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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6274672895197586700?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6274672895197586700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6274672895197586700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-sweat-pants-from-taiwan-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-7952350072515320006</id><published>2011-01-20T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:08:03.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that I keep looking at my resume wishing it can be even better, there are things that I regret not doing or doing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret dropping out of a Taiwan conference cos it was right after my break-up then, and I was very sad. I was dumb enough to think I should drop out so that I could spend more time with my ex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret not applying for President's Intern and try my luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was at Suit up and it was very useful. Especially the image parts. They teach you every step of an interview.... from the application stage to the dressing up part. There was this session which could be more useful if useless people didn't asked dumb self-centered questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another interview next Tue. I hope I get NYC's 2nd round though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-7952350072515320006?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/7952350072515320006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/7952350072515320006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2011/01/now-that-i-keep-looking-at-my-resume.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4506799862080211149</id><published>2011-01-15T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T10:47:13.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still waiting for that 2nd round of interview. hai~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Why am I still stuck at 83kg... 13kg more to go sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4506799862080211149?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4506799862080211149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4506799862080211149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-waiting-for-that-2nd-round-of.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-5330999937914555079</id><published>2011-01-11T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T12:52:25.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The interviewer said I had a strong resume. Which leaves a good feeling in me. The president part really impressed them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the other interviewer seems to imply I'm not convincing enough to want the job. Bad feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Net feeling? Uneasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-5330999937914555079?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5330999937914555079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5330999937914555079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2011/01/interviewer-said-i-had-strong-resume.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-1078542511865156773</id><published>2011-01-07T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T10:50:36.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INTERVIEW WITH NYC!!!! hahah&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the side note, I just had the best dream for a very long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-1078542511865156773?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1078542511865156773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1078542511865156773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2011/01/interview-with-nyc-hahah-on-side-note-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4240401537933866163</id><published>2011-01-06T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T10:23:34.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, it's already Thursday and I didn't get any call. I am very very demoralized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4240401537933866163?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4240401537933866163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4240401537933866163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-man-its-already-thursday-and-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-2002048925909903789</id><published>2011-01-02T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:19:26.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coming week, PA is suppose to get back to my on my application. That is if I'm shortlisted. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRAY PRAY PRAY PRAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-2002048925909903789?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2002048925909903789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2002048925909903789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2011/01/coming-week-pa-is-suppose-to-get-back.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-5788734317934013382</id><published>2010-12-31T10:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:10:05.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In 2011, I want a new job. And everything else will fall into place. Like club less, learn this and that. blah blah. Cos no money = no talk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-5788734317934013382?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5788734317934013382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5788734317934013382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-2011-i-want-new-job.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-2976332859409976231</id><published>2010-12-29T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T11:52:09.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday night. Sze Chuan Buffet. I felt bloated and still slept, cos I've work next day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of the night. LAO SAI x 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tue. MC. Doc says I've stomach flu in addition to eating too much. I still felt very bloat and lost all appetite. Losing all appetite is a very serious condition for a person like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puked in the night. BLOATED FEELING GONE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I feel ok today. Although I'm still on MC. Haha, got to skip all the meetings~~ =b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-2976332859409976231?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2976332859409976231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2976332859409976231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-8527227760392063448</id><published>2010-12-24T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T17:26:39.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just experienced a new level of thick skin-ness. How can a woman be so shameless. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe she's desperate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully it's for money and not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. I'm thick-skinned too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm no longer angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-8527227760392063448?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8527227760392063448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8527227760392063448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-experienced-new-level-of-thick.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-5222918959253028981</id><published>2010-12-20T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:18:16.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If my friend are late for about 15 minutes to at most, 1 hour, I can forgive easily if my friend tell me/text me that he/she is going to be late.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really pisses me off when I don't get any notification and I'm just waiting there like an idiot. Yes I will still wait, choosing to believe my friend will appear and give me a good reason. And if he/she does, forgiven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if my friend doesn't answer my phone, only to tell me he/she remembers it after an hour or 2, he/she better feels remorseful, and make it up to me. Still can be friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, I don't see how YOU are going to make it up, and how sorry you are. THANKS "friend", for this valuable lesson. I don't even get a call from you to get any apology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm blogging this because I know you don't read this here. I want to see how long you will take to fulfill  your  promise. Some of my other friends are getting more and more right about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-5222918959253028981?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5222918959253028981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5222918959253028981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-my-friend-are-late-for-about-15.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-2288500331555279280</id><published>2010-12-19T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:28:21.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;1  、分手后的思念不叫思念，叫犯贱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;2  、用扯淡的态度，面对操蛋的人生&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;3  、除了A片 其他片都装B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;4  、女人装比那叫资本 ,男人装比那叫变态&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;5  、哥发的不是寂寞，是春；姐叫的不是孤独，是床&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;6  、捂好自己的裤裆，尊重别人的裤裆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;7  、低调闷骚的高调，高调被打的征兆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;8  、大便的离去 .是马桶的追求 .还是屁股的不挽留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;9  、货有过期日，人有看腻时。你在我心里，能牛逼几时&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;10   、女人有丝袜征服了男人，男人用丝袜征服了银行&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;11  、哥 吸 烟 、 是 因 为 它 伤 肺， 不 伤 心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;12  、小 鸟 虽 小 ，可 它 玩 的 确 是 整 个 天 空&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;13  、喊疼的不一定是处女，但勾引男人的一定是婊子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;14  、不要迷恋哥，嫂子才是传说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;15  、不是哥迷恋传说，只是传说太美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;16  、你知道我长短，我知道你深浅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;17  、我命由我不由天、天欲灭我我灭天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;18  、请不要把你的傻B，当成是牛B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;19  、水至清则无鱼，人至贱则无敌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; "&gt;20  、唐 僧 再 厉 害,也 不 过 是 个 耍 猴 的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-2288500331555279280?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2288500331555279280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2288500331555279280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-2-3-b-4-5-6-7-8.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4866463429745952020</id><published>2010-12-16T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:34:57.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days, I feel like I have been living life aimlessly in the day time. Nua at home, playing games, reading. Sometimes work is good&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, it's different. Not clubbing, but dancing. I even tried House recently. Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my interview~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4866463429745952020?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4866463429745952020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4866463429745952020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/12/these-few-days-i-feel-like-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4415101278279738507</id><published>2010-12-11T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T12:54:35.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought a new bathroom scale.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am fucking fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4415101278279738507?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4415101278279738507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4415101278279738507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-bought-new-bathroom-scale.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4337531764721690535</id><published>2010-12-09T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:54:35.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I get my new job, I will buy a new pair of shoes cos I've $5 voucher and I will spend until I get member at G2000 since I need the clothes anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I get it in Dec, I will get a MG or a PG Gundam to waste time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I can only pray and wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both sis are in Europe. So lonely at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4337531764721690535?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4337531764721690535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4337531764721690535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-i-get-my-new-job-i-will-buy-new.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-5369455366132635476</id><published>2010-12-07T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:23:30.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to the high demand and superb memory of everyone, I shall answer some common questions here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, it's been almost a year."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, I've moved on and sometimes I do date girls out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yea, rarely talk to her nowadays."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nahh, I don't hate her. But I'm still sore being treated like an idiot by her and her friend during xmas. (then I might go on about what happened in HK)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"===stays mum about any new targets==="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, the guy's some army regular. Yea they're together but I don't really have any updates about them nowadays."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-5369455366132635476?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5369455366132635476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5369455366132635476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/12/due-to-high-demand-and-superb-memory-of.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4218538967045316036</id><published>2010-12-06T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:56:27.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok the deadline for application for the job I want is this friday. I hope they will contact me next week already. I worry more day by day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night I had a slight fever, so I slept early and had a weird dream. I can only remember some parts. The dream happened in HK and I was doing some business proposal with a few Americans. There's this girl I keep disappointing her and not listen to her advice. She kept telling to avoid some person. I lived in some hall which doesn't looks like the one I lived in back in HKUST. In the end just before I woke up, the Americans told me what that person did, but I can't remember the details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda hard to show care for someone when he/she is stubborn and refuse to listen to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4218538967045316036?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4218538967045316036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4218538967045316036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/12/ok-deadline-for-application-for-job-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-489886552858632792</id><published>2010-12-04T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:53:52.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the first time, I tried waterfall. It was at DBLO, so not that ex too. All I can say is that it is really da bomb!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before that, UNITED WE BOOGIE SHOWCASE. 7.30pm to 11.30pm. BEST SHOW EVER. It is really amazing to see people from all over the world performing and showcasing their passion and talents. Nappytabs was there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he said "Dream Big"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I shall try locking after I'm done with popping II and then bboys. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-489886552858632792?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/489886552858632792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/489886552858632792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-first-time-i-tried-waterfall.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-707341000158495463</id><published>2010-12-01T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:06:46.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week is dance week because&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went for 2 back to back classes.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to do that again&lt;br /&gt;Friday, dance concert&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday, 2 classes each. muahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school holidays are here and this means I get paid while enjoying holidays. But the problem is most of my friends are damn busy with exams and work. So I stay home and nua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I nus, I think too much. Recently I'm thinking about the purpose of everything. What is the purpose of clubbing for me? What is the purpose of being good in a game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most difficult one so far? What is the purpose of getting married? Is it to follow the way life should progress as accepted by many in society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. This is so GP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-707341000158495463?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/707341000158495463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/707341000158495463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-week-is-dance-week-because.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-5355740045645914838</id><published>2010-11-25T20:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:06:22.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ4ab_P9_Yc/TO5cepIh5AI/AAAAAAAAA9M/wbeg5tLxvhQ/s1600/DSCF4167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ4ab_P9_Yc/TO5cepIh5AI/AAAAAAAAA9M/wbeg5tLxvhQ/s320/DSCF4167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543469872847119362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ4ab_P9_Yc/TO5bq_AwRFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/wKqAVjkM8YM/s1600/DSCF4164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ4ab_P9_Yc/TO5bq_AwRFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/wKqAVjkM8YM/s320/DSCF4164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543468985366889554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ4ab_P9_Yc/TO5Y_2F-zBI/AAAAAAAAA88/fCKQdZzJRNM/s1600/DSCF4159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ4ab_P9_Yc/TO5Y_2F-zBI/AAAAAAAAA88/fCKQdZzJRNM/s320/DSCF4159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543466045215263762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ4ab_P9_Yc/TO5V1jIGCWI/AAAAAAAAA80/yy-pphYlsps/s1600/DSCF4160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ4ab_P9_Yc/TO5V1jIGCWI/AAAAAAAAA80/yy-pphYlsps/s320/DSCF4160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543462569790277986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ4ab_P9_Yc/TO5TU3zrkgI/AAAAAAAAA8k/twdDms4YynU/s1600/DSCF4157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ4ab_P9_Yc/TO5TU3zrkgI/AAAAAAAAA8k/twdDms4YynU/s320/DSCF4157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543459809382863362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If only kids are this good and appreciative everyday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-5355740045645914838?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5355740045645914838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5355740045645914838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-only-kids-are-this-good-and.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ4ab_P9_Yc/TO5cepIh5AI/AAAAAAAAA9M/wbeg5tLxvhQ/s72-c/DSCF4167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-8262497917339698873</id><published>2010-11-22T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:50:01.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to the 2 CDs from muslim, now I am kinda motivated to slim down by cutting down my intake of carbs and snack more proteins or fruits. I need to get rid of some fats so that my 6 pec can fully come out. And I want my biceps too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I submitted my notice of resignation today. Gonna be jobless after 31st Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-8262497917339698873?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8262497917339698873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8262497917339698873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks-to-2-cds-from-muslim-now-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-8795547838750262328</id><published>2010-11-21T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:53:23.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pnuj4p3czs/TKG32nRrA0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZbDbWTpoCss/s1600/Hello+Stranger+%28THAI%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 643px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pnuj4p3czs/TKG32nRrA0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZbDbWTpoCss/s1600/Hello+Stranger+%28THAI%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this trailer, I told myself I must watch this movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/ZIHAN%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-8795547838750262328?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8795547838750262328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8795547838750262328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-i-saw-this-trailer-i-told-myself-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__pnuj4p3czs/TKG32nRrA0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZbDbWTpoCss/s72-c/Hello+Stranger+%28THAI%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-1829372339845601762</id><published>2010-11-20T11:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:23:39.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At my age now, I feel out of place when the club has too many young ns boys trying to grind. I think I'm past that, especially in Sg. It was so much easier to pick up a girl in HK. So now, I think if I want to chill at a club, I should just open bottles and get a table. This also means that I can only club once in a while, like 2 months, or else I will have to eat grass for my meals. I don't want to see those young teenagers anymore, so all the big clubs are out except Butter. Hopefully, I can meet people who goes to Filter, cos people open cannons instead of bottles. I think I will check out 1-Altitude soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nightlife of mine is gradually shifting to the pubs where I can chat with my friends and catch up. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; cut down or quit clubbing if I'm going be attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week, I wanted to hand in my notice of resignation. But then, shit happens, and now I can only hand it in to my boss next week. Monday, he's busy with another boss the whole day. Tue, he's not around. Wed holiday. Thurs, I was damn busy and by the time I was more free, he has left workplace. Fri, some anniversary thing with minister around, bad time to hand it in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-1829372339845601762?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1829372339845601762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1829372339845601762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/11/at-my-age-now-i-feel-out-of-place-when.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-8161539870368189681</id><published>2010-11-17T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:18:32.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open and hold the door for the lady&lt;br /&gt;Maintain appropriate physical contact only&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-8161539870368189681?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8161539870368189681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8161539870368189681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/11/always-open-and-hold-door-for-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-2197003516600883890</id><published>2010-11-15T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:42:23.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to change my chin-up to overhand grip because I want bigger biceps. As big as my policeman friend's one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-2197003516600883890?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2197003516600883890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2197003516600883890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-decided-to-change-my-chin-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-1600241511538757545</id><published>2010-11-14T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:49:03.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The dance school I always go to now has Poppin' classes.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;It happens at the same times as the Hip Hop  I always go for.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-1600241511538757545?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1600241511538757545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1600241511538757545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/11/dance-school-i-always-go-to-now-has.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-813882984930136291</id><published>2010-11-14T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:49:36.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously,  teaching would be the best job in the world if all kids are angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working is totally a different experience from studying. Maybe I'm consoling myself for not doing FYP, but I still think that the work experience in one year is really more valuable than the extra 1st class honors on your certificate. In 1 year, you can find out what you want to do, or at least what you don't want to do. You'll how important a good boss is. You'll know how to avoid politics because it can destroy a pleasant work environment. You'll know kids nowadays are well, mainly devils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-813882984930136291?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/813882984930136291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/813882984930136291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/11/seriously-teaching-would-be-best-job-in.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-7246495558279090076</id><published>2010-11-10T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:56:25.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the best part about dance is meeting new people. And today I met an interesting couple. Gonna hang out with them at Butter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-7246495558279090076?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/7246495558279090076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/7246495558279090076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-of-best-part-about-dance-is-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-2723000249563532147</id><published>2010-11-09T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:20:42.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think anyone could label me easily as chiongster or clubber. Why does it sound like a bad thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-2723000249563532147?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2723000249563532147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2723000249563532147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-anyone-could-label-me-easily-as.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-3371736967469285097</id><published>2010-11-07T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:06:02.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that  you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them  when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no  one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things  can fall together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should all start to live before we get too old. Fear is stupid. So are regrets." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      "We are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out  of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at  my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from Marilyn Monroe that I like. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-3371736967469285097?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/3371736967469285097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/3371736967469285097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-believe-that-everything-happens-for.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-5696913967061198717</id><published>2010-11-06T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T12:25:44.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love it when people google for me. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this long weekend is kinda like a prep period for me, cos something big is going to happen to me next week. I am going to submit THE letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-5696913967061198717?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5696913967061198717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5696913967061198717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-it-when-people-google-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-9102179437062069796</id><published>2010-11-03T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:54:18.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reminder to self, get his contact!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-9102179437062069796?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/9102179437062069796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/9102179437062069796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/11/reminder-to-self-get-his-contact.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-2823208005620026392</id><published>2010-11-01T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:53:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>women read this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm  going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year. I'm  very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with  $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an  annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York. My  requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income  of $500k annual salary? Are you all married?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to ask:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what  should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I've dated, the  richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper  limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on  the west of New York CityGarden(?), $250k annual income is not enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which age group should I target?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why  most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls   who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to  marry  rich guys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? My target now is to get married)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Pretty &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Awesome reply: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dear Ms. Pretty, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please  allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor. My  annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I  hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From  the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you.  The answer is very simple, so let me explain. Put the details aside,  what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A  provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However,  there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will  not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might  increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year.  Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and  you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but  exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be  much worried 10 years later. By the terms we use in Wall Street, every  trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If  the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to  keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It  might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any  assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone  with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you,  but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any  clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to  become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance  than finding a rich fool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;signed,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J.P. Morgan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-2823208005620026392?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2823208005620026392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2823208005620026392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/11/women-read-this-too.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6286201673026613114</id><published>2010-10-31T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T17:45:14.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>women read this please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;How to Keep Your Man Always Interested in You?&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;b&gt;It is easy  for any woman to keep her man interested in her during the  initial  period of a relationship. But it is not at all easy to keep  that spark  of love for ever. In most cases the man loses interest on his  woman  after a few years of living together. So, How to keep your man  always  interested in you?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Have the strongest desire to keep him attached to you:&lt;/b&gt;  The most  important requirement is that you must have the burning  desire to keep  him attracted and attached to you. Unless you have that  killer attitude  to keep him always interested in you, you can never  achieve it. First  you should get that strong desire incase if you  already don’t have it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Clean body and clean clothes:&lt;/b&gt; You  should always keep your body  clean free from bad odors. Oral hygiene is  also very important. Your  good looking hair can turn your man on. You  can use soft perfumes too.  See that you dress well even if you are just  at home. You should always  look attractive to him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Pleasing manners:&lt;/b&gt;  Pleasing manners can attract your man towards  you. When he wakes up in  the morning you can give him a warm kiss. You  can always be cheerful  when you are with him. Try your best to listen to  him even when he  talks on subjects that don’t interest you at all. He  may be cracking  the same old joke, still try to laugh for it and make  him happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Give him satisfying and fulfilling sex:&lt;/b&gt;  You should remember that  sex means a lot to men. If you can give him  great sex, it will keep him  attached to you for ever. Try to respond to  his moods and satisfy him to  the fullest. You can try new techniques  and new ideas in sex and excite  him with joy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Other points:&lt;/b&gt;  Cooking delicious and nutritious food can make him  happy. Loyal and  shy women are a definite turn on for most men.  Complimenting him often,  giving his ego a boost, understanding about his  work demands, loving  his family and caring him like a mother do have a  great impact on men. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;More tips:&lt;/b&gt;  Avoid arguments. Make him dependent on you  emotionally. Keep the house  clean. Raise the children with love and  care. Never criticize him in  public. If you have problems talk with him  and sort them out  immediately. Tell him often that he is the best man  you have ever seen  and you love him a lot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Is man so important?&lt;/b&gt; You may  wonder why a woman should sacrifice  so much to attract and keep her man  attached to her. Love means there  should be no ego-this is for men as  well. Men should also try their best  to keep their women attached to  them always. After all there is nothing  that can match the blissful  love between a man and woman. If you have a  loving spouse besides you,  the world will be a Heaven to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;- From the internet. Facebook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6286201673026613114?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6286201673026613114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6286201673026613114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/10/women-read-this-please-how-to-keep-your.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6118095056175469159</id><published>2010-10-26T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:31:36.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hearing someone talk behind your back makes you angry and disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, is it my eyes or snowing is getting prettier? Cos I decided to read the blog one day and yes, she's pretty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been clubbing a lot more lately. Yes, 1-Altitude soon. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently I can't make up my mind. Should I go to private sectors or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6118095056175469159?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6118095056175469159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6118095056175469159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/10/hearing-someone-talk-behind-your-back.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-3136524699252896997</id><published>2010-10-24T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T11:11:08.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SKY BAR OR RESTAURANTS I WANT TO GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Altitude&lt;br /&gt;2. Equinox&lt;br /&gt;3. Sands SkyPark&lt;br /&gt;4. Ion Sky&lt;br /&gt;5. Top of the M&lt;br /&gt;6. Roof Garden&lt;br /&gt;6. Lantern&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-3136524699252896997?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/3136524699252896997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/3136524699252896997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/10/sky-bar-or-restaurants-i-want-to-go-1.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-7595847859428850384</id><published>2010-10-23T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T02:08:08.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I have found my mojo back. And that spark that died about 10 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write this down cos my dance instructor was very inspirational that day. He spoke about mistakes and never give up. Then he said, you will get whatever you put in. You put in more time, you get better dance results. You put in more effort, you'll be more fit.&lt;br /&gt;Then he ended off, but if you put in money, doesn't mean you will get back money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week had been a kind week to me. I hope I can get to do something tml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-7595847859428850384?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/7595847859428850384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/7595847859428850384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-have-found-my-mojo-back.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6263466240862350261</id><published>2010-10-17T07:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T07:39:30.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Next time at the club, if girls tease you with their ass, just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not jog before club so that I won't shag out like jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray harder so that no hangover next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ibanking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6263466240862350261?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6263466240862350261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6263466240862350261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/10/next-time-at-club-if-girls-tease-you.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-2908297104027955418</id><published>2010-10-16T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:24:45.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAI, I've been spending alot. But on necessities. Like getting a new pair of spectacles to replace my chipped one. That's $270. And some not so needed necessities. Like a new pair of shoes for dance. And a totally unneeded popping dance course which costs $120. But well, that's working life. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. Time to get my financial planning right, then I'm all ready for love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-2908297104027955418?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2908297104027955418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2908297104027955418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/10/hai-ive-been-spending-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-9109046830871650083</id><published>2010-10-13T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T23:11:46.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a new pair of spectacles, a new wallet, a new watch and I want my Nike Dunks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-9109046830871650083?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/9109046830871650083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/9109046830871650083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-need-new-pair-of-spectacles-new.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-5297427530776265814</id><published>2010-10-12T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:46:20.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is pay day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bus I took to dance hit a car halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't dance well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-5297427530776265814?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5297427530776265814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5297427530776265814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-is-pay-day.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-8544405804392916020</id><published>2010-10-08T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T20:38:33.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Working life is really repetitive. For 5 days a week, your schedule is about the same. And if you are really committed to your work, your weekends are probably burnt too. No wonder so many "Miss" among teachers. hai. Well, at least the plus point is that you don't really feel that poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAY DAY SOON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-8544405804392916020?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8544405804392916020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8544405804392916020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/10/working-life-is-really-repetitive.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-1626352201559391625</id><published>2010-10-08T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T20:30:25.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. I shall at least be smarter and get the holiday pay first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-1626352201559391625?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1626352201559391625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1626352201559391625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/10/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-3845986478021201659</id><published>2010-10-05T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:17:24.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown 38 days to the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-3845986478021201659?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/3845986478021201659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/3845986478021201659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/10/change-countdown-38-days-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-1146588550636438182</id><published>2010-10-01T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:42:50.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah lao. application unsuccessful. lost again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-1146588550636438182?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1146588550636438182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1146588550636438182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/10/wah-lao.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-5668231526661099787</id><published>2010-10-01T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T01:59:59.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good job zihan. This week, you have reached a new lifetime record in terms of quantity and quality. haha win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-5668231526661099787?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5668231526661099787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5668231526661099787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-job-zihan.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4893087391405467381</id><published>2010-09-27T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:31:02.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grandpa&lt;br /&gt;Very weak nowadays. Always take fast and short breathes. Recently, he blacked out at home, and fell full force on the back of his head. bleeding. now still in hospital for observation. should be ok, but don't know for how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma&lt;br /&gt;sometimes very weak. has a mild mental disorder after the last cancer operation. now she always asks for her meals, and eats alot. She also won't listen to us, like when we ask her to stop eating when she is full, or pee at the facility in her room instead of the toilet. oh yea, sometimes she's so weak, she'll just fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficult time for everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4893087391405467381?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4893087391405467381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4893087391405467381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/09/grandpa-very-weak-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-1547623017963585720</id><published>2010-09-23T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:06:17.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally applied. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-1547623017963585720?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1547623017963585720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1547623017963585720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-finally-applied.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6597521181968873096</id><published>2010-09-20T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:25:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here we go again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing every week. Thank heaven's for thurs and fri's programme so that I won't face my hellish class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st Oct. Final decision day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6597521181968873096?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6597521181968873096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6597521181968873096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-we-go-again-same-thing-every-week.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6333844260124610209</id><published>2010-09-17T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T15:44:56.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I realized what is the right answer to "WHY DO YOU WANT TO TEACH?".&lt;br /&gt;Or for that matter "WHY DO YOU WANT TO DO A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PARTICULAR JOB&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer that you would have without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;The answer that you speak with confidence and pride.&lt;br /&gt;The answer that shows that you are doing the perfect job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BECAUSE I LIKE IT."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6333844260124610209?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6333844260124610209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6333844260124610209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-i-realized-what-is-right-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-2114152050644244766</id><published>2010-09-16T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:30:26.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When it comes to career/work/big long term decisions, I'm always like this. Somebody slap me out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I shall try and stick to this first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-2114152050644244766?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2114152050644244766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2114152050644244766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-it-comes-to-careerworkbig-long.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-5017912512418256605</id><published>2010-09-13T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:31:37.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, there's a burning question in my brain. What do we, untrained contract teachers, do during the school holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a introduction class to popping and locking today. Looks like I am very interested in popping. I secretly want to attract more attention than those lightstick dancers in a club. Here I come for the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I'm having my training in NUS during the recess week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-5017912512418256605?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5017912512418256605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5017912512418256605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/09/seriously-theres-burning-question-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-3140013095865524388</id><published>2010-09-10T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T16:32:01.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is this sadness that I feel? I feel guilty too, for not appreciating that present. That black board. I feel all these as I remove my memories off it, and give it a new life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-3140013095865524388?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/3140013095865524388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/3140013095865524388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-this-sadness-that-i-feel-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4136029608141216555</id><published>2010-09-10T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:29:34.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's really evil to be glad when other people screw up. But I think not so when that person has let you down and done stupid but painful things to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, you deserve to be in that situation of yours now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4136029608141216555?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4136029608141216555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4136029608141216555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-really-evil-to-be-glad-when-other.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6913679697484553024</id><published>2010-09-09T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:50:18.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If any girl likes she, she has exotic taste. Because I have exotic smell, exotic shape and exotic properties. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sudden urge to go Bangkok soon. To eat. Look at some nice landscapes if there is. Maybe shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. I need to go and make some new specs. Cracked edge at the lens is not cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6913679697484553024?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6913679697484553024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6913679697484553024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-any-girl-likes-she-she-has-exotic.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-7564952769522840482</id><published>2010-09-07T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:04:29.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I've got my clothes to teach PE. Got a couple of nice Adidas tops. All FBT shorts. haha, cheap and good. I think I should be able to cope. Just that I hope it won't get boring when I teach different classes the same thing. Then again, each class is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading on various banks and insurance company's products. oh my. so many to choose from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-7564952769522840482?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/7564952769522840482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/7564952769522840482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/09/ok-ive-got-my-clothes-to-teach-pe.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-7267409596253374515</id><published>2010-09-07T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T02:03:12.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mental note. Buy more financial products in dec&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-7267409596253374515?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/7267409596253374515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/7267409596253374515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/09/mental-note.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-2381892142399327315</id><published>2010-09-03T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T18:28:29.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is gross but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I breathe better with lesser nose hair. haha. Snip Snip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-2381892142399327315?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2381892142399327315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2381892142399327315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-gross-but-i-think-i-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-1599067301859895434</id><published>2010-09-01T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:18:45.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ouch. I hurt my left palm during dance. Why? because I punched my left palm too hard with my right fist doing a move, and I slapped both palms together hard once doing another move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch. can't type properly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-1599067301859895434?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1599067301859895434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1599067301859895434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/09/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-1333247648090534894</id><published>2010-08-28T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T16:15:22.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes slacking at home makes me think. And I think of the future. So many things that I have to do. From career, to housing, insurance, and taking care of people. And things will just get more and more complicated. From a simple bank savings, I think I would be having some investments or plans soon. And many other things, they started simple, and become more complicated as you grow old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to school. Maybe from sec sch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-1333247648090534894?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1333247648090534894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1333247648090534894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-slacking-at-home-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-149667211906731086</id><published>2010-08-25T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T10:22:44.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dance yesterday was fantastic! After a 2 weeks long hiatus due to work, I finally danced. The sad part is I gotta pay soon cos package finishing. sianzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to stay healthy, both physically and mentally, because when you are down, your family goes down with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-149667211906731086?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/149667211906731086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/149667211906731086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/08/dance-yesterday-was-fantastic-after-2.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6210254345016667808</id><published>2010-08-23T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:20:38.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a nua day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I have Starcraft 2 by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6210254345016667808?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6210254345016667808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6210254345016667808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-nua-day.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4761021056906684560</id><published>2010-08-21T10:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T10:37:49.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While jogging just now, I saw a family playing at the playground. Although they are from China, I could feel that family love is universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a distance, I could see a small boy. About 4 years old I think. He was with his maid. And in his eyes I could feel envy and sadness while he looks at the playground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4761021056906684560?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4761021056906684560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4761021056906684560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/08/while-jogging-just-now-i-saw-family.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-604763553746817955</id><published>2010-08-21T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:55:39.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"got bf still can jio what. No big deal man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yea, just curse the guy kena accident, then out of the way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like that not good, cos the girl will miss the guy so much, so you'll have to wait damn long to get her. Just curse or pray that you'll be the one to tip off the girl to tell her that the guy is cheating in a hotel. bingo, jackpot."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-604763553746817955?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/604763553746817955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/604763553746817955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/08/got-bf-still-can-jio-what.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6113588331873171110</id><published>2010-08-17T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:23:09.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't care whatever reasons the forums, the reviews and the channels can come up with to support their stand of not voting PAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have they walked over because no opposition exist? And if they exist, how many of them can be on par with PAP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this? Stop thinking about what's bad about PAP and tell me what's good about the opposition. Any one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6113588331873171110?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6113588331873171110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6113588331873171110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-care-whatever-reasons-forums.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-3605531025177558659</id><published>2010-08-16T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:48:46.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's Sciclub without the drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To run for MC: Must have passion for politics. Students' version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-3605531025177558659?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/3605531025177558659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/3605531025177558659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-sciclub-without-drama-to-run-for.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-7666697588233437071</id><published>2010-08-14T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:53:50.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's work mainly involved staying awake until I gave up and just slept at work. Then I would go out for short strolls because the air-condition was too cold. And I would see volunteers working harder than I did. lol. And I have free-flow drink which was actually for them only. I love YOG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-7666697588233437071?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/7666697588233437071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/7666697588233437071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/08/todays-work-mainly-involved-staying.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-3872596544149487252</id><published>2010-08-11T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:39:56.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>check out my mad busy work schedule&lt;br /&gt;11th, 12th, 13th 11am to 9pm roadshow at IMM&lt;br /&gt;night cycling on 13th 10pm&lt;br /&gt;14th 9am to 6pm YOG at suntec&lt;br /&gt;15th 0630 to 2215&lt;br /&gt;16th 0730 to 2145&lt;br /&gt;17th, 18th, 19th, 20th all also YOG crazy timings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least the money is good. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-3872596544149487252?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/3872596544149487252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/3872596544149487252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/08/check-out-my-mad-busy-work-schedule.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-8582074950397543546</id><published>2010-08-10T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:05:55.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a penis has a sad life&lt;br /&gt; his hair is a mess&lt;br /&gt; his family is nuts&lt;br /&gt; his neighbour is an asshole&lt;br /&gt; his bff is a pussy&lt;br /&gt; and his owner beats him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-8582074950397543546?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8582074950397543546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8582074950397543546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/08/penis-has-sad-life-his-hair-is-mess-his.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-5615702082660026458</id><published>2010-08-07T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:56:24.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yup, Rag won. =D People down the years will remember that during SYOG Science won Chancellor Shield. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I know that the rag team have a good chance after looking at the float and dance. But who knows, we heng heng won half the battle already before the Rag performance started. And our best competitorS self-destruct. Really, things that should go chui went chui, things that should kena minus pt kena. Well, a win is a win, and I'll take that everytime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So glad that I've helped bua, cut, paste and helped in any way I can in Rag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-5615702082660026458?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5615702082660026458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5615702082660026458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/08/yup-rag-won.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4730664765739991384</id><published>2010-08-05T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:47:32.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope rag wins this year. Cos they're really good this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4730664765739991384?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4730664765739991384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4730664765739991384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hope-rag-wins-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4334998500872237619</id><published>2010-08-01T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T12:45:03.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dance is like a girl. Sometimes she hard to read and I find it difficult to follow her. Then I would feel demoralized and frustrated. Sometimes she fits perfectly, and I wear a smile on my face while enjoying myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what happened yesterday. 3 eights of OMG. yes. it's OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4334998500872237619?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4334998500872237619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4334998500872237619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/08/dance-is-like-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4005812266326940254</id><published>2010-07-30T07:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T07:52:56.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Die or be gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4005812266326940254?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4005812266326940254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4005812266326940254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/die-or-be-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6740948438616351658</id><published>2010-07-29T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:20:51.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Other than having an usual leg cramp from clubbing last night, something disturbing happened to me too. I am going to do a test on myself now to see if it's that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6740948438616351658?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6740948438616351658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6740948438616351658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/other-than-having-usual-leg-cramp-from.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-7844198477506257284</id><published>2010-07-28T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T01:00:47.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rag's gonna rock this year. Especially the elephant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-7844198477506257284?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/7844198477506257284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/7844198477506257284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/rags-gonna-rock-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-2889978893953614808</id><published>2010-07-24T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T02:33:58.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In interests that I have truly loved and trained myself to be better in it, there are greats named MJ. Micheal Jordan and Micheal Jackson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In shoes that I have seen so far and wants to buy for my dance classes, I'm torn between Air Jordans basketball shoes and Nike dunk sneakers. O.M.G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-2889978893953614808?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2889978893953614808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2889978893953614808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-interests-that-i-have-truly-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6298071035571123137</id><published>2010-07-23T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T01:50:44.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mei shi da shan tong recommends a tradditional SG breakfast of kaya toast, tea and 3/4 eggs, Rojak, Katong laksa, Nasi Lemak, Chilli and Pepper crabs, Durian, Durian puff and cakes, Mangoes, Golden pillow curry chicken, sugar cane juice, otak, fried kway teow, mee rabus, mee siam, prata, cai tao kway, chwee kway, teochew style food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit SG river, Geylang, Indian temples,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6298071035571123137?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6298071035571123137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6298071035571123137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/mei-shi-da-shan-tong-recommends.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-8494805554307270015</id><published>2010-07-22T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T01:06:07.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came back from KL/Genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much memories from the last time I went. And the sky rocket reminded me of Ocean Park. Then I come back to the present and see my bros. I am fortunate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-8494805554307270015?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8494805554307270015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8494805554307270015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-came-back-from-klgenting.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-5304001838027259072</id><published>2010-07-18T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:15:09.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The wet market is a good place to take photos. But there are many fierce uncles and aunties. Especially those trying to clear their stock. Still, I hope this lomo roll turns out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have too many hobbies? Dance, stamps, photos, Basketball, Guitar, Comics. Not that much la ah. I also dun do hardcore in all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-5304001838027259072?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5304001838027259072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/5304001838027259072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/wet-market-is-good-place-to-take-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-8591372281644945495</id><published>2010-07-15T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:54:14.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random thought when a friend of mine wish he tio toto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal life&lt;br /&gt;I've what I want to have a normal life. Everything's going well. I hang out with my usual friends and family. Hmm.. maybe it could be better if I had struck 1st prize in 4D so that I can get a wii or PS3. I could get better clothes too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tio 4D&lt;br /&gt;Yess, now I have both wii and PS3, which spices up my life at home. But it would be so good if I can tio toto and buy a house of my own, maybe a car too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tio 3 million toto&lt;br /&gt;Car, condo, hi-tech sound systems and entertainment systems, I have them all. I even had spare cash to start a business. Would be perfect if I had my friends around and someone special to share all these with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Money can't buy those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-8591372281644945495?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8591372281644945495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8591372281644945495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-thought-when-friend-of-mine-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-3396038738598831802</id><published>2010-07-14T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T01:34:11.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've graduated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is probably the most fun dance class I've ever had. You've gotta  train to have a better fitness to enjoy dance properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head isolation isn't easy. I'm stuck at the part where the head stays and the body moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test for a IT temp job tml. Good luck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-3396038738598831802?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/3396038738598831802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/3396038738598831802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-graduated-and-today-is-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4551564880040666421</id><published>2010-07-10T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:44:49.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've 2 kinds in me now. The 1st is caused by irritating people being very very irritating, which means they are being themselves. But once they change their ways and become less irritating to an acceptable level, all is peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd kind is caused by things done to me. Bad things that you would agree I should hate them, of course. This kind of hate can only be dissipated only after I have totally forgiven that person. Forgiving is a kind of feeling, so you can't really set your mind to do it. For me, I don't really forgive unless the person does a good apology, something similar happened back at that person(karma) or I feel really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in karma really. I pray for it everyday, something as painful or more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4551564880040666421?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4551564880040666421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4551564880040666421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/hate-ive-2-kinds-in-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-1270796045021147705</id><published>2010-07-10T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:02:17.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I sang K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for me to watch movies, cos I don't remember when was the last time I watched a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the rain stops before 5pm, then I can jog and do some core exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of going somewhere solo. hmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-1270796045021147705?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1270796045021147705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1270796045021147705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/finally-i-sang-k.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-2626063364939315688</id><published>2010-07-07T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T03:40:10.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see. How long has it been? I guess I should say I started dancing Hip Hop this year Feb under D'hoppers, cos I know I was noob and dhops was more for noobs, especially yr 3s like me that blast won't want. And I needed a distraction from my breakup then. haha I can still clearly remember I was always one karH slower and very stiff when I  just started. So after 1 semester of dhops lessons, 7 danzpeople lessons and alot of core stamina training, I think I have improved alot, but still not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to improve my pea brain's memory cos I always can't remember steps. Any help on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. More physical training is needed. To destroy my tummy. To do isolations better, ie head and bounce. I should start some beg adv lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the first time in my life I got called out of the crowd to dance. But is together with the supposed more zai dhoppers senior for video only la. It was a great encouragement for me though. One day, I will be called up to dance in those small groups of 3 or 4 with the instructor for video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-2626063364939315688?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2626063364939315688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2626063364939315688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4157307259014845311</id><published>2010-07-05T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:08:09.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st day of d'hop dance camp. Pretty good. I got to try locking and jazz. Jazz is actually quite cool. But shaggggg. Jelly legs.&lt;br /&gt;Other than the lessons, I wish I was helping rag instead. With my freshies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh. I want time to go back. With my current mind. Back to the first day of union camp in 2007. I want to go through uni life all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4157307259014845311?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4157307259014845311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4157307259014845311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/1st-day-of-dhop-dance-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6003596191648625020</id><published>2010-07-02T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:38:14.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Could have been a good 2 years. Today is 1st July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6003596191648625020?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6003596191648625020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6003596191648625020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/could-have-been-good-2-years.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6590008221917823312</id><published>2010-07-01T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:54:54.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I blogged, mainly because nowadays I'm helping with Rag and recovering from SCAMP. What's Rag? You can just take it as some NUS activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friends ask, why do you still want to help? I say this is my passion, my interest. So I'll enjoy doing it over and over again. I'll do it well every time, as if it's my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it would well probably be my last anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SCAMP. SO MANY CHEERS, SO LITTLE TIME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6590008221917823312?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6590008221917823312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6590008221917823312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-while-since-i-blogged-mainly.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-1993877013534918932</id><published>2010-06-26T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T02:02:40.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCAMP STILL ROCKS AND I AM GLAD I WAS THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INAGAWA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-1993877013534918932?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1993877013534918932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1993877013534918932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/06/scamp-still-rocks-and-i-am-glad-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-2773283693505843373</id><published>2010-06-19T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:27:21.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. So after so many bettings and prediction of scores, I'm back to earning only $2. That's it la. I'm gonna stop. haha. I need someone to blame. GERRARD!! Things would have been different if you scored 2!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-2773283693505843373?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2773283693505843373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/2773283693505843373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-532057264755549182</id><published>2010-06-18T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T00:45:23.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking. Have I forgotten how to love? What am I looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I'm obsessed with training. Especially in running and training in core muscles. Running, because in a year, I'll be in cat Y for ippt, and gold seems more attainable. So I'll start with training my running to below 10min. Core muscles, so that I can dance better, get a smaller tummy and maybe a wee bit of pecs. My plank timing is improving greatly. Soon I'll match bunny's situp numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backyard monsters is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping today, and I finally bought something from giodano. A t shirt supporting spain at 10 only. haha. Budget la, esp after spending on godiva for a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer soccer lemme win&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-532057264755549182?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/532057264755549182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/532057264755549182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-445756729224275739</id><published>2010-06-15T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:33:42.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.diet-blog.com/archives/DURIAN.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 407px;" src="http://www.diet-blog.com/archives/DURIAN.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eatingasia.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/06/19/durian.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT DURIANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if the world hates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's true love. I would love you even if the world hates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/ZIHAN%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-445756729224275739?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/445756729224275739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/445756729224275739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-durians.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6995894723731659175</id><published>2010-06-13T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:37:09.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's true. You'll never know how it is like until after you have experienced it yourself. Lan Kwai Fong can be as happening as I say, but you can't feel it until you've been there. You can try one lesson of hiphop, and you'll know how much practice it will take to be a instructor. You'll never know how painful betrayal is until you kena one, and that's why so many people hate backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we can control are the good experiences. If you want it, you probably can get it as easily as getting a bowl of bar chor mee. What about the sucky ones? They'll probably come when you least expect it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6995894723731659175?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6995894723731659175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6995894723731659175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-8165275469122089307</id><published>2010-06-12T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:32:12.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just thinking, when men gather, there's really no better topic than sex, money and soccer. lol. so you can imagine what army is like. They even sell fhm taiwan in the emart, but ex at 15.80. Oh yea, i swear the emart auntie was trying to hit on me. Everytime i go there, she'll talk to me., help me get a basket.. spine shivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, today is a heng day. Time to bath and hiphop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-8165275469122089307?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8165275469122089307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/8165275469122089307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-just-thinking-when-men-gather.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6157395626479256502</id><published>2010-06-11T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T00:10:57.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st ICT COMPLETE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it wasn't really smooth flowing, and we rush to wait, wait to rush many times in 5 days, it was still kinda good to me. It feels good the relive the days of my ns in 4sir, and seeing everyone. There was ippt and shooting which I did well. That's physical fitness and handling of the rifle. I was damn shagged when I'm doing outfield stuff, which means my combat fitness is now damn chui. haha, i wonder how am i going to survive the pseudo battle in a few years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to train. The motivation to get silver or even gold for ippt is damn strong now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6157395626479256502?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6157395626479256502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6157395626479256502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/06/1st-ict-complete-although-it-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-1951656634104281175</id><published>2010-06-06T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:23:39.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i'm pretty much done with packing for ict. haha, I hope every will go smoothly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chat on taxi drivers with a friend recently. Very funny and interesting to discuss about them. Funny ones, talk a lot ones, nice ones. Do look out for a champion sticker on the cab when you board one. It means the driver has good service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-1951656634104281175?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1951656634104281175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1951656634104281175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/06/ok-im-pretty-much-done-with-packing-for.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-4557509498546994725</id><published>2010-06-06T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:48:29.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to be away until friday because I have my in camp training. ns stuff la. kinda sian. but well, better clear it now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-4557509498546994725?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4557509498546994725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/4557509498546994725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-going-to-be-away-until-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-6247607683117133958</id><published>2010-06-04T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:51:26.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I get complacent easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose confidence easily over small failures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-6247607683117133958?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6247607683117133958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/6247607683117133958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-get-complacent-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680623.post-1530571368778800789</id><published>2010-06-02T12:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T12:34:43.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I pack for my ICT, well, I have to take out the ippt gold badge from my uniform. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specs spoiling. Time to get new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next PPT is in March/May. If I fail those 2 again, good bye MOE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680623-1530571368778800789?l=thesweetpotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1530571368778800789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680623/posts/default/1530571368778800789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesweetpotato.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-i-pack-for-my-ict-well-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>zihan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771444676563073710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2425/373/320/001e19a8.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
