me, there is always u to make things work. Nothing more I can say. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108312911702544816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108312911702544816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108312911702544816' title='Starry Starry Night'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108290814074386486</id><published>2004-04-25T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T23:53:11.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Reputation</title><summary type='text'>My reputation preceeds me. Thats what Wei Hon said very long time ago. I never thought it is anything serious. But somehow now its coming back to haunt me. I have faith that we can work things out. I do not wish to convince with words. All I need is time. I will show. I will not rush. But please give me encouragements. I really need. Maybe I am too close to gals. Maybe I appear too Hua Xin. Time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108290814074386486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108290814074386486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108290814074386486' title='Bad Reputation'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108264723990974424</id><published>2004-04-22T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T23:24:47.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days, 2 Nights.</title><summary type='text'>Long story, how to begin. We finally had our very 1st class chalet. Fun, definitely. Probably a bit far from ideal. Perhaps, my previous chalets have a lot more shouting, screaming pillow fighting, heart to heart conversations and stupid yet memorable activities. Maybe, its the age. The older u get the more difficult to execute irresponsible behaviour. Yet, I find the chance of bonding is lower.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108264723990974424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108264723990974424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108264723990974424' title='3 Days, 2 Nights.'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108213472848745957</id><published>2004-04-17T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T01:02:48.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To VJC</title><summary type='text'>Back to VJC. I feel alienated. Probably, I feel old back to my old school. Still some things never change. The Western Food auntie is still as cute as ever, her Fish and Chip is still $2.30 and still taste nice to me. Maybe its the memory of the 99S12 having western food together makes me fond of going back and relieving the good old times. Sadly, none of them were back with me today. Only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108213472848745957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108213472848745957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108213472848745957' title='Back To VJC'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108203891982035632</id><published>2004-04-15T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T22:25:57.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singlehood VS Attachment</title><summary type='text'>"One cannot pick all the beautiful shells on a beach, only can pick a few. They are more beautiful because there is only a few of them"Anne Morrow LindberghThis was the quote of the day I saw on NEL. Its quite interesting in a sense that I can make inferences to beautiful shells to beautiful gals. Except u can only pick one instead of a few.Is Singlehood better than Attachment? That was the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108203891982035632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108203891982035632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108203891982035632' title='Singlehood VS Attachment'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108196228771051293</id><published>2004-04-15T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T01:08:44.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthy Holiday</title><summary type='text'>Eugene commented once again that my blog is depressing. Well, maybe through pouring my pessimism here, I have became more optimistic. Today was my 1st attempt to stay at home to save money. I was bored by the time it is noon. So out I went  to have lunch with the windsurfing people. Forced them to bum with me, esp my chio chio, blur blur, black black frd. We even went to see furnitures. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108196228771051293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108196228771051293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108196228771051293' title='Worthy Holiday'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108178527733169018</id><published>2004-04-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T23:58:30.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, Weary, Fatigue</title><summary type='text'>Today, I'm tired. Slept late last nite becoz a bunch of us went for movie and supper. After that Yonghe, Dennis, Lulin, Diana and Wanyi came to stay overnight at my place. Sorry that its so cramp, sorry that its so cold and sorry that its so far. I guess I'm a lousy host. My house don't have much entertainment I realised. All I can offered is PG (not porn) VCDs and my bed. Cycling in Ubin today</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108178527733169018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108178527733169018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108178527733169018' title='Tired, Weary, Fatigue'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108144284826904902</id><published>2004-04-09T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T00:51:16.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Problem</title><summary type='text'>My heart beat. Faster and faster. I crapped, I laughed to hide my panic. I think I'm going to be dead again. Probably, I will be drowned coz I really can't tell how deep the water is. Testing, testing, I wish I could do a better job. I guess all I can do is to wait and see. Jumping in will kill me for sure. I'm wishing for hints and clues. Maybe I'm a fool. Coz wise men say only fools rush in.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108144284826904902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108144284826904902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108144284826904902' title='Heart Problem'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980206.post-108126688963558345</id><published>2004-04-06T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T23:58:34.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cried. I've Sinned</title><summary type='text'>Today was a hectic day. Rushed down for my friend's viva. Took a wrong shuttle bus and ended up in Kent Ridge Wing instead of the main building. In the end had to run all the way to the physio blk. Luckily I made it in time to give her whatever encouragement I could. Seems that everything when smooth. Still we'll be keeping our finger crossed until the results is out. After that we went to settle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108126688963558345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980206/posts/default/108126688963558345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dingdongspeaks.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108126688963558345' title='I Cried. I&apos;ve Sinned'/><author><name>Stanley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09127006595020783610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
