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      <title>tired body needs a break</title>
      <link>http://blueice.blogdrive.com/archive/98.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 May 2006 14:41:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Ever since 3 weeks of work, I've been stressed to the maximum. Thinking about work day in and out, remembering abstract IT concepts and giving little time for my body to recuperate. I guess now my biological clock is screaming by breaking down asking me to break for rest. Tonight I didn't bring home any work, figured out I didn't want to anyway. I was right, just after my nap, I started sneezing and feeling faint. Just popped cough and flu medicine in my mouth. Guess I will fall asleep anytime. And no, I don't want anyone to talk to me or make any noises, cos this vibration is going to make... (more)</description>
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      <title>1 step higher...</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2006 13:16:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Love......drags you down and rockets you up.
I'm glad our quarrel ended. I don't want another episode like that to happen ever again....
Bloody busy monday at work, loads of abstract things to learn, but I'm in a happy mood...</description>
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      <title>(don't feel like putting a title)</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2006 22:43:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Confused. I don't know what to do with you.
Love. I love you more than I love myself as always.
Passion. I do things for your sake more than for mine own. 
Trust. I doubted you, and then I entrusted you my heart.
When I love you more than I love myself, when I do things because I love you, you start running away because you think I am adding stress to you.
Why have human beings become so selfish that there should be no compromise anymore? I don't like people behaving selfishly, I don't want myself being selfish either. When is the time when selflessness becomes a living philosophy in the... (more)</description>
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      <title>pain beyond words</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 03 May 2006 16:07:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Dearie, you are precious to me. When I finally saw your email this morning the minute I was about to take off to work, it gave me the shock of my life. I stood rooted to the spot, stunned, stupefied and jaw agapped; not believing what I saw you wrote me. I do believe that today, your email, was the worst gift I had ever received from you for it totally ruined my excitement that a newcomer to any new organisation should have. I do believe that the train ride this morning was the longest, work the most dreadful as I had been concealing my shock and my pain beyond the beautiful facade. For a few... (more)</description>
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      <title>Best things in life (are not free)</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 19:02:36 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Great....I wrote 1 whole lot of philosophy about men and women and fu[c]ked up computer/connection played me out. 
thanks for that!
All I was to say is that I'm condemn a patient in a relationship that has fallen chronically ill. Do you want to administer treatment with me or have you already condemn chances of survival and opted for euthanasia to kill everything that is/will be/was beautiful?</description>
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      <title>confirmation</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2006 04:26:11 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Great no more waiting....I'm going down to sign my contract with XYZ Sw[i]ss In[v]estment B[a]nk tomorrow and looking at a start date of next Tuesday, 2nd May, 2006! 
Hurray....job hunt is finally over! </description>
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      <title>new job</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2006 00:28:45 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Bored.
Woke up super early.
Do nothing.
Waiting for my new company, XYZ Inv[e]stment Ba[n]k, one of the top notch S[w]iss Inv[e]stment B[a]nks to call me up to sign a contract with me. Yes, after 3 rounds of gruesome interview with the AVPs, VP and the director herself last week and this week, I finally managed to bag the job home as the Fi[n]ancial Sys[t]ems Co[n]trol An[a]lyst! The job itself sounded boring, but I don't know yet, but I'm more excited about what opportunities the company can offer; job rotation, internal mobility within S[i]ngapore and even overseas! Working with... (more)</description>
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      <title>distance</title>
      <link>http://blueice.blogdrive.com/archive/91.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Apr 2006 22:44:10 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Distance is not the worst thing that a relationship can suffer from. It destroys the physical touch in a relationship. But don't expect that your bolster that you hug to sleep or the warm blanket that keeps you warm can suffice the substitution.
Bad communication is the worst thing that can happen in relationship whether you both are together or far apart. You can be looking each other in the eye but if you don't know what the other is thinking about, the relationship is doomed for failure. And when we are far apart, I trust him that even if he doesn't email or call me for 1 or a few days he... (more)</description>
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      <title>The 5 love languages</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 14 Apr 2006 18:24:34 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>The 5 love languages
Your primary love language is probably
Physical Touch
with a secondary love language being
Acts of Service.


Complete set of results



Physical Touch: 
 
10

Acts of Service: 
 
7

Quality Time: 
 
7

Words of Affirmation: 
 
4

Receiving Gifts: 
 
2
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      <title>.</title>
      <link>http://blueice.blogdrive.com/archive/89.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Apr 2006 16:10:34 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>The days of feeling totally f*cked up. It seems like I have a problem with actually trying to begin my &quot;new&quot; job with the big name financial institution, due to some f*cked up new policy of requirements to gain approval from n[e]w yo[r]k. Potential boss wants me to give him a call on mon[d]ay. Can't help but to feel totally for the worst. This is so f*cked up. Shit happens, shit sounds like it's going to happen again. I totally hate this, hate this, hate this!!!!!!! Why mon[d]ay??? I hate this weekend,hate this weekend, hate this weekend!!!!!!! It will be a very bad weekend for me :'(</description>
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